<?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-5911170655107455616</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:05:31.420-08:00</updated><category term='Moving'/><category term='Bertha'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Sadness'/><category term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Its a beautiful life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-1817710602000578981</id><published>2009-07-28T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:19:48.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS ALMOST AUGUST ALRDY!?!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG I cannot believe the summer is almost over....ahhh. This summer has been flying by since Dan and I have been going away a lot and getting to do a lot of stuff. We leave this Saturday for the beach with Megan and Ray which is going to be AMAZING! Were going to Rehobeth, an instructor at work owns a house there and she is giving it to us 4 for like, dirt cheap. Im so pumped! Were taking a lot of food, so we will eat in for most meals and then probably go out at least 2 times for dinner and bar nights. Meg and Ray are our most fav. couple to hang out with ever, they are very chill and go with the flow, I love them. I got a few SUPER CUTE outfits to take along to the beach, Im so pumped to wear them. My one dress is kind of like, Mexican Fiesta looking and I love it. The dress Meg is wearing out for dinner is like, bright and hippie-ish so we will be quite a pair! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911170655107455616-1817710602000578981?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/1817710602000578981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-almost-august-alrdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/1817710602000578981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/1817710602000578981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-almost-august-alrdy.html' title='ITS ALMOST AUGUST ALRDY!?!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-464969203771765243</id><published>2009-07-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:56:31.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNhwGrzjoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_btWu6iLoQY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355731860929613442" style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNhwGrzjoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_btWu6iLoQY/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNiAFXwWkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2EJx9dMYr6w/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732135454988866" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNiAFXwWkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2EJx9dMYr6w/s200/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNiD61r9aI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qvLXe1inXqQ/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732201347216802" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNiD61r9aI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qvLXe1inXqQ/s200/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Dan and I have been missing Italy like crazy. We miss the food, the family, the overall feel of being in Europe. We are thinking our next trip will be to Spain. Ideally we would like to make an entire European vacation out of it. Maybe take like, 14-21 days and like start in Spain, spend a few days there and then head to Rome and Sicily, etc. It would be awesome if we could do it by next year! We will see! &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/5911170655107455616-464969203771765243?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/464969203771765243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/464969203771765243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/464969203771765243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/07/spain.html' title='Spain'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SlNhwGrzjoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_btWu6iLoQY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-8945826149296706192</id><published>2009-06-30T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:53:40.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sko04E--LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/CXTjIcZ6WgM/s1600-h/farrah-fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149245098438306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sko04E--LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/CXTjIcZ6WgM/s200/farrah-fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farrah and Michael in one day?! I dont care what anyone says...Im heartbroken! I am obssessed with pop culture, anyone that knows me will tell you that...and I could not think of one star who has truly touched the WORLD with his music the way Michael Jackson has. It makes me sad to wonder if there will ever be anyone else in the world who will even come close?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe how fast the summer flies by! My summer so far has been busy with Dan, going everywhere and anywhere that we can, going out with friends, working a loooot, training a new puppy &amp;amp; a summer class. I cannot believe its alrdy July. Im excited for the 4th, this will be Dan and I's second 4th together. Were going to my Aunt Josephines for a cookout and then to our friend Travis' party for the night. The 5th is my sisters 21st bday!!! I think we are gonna maybe go for lunch with her and buy her her first legal drink out :o) It will be fun! We also have the Philly Zoo coming up and a weekend in New York, then the beach! This summer is by far turning out to be the best one so far! I am seriously not good at hooking up this blog. I cannot figure out how to make it all fancy! HELP!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353149319652683858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sko08auFsFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PIgF3h51GKY/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&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/5911170655107455616-8945826149296706192?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/8945826149296706192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/8945826149296706192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/8945826149296706192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sko04E--LqI/AAAAAAAAADs/CXTjIcZ6WgM/s72-c/farrah-fawcett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-6551730936859584418</id><published>2009-06-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:49:23.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>22...its 21, but with experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6AIC4D9uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fj7FxGC0Y3Q/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349854283062048482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6AIC4D9uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fj7FxGC0Y3Q/s200/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6ASJ6WHdI/AAAAAAAAADc/T29oPRuHH2M/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349854456749366738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6ASJ6WHdI/AAAAAAAAADc/T29oPRuHH2M/s200/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6AcScCirI/AAAAAAAAADk/ko0jLEw1VRM/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349854630836865714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6AcScCirI/AAAAAAAAADk/ko0jLEw1VRM/s200/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_bW_y9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QyltJMvAjBs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853515369084306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_bW_y9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QyltJMvAjBs/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_irfYreI/AAAAAAAAADE/ddSWIYRyS9s/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853641129373154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_irfYreI/AAAAAAAAADE/ddSWIYRyS9s/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_smk8hvI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cwyn-VbHMuM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349853811609208562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj5_smk8hvI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cwyn-VbHMuM/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had the most amazing birthday weekend...EVER. Dan and I went to Rachels Crepery here in Lancaster, I had never been there but wanted to go so we went and I got an amazing Philly cheesesteak Crepe, buh bye diet for the weekend lol. Then we went to this place called Fractured Prune. Its a new donut shop in Lancaster, you go in, the fresh put your donut into the fryer and you can get whatever kind of topping you want on it. AMAZING!!! Im not normaLLy a donut person, but this place was heaven on earth and Id totally eat there again like everyday for the rest of my life if possible.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went and saw The Proposal at the movies...It was ok...cute but ehhh A little off. Anywho so then Saturday was awesome, we slept in, played with Riley(our new addition) and then went to Iron Hill Brewery for dinner. At dinner was me, Dan, my mom, dad, grandma, roommate, her fiance, Meg and Ray, Brogan and Josh. It was a lot of fun and the food was great. Then my dad paid the whole bill for everyone since it was my bday dinner, he is toooooo cute.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thennn for the night we all went back to Dans and drank for the evening. It was so much fun. Court and Kyle came and everything. We all had a blast. One of the best nights ever. I was a little hungover today but not too bad. Dan got me an ice cream cake too which was amazing. He is basically the reason this whole weekend went by so perfectly. My babe takes care of me! And honestly, if this birthday was any indication of how amazing this next year is going to be then Im a lucky girl and I cant wait to see what it holds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911170655107455616-6551730936859584418?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/6551730936859584418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/22its-21-but-with-experience.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/6551730936859584418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/6551730936859584418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/22its-21-but-with-experience.html' title='22...its 21, but with experience!'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sj6AIC4D9uI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fj7FxGC0Y3Q/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-2593183737745337422</id><published>2009-06-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:57:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabama or bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Danny is leaving me for 6 days. He is going to Alabama to visit one of his best friends, Chris. Chris lives there right now for Flight school for the military. This will be the last chance Dan has to go down there because Chris will be moving onto his next phase of training and not able to have visitors for awhile. Its not that I dont want him to go see his friend, Ill just miss him and be very lonely without him. UGH 6 days. It will be the longest 6 days of my life. For the past year and 3 months I have slept beside him every night. Literally every night, even when Id be working until midnight and hed be asleep by the time I get there...yep, still went and crawled into bed with him. It makes me feel better when he is beside me. And I think this is going to be an absolutely horrible 6 days. I hope if I keep busy it will fly by. Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hQ9nD3uI/AAAAAAAAACk/LrfuM9TtPM0/s1600-h/n500346836_1928629_3666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345387120523730658" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hQ9nD3uI/AAAAAAAAACk/LrfuM9TtPM0/s320/n500346836_1928629_3666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hdrdmRuI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wn92Yfeg2ck/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345387338990503650" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hdrdmRuI/AAAAAAAAACs/Wn92Yfeg2ck/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hw02NWAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CDlmBY-BIo4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345387667927160834" style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hw02NWAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CDlmBY-BIo4/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911170655107455616-2593183737745337422?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/2593183737745337422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/alabama-or-bust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/2593183737745337422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/2593183737745337422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/alabama-or-bust.html' title='Alabama or bust'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Si6hQ9nD3uI/AAAAAAAAACk/LrfuM9TtPM0/s72-c/n500346836_1928629_3666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-5776240113009907607</id><published>2009-06-04T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:37:49.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace Face McGee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SigfnSMt4yI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-rVHiiizQs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343555717635629858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SigfnSMt4yI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-rVHiiizQs/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My obsession with being as close to perfect looking as possible has officially taken over and I gave in...yes thats right, I gave in to braces. I look even more like a 16 year old now, yay-NOT. barf. So Ill have them for at least a yr...and could be up to a year and a half or two depending on surgery. I have been having joint problems on the right side of my mouth that have been driving me nuts and I also have a slight "type A" underbite. So...Ill have the braces to straighten my teeth out and then either one or two things will happen. I will either be getting surgery A-which is called a mentoplasty. its a chin surgery where they literally like, shave off part of your chin bone. That will then, along with the braces hopefully align the teeth properly and make my jaw line softer. Or I will B-get the o so dreaded jaw surgery. That surgery would literally break my jaw and the surgeon would be shaving the ends of the bottom jaw bone, to push the bottom jaw back and then along with braces will be lining my teeth back up and correcting my bite. I am meeting with 2 different surgeons about both operations and am truly hoping I will be eligible for the chin surgery. The main difference is that the chin surgery does not change your actual bite and does not change the shape of your face, and it is also cheaper and the healing proccess is usually only 7-10 days. The jaw surgery would reshape my whole face, would make me keep the braces on longer, can take up to 3 weeks to properly heal and Id be on a liquid diet that whole time. My old roommate had it done and she lost like almost 20 pds in 3 weeks, I cannot afford 20 pounds unless I want to be a spokesperson for the National Anorexics Association of America..which I do not want to be btw. Its not the look of the braces so much that is bothering me, because as you can see, in pictures they are not that noticeable but the talking with braces that is getting at me. I can feel my lips are like, pushed out and I can def tell a difference in how I sound. I just got the braces on today though so Im hoping in a few days Ill be a lot more used to it. Im also nervous about making out with Dan LOL. I know I kissed boys with braces before and I dont remember it being a bad experience but Im a little worried lol. My plan is to tell him we need to practice making out so I can make sure everything is ok lol :o)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SigiUM8LCRI/AAAAAAAAACc/o3MiWIhj3gc/s1600-h/smileDM2409_468x349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343558688341428498" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SigiUM8LCRI/AAAAAAAAACc/o3MiWIhj3gc/s320/smileDM2409_468x349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;---This is what Im hoping to have in just a year!!&lt;/span&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/5911170655107455616-5776240113009907607?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/5776240113009907607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/brace-face-mcgee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/5776240113009907607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/5776240113009907607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/06/brace-face-mcgee.html' title='Brace Face McGee'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SigfnSMt4yI/AAAAAAAAACU/s-rVHiiizQs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-2607756252270837816</id><published>2009-05-24T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T07:57:08.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShlgKV3iG2I/AAAAAAAAACM/oAKBw2Hd1nA/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339404564009458530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShlgKV3iG2I/AAAAAAAAACM/oAKBw2Hd1nA/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShlfLhFHRyI/AAAAAAAAACE/IYQ0vkezT2c/s1600-h/1523852196_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339403484687451938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShlfLhFHRyI/AAAAAAAAACE/IYQ0vkezT2c/s200/1523852196_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am SICK of motorcycles. More importantly, motorcycle crashes...the ones that leave people dead and leave their families to try to re learn how to live life without them. Last night a friend died in a motorcycle accident, Bobby Rambo. (In the pic he is the one all the way on the left)He was 24, had a sister and brother, lived with his parents and had just become an uncle a few months ago. I cannot believe it. When I was like, middle school into early high school days I "dated" Bobbys brother, Jason. I was totally in love, haha. They lived right next door to my Aunt Josephine and lets just say it was no coinsidence that I would stay there all summer long to babysit. We would sneak out in the middle of the night to meet up and all of these other hilarious young things. When Id go to Jasons house his brother bobby was always there. They were in a band together and I would always go and listen to them play. They were more than brothers, best friends. I was like crying hysterically when I got the news. I hate it. Sometimes even if I dont know the person that well I get this rush of emotion just over the fact that I know their family and I absolutely cannot imagine how it would feel to be in their place. Like right now. I knew Bobby, I was around him a lot for a few years but I had def lost touch w/him and Jason as time went on and life moved on. I certainly did not want the next time I heard about them to be in this situation. Now this happened and I keep thinking of how devastated Jason must be. I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach at the very THOUGHT of not having my brother or sister...life seems almost pointless without them. Then there was my manager Jerry who I literally saw every single day. Hed buy us lunch while working together on the weekends, we went to the bars together, Id take him home from work, we had conversations all the time about relationships and life. I miss him everyday. Life is crazy. It is SO CLICHE but ah like it really is so important to remember that you have to live everyday as if its your last. Tomorrow is not ever promised. &lt;/strong&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/5911170655107455616-2607756252270837816?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/2607756252270837816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-trap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/2607756252270837816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/2607756252270837816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-trap.html' title='Death Trap'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShlgKV3iG2I/AAAAAAAAACM/oAKBw2Hd1nA/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-5269537886461425295</id><published>2009-05-20T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:36:39.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bertha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Half of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best friend is leaving. Not moving out of the apartment to a new one, or down the street..or 10 minutes away...or an hour drive away, but a plane ride away. Bertha is moving officially to Florida on Saturday. It feels absolutely surreal to me. Like, its weird because its Wednesday and I know shes leaving this weekend but at the same time, I cant believe shes leaving this weekend. Not only have we been best friends since middle school but we have lived together for the past almost 2 years. She is going from being across the hall from me to a 2.5 hour plane ride away from me. I do not want her go to. It is selfish of me but I cant help it. I want her here with me..let me rephrase that, I NEED her here with me. There is not one other person I know that I can literally turn to for EVERYTHING the way I can with her, not one other person I can always count on to go to the mall with me, to listen to my crazy stories, to be the person beside me when the crazy stories are happening, to have boy talk with me, to be there with me and my family, to be the person I text at 11 pm on a Tuesday night when Im bored and at work, the person I can call at 5am when the guy Im dating is not in bed anymore and I think he is dead, the person I can count on to dress up with me no matter where we are going, the person I can count on to be paparazzi with me, to run the stage with me, the person to experience living on my own with...the person that no matter what I do, she looks at me with loving eyes that only a best friend would look at you with through thick and thin. Im not trying to make this about me but I just have this feeling of being scared...and I know she is too, I mean she has her family there but no other good friends...at least here I have Court, Mer, Jenna, Meg, Shenoa, Bek, my new roomies etc... but its like, time goes on and everyone is growing up and a lot are going away from each other..I guess this will be the biggest test for our friendships, because being apart physically does not have to mean growing apart emotionally. I love my friends so much, I cant even call them friends, theyre my family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCFzM5E2I/AAAAAAAAABU/8O8rRGP0wDo/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338034494496117602" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCFzM5E2I/AAAAAAAAABU/8O8rRGP0wDo/s200/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCQAq012I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nms1dB5cTLU/s1600-h/jersey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338034669910021986" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCQAq012I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nms1dB5cTLU/s200/jersey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCe8pF7MI/AAAAAAAAABk/5hdkAOJrA_k/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338034926527048898" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCe8pF7MI/AAAAAAAAABk/5hdkAOJrA_k/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCQAq012I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nms1dB5cTLU/s1600-h/jersey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSDprH95eI/AAAAAAAAABs/KIH9b8q4kv0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338036210314896866" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSDprH95eI/AAAAAAAAABs/KIH9b8q4kv0/s200/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSD8DZZEbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vZ-Rd853ZuM/s1600-h/4535_901208633604_9384225_57687826_2615891_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338036526068076978" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSD8DZZEbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vZ-Rd853ZuM/s200/4535_901208633604_9384225_57687826_2615891_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSDytsPAjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WOQBoODcHWQ/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338036365622706738" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSDytsPAjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WOQBoODcHWQ/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCQAq012I/AAAAAAAAABc/Nms1dB5cTLU/s1600-h/jersey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5911170655107455616-5269537886461425295?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/5269537886461425295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/5269537886461425295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/5269537886461425295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-of-my-heart.html' title='Half of my heart'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/ShSCFzM5E2I/AAAAAAAAABU/8O8rRGP0wDo/s72-c/38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-3180270243395882410</id><published>2009-05-12T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:08:46.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sgm5r4FzjlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nTgZIgqWolM/s1600-h/gosselingang550550fm8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334999397039312466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sgm5r4FzjlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nTgZIgqWolM/s320/gosselingang550550fm8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for everyone that knows me, they also know I am obssessed with the show Jon and Kate Plus Eight and A Baby Story. I am absolutely in love with babies...and pregnancy... and having babies... and how cute they are...and how small they are. AH! Its like so weird because for me, I have always been the type of girl who has WANTED to be a mom. I have always loved the idea of having a big family..yes, I have always wanted a job, always wanted to be able to take care of myself, but most of all, wanted to get married and have babies. I go to college not because I want to get some serious job and become a work a holic who makes lots of money, but because I know realistically I need a job. I need money to be able to support myself. I need money to be able to help support me, Dan and our *One day* family. I always knew what I wanted to name my kids, how many I wanted to have... etc. So yeah recently, between having biology class and watching A baby story it has actually kind of scared me into not knowing if I want kids or if I would want more than like, 1. There is SO much that can go wrong it totally freaks me out. I have seriously not seen more than like maybe 2 or 3 episodes of A baby story where the labor goes perfectly. AH! Like I think giving birth is one of the most beautiful things a woman can do and I really feel lucky that I am a woman and will be able to maybe one day experience that but whoa...everything that is going on with the body at that time is just nuts. Then there is everything that can go wrong with the baby, like do you know how many disorders,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sgm8Dg3r7NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wfIezzySIVE/s1600-h/3060_83085351836_500346836_2254502_6055926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335002002146192594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sgm8Dg3r7NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wfIezzySIVE/s320/3060_83085351836_500346836_2254502_6055926_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; etc there are out there?!?! A TRILLION!!! It scares me...to death. Like enough that me, Mother Goose herself would actually think she doesnt know what she feels about having kids. That is crazy. Then on the other hand I think of how amazing having a baby is . Like you are coming together with a person you love and youre mixing into one. That little baby is going to be the perfect combo of you and your love. What could be any better than that? So when people say Im crazy for wanting lots of kids, Im like, I dont think its that Im crazy, I think its that Im so in love with Dan, so in love with our life and so in love with where our future is heading that I really cant help but want he and I to have that special link together forever. A link that we will always share, that we will grow with, that we will come together for and that will bond us as a family forever. I have grown a lot as a person since Dan has come into my life. For anyone that knew me before I was with him and anyone that knew me after they would easily say it is a night and day difference. I also look at my life more maturely now too. I want good things for myself. I want to graduate College and I know I am capable of it, I want to be the best friend I can be, I want to be the best girlfriend I can be, the best sister and daughter to my family, I want to get a great job where Dan and I will have the ability to enjoy the finer things in life, I want to one day be the most amazing wife, and I want to one day be the most amazing Mother. I am really...whats the word for it?...Hopeful?!...Hopeful towards my life, where it is going and what I am going to be able to continue to bring to the lives of everyone around me as time goes on. I love my life, my love, my family and my friends. I really couldnt ask for anything more...and Sorry for making that a really serious entry lol...I just got inspired!&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/5911170655107455616-3180270243395882410?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/3180270243395882410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/3180270243395882410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/3180270243395882410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-fever.html' title='Baby Fever'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/Sgm5r4FzjlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/nTgZIgqWolM/s72-c/gosselingang550550fm8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5911170655107455616.post-1507723442192403493</id><published>2009-05-12T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:07:45.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf Cart Escapades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgnI-UcytiI/AAAAAAAAABM/a2qj-8l6McQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016206563980834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgnI-UcytiI/AAAAAAAAABM/a2qj-8l6McQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgnI3GLCEVI/AAAAAAAAABE/pttH4fI69eY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335016082472309074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgnI3GLCEVI/AAAAAAAAABE/pttH4fI69eY/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yes, I did wreck a golf cart... I still cant decide which is more horrible, that I didnt just hit the breaks or that we jumped out of the cart while it was rolling backwards...or that it was at a fundraiser for homeless children in Lancaster. Im still pretty embarassed LOL but I will admit, it was hilarious and the look on Megans face was to die for. I just got back from the gym and should totally be getting ready right now because Im supposed to be going to the library soon to study for my bio exam. Being in the library for 2 hours better be worth it...I want at least a B on it! The gym has been even more of an obsession for me lately...this is my third week in a row of getting 5 days a week in!!! I need to be beach ready!!! I got the cutest bikini from Victorias Secret and Im excited to wear it! woohoo! I am hoping for many weekends at the beach this summer, and I know Dan is hoping for the same so Im excited. He is so lucky to have the summers off...teaching gives you nice perks :o) ..The girls and I are going to Atlantic City this weekend. Im SO Excited!!! Its going to be bittersweet though...Im excited because it will be a lot of fun...and Im sad because B is leaving in 2 weeks...I cant believe it, its around the corner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/5911170655107455616-1507723442192403493?l=thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/feeds/1507723442192403493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/golf-cart-escapades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/1507723442192403493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5911170655107455616/posts/default/1507723442192403493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thiskindofstuffalwayshappenstome.blogspot.com/2009/05/golf-cart-escapades.html' title='Golf Cart Escapades'/><author><name>AngiiieBaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01800627847289143636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgmTHStOd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/spufsV7XrSI/S220/l_3e9a563160bf4b839994b20084258ac6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2TbMhiNjpxQ/SgnI-UcytiI/AAAAAAAAABM/a2qj-8l6McQ/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
