<?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-961246595529282071</id><updated>2012-01-26T18:18:54.409-08:00</updated><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of Mimi</title><subtitle type='html'>These are my thoughts they come as they please and go away just the same.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7826677339468718955</id><published>2010-05-20T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:19:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneek Peek! Beautiful Amie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Beautiful Amie! I couldn't help but share. I LOVE her hair. She is going to be the most beautiful bride! I am so excited for June 5!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKPxGBzUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vvWhb_sA_s0/s1600/Amie+Side"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKPxGBzUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vvWhb_sA_s0/s320/Amie+Side" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473432925619998018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKPfyXtkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Kw2DHlViHcI/s1600/Amie+other+side"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKPfyXtkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Kw2DHlViHcI/s320/Amie+other+side" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473432920974145090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKO__SqTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tNU5pu5cLI4/s1600/Amie+Front"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKO__SqTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tNU5pu5cLI4/s320/Amie+Front" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473432912438405426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKOU5qDZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tc4BqwCrzWs/s1600/P5190064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKOU5qDZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Tc4BqwCrzWs/s320/P5190064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473432900872048018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-7826677339468718955?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7826677339468718955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7826677339468718955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7826677339468718955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7826677339468718955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneek-peek-beautiful-amie.html' title='Sneek Peek! Beautiful Amie'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S_WKPxGBzUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vvWhb_sA_s0/s72-c/Amie+Side' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7306360439723254010</id><published>2010-03-19T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:48:39.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Allie will find her Prince, but her Daddy will always be her KING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S6Rd0Tb3x3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ugPl-myEia4/s1600-h/Jason+Allie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S6Rd0Tb3x3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ugPl-myEia4/s320/Jason+Allie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450584602176898930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Allie was born she has adored her Daddy. She knows him in ways I will never understand but am so grateful that she does. She has that wonderful magic touch to make Daddy Blissfully happy. Sometimes I envy the bond they have because they have there own little things only they can understand. Like scarring me for one. If there is one thing I hate ALOT in the world its being scared but they both love the thrill of it but even more they LOVE to scare me so they can Laugh! Afterwards I get so mad because I hate the feeling of Jumping out of my skin but then I see there faces and its hard to be to mad. &lt;div&gt;Allie talks about her Daddy all the time when he is not around. She worries about him and misses him so much when he is gone. She always says. " Mom my Daddy at work! He needs to come home and snuggle." or "My Daddy left me all his snuggles" Which means she is sleeping on his pillow and Daddy left his snuggles for her. Of course being the Mom I am I try to steal the snuggles but she always wins because she has the magic plus those snuggles were left for her. Allie loves her Daddy's pillow if there is one place in the house she loves it is her daddy's pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie always tells us that she is a princess and I am a princess and her Daddy is a Prince....I always say he is my prince and she says Yep and he is my King. I love that she thinks that her Daddy is a King because he truly tries to do everything for her and give her anything she needs she can get him to melt at the drop of the hat. I love that she has that power with her sweet beautiful brown eyes. Every little girl should have that power it's just so fun to watch the person cave that can't resist that FACE!! As for me I am domed because Allie has her Daddy's eyes so I get it twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so this Picture I took of Jason and Allie is so dear to my heart because one day when Daddy was at work Allie asked me Why I close my eyes when I kiss Daddy. So I thought for a minute and told her is was because I wanted to make sure that my Kiss had all my loves and snuggles for him in it. So now every time Allie kisses someone she closes her eyes sometimes tight but here she is holding the kiss because Daddy needs it FOREVER!!!!     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-7306360439723254010?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7306360439723254010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7306360439723254010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7306360439723254010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7306360439723254010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday-allie-will-find-her-prince-but.html' title='Someday Allie will find her Prince, but her Daddy will always be her KING!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S6Rd0Tb3x3I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ugPl-myEia4/s72-c/Jason+Allie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6474095586319859340</id><published>2010-03-19T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:07:03.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Place!</title><content type='html'>Ok so today I have had many conversations about Blogs......Why do we do them? I mean people do them to update there family about what is going on and also they blog to show the amazing things they make and do. Some people blog about Tips in there profession or some just rant.......I on the other hand have been well I can't figure out the right word for what I would say my blog is. My blog is a place I wish I could go and write about anything but yet I can't Why because well I like to rant or as I like to say VENT!!! I have written many blogs that are drafts about people and things that well (either I can't handle or I just can't deal with).....WHO in there right mind would want to read about that? I mean really. My last couple of post are depressing. Fiber Food and Worry Wart........WHAT WAS I THINKING? Crazy is what I was thinking.....No wonder hardly anyone reads my blog let alone I hardly update it anymore. The reason why is because well they are all Drafts because I am to afraid to show my real feelings about things. I am not ready to hurt anyone because well I know I am judgmental and  Lately I TELL IT LIKE IT IS!!! So I don't want to be Harsh or mean but sometimes you just need to VENT!! So my new Quest for now is trying to Figure out what I want my Blog to be!!...........A HAPPY PLACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-6474095586319859340?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6474095586319859340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6474095586319859340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6474095586319859340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6474095586319859340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-place.html' title='A Happy Place!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-3850593582439672963</id><published>2010-03-08T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:40:48.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISNEYLAND!!! Where Dreams Come True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X83DMrUbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zgwe2DNCeJ8/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X83DMrUbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zgwe2DNCeJ8/s200/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446537347055964594"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X82LiL69I/AAAAAAAAAH0/N4rdw2l098M/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X82LiL69I/AAAAAAAAAH0/N4rdw2l098M/s200/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446537332113796050"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X8Y0HerjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gPanlWIkOzg/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X7OsWqGLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/mP6l6XBE_po/s200/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446535554217416882"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-3850593582439672963?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/3850593582439672963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=3850593582439672963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3850593582439672963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3850593582439672963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/03/disneyland-where-dreams-come-true.html' title='DISNEYLAND!!! Where Dreams Come True!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S5X83DMrUbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zgwe2DNCeJ8/s72-c/DSC00570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-4670329032754092237</id><published>2010-03-02T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:50:30.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up to fast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9RDRcSxI/AAAAAAAAADY/hZdtFJRo8BU/s1600-h/amy+m-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9RDRcSxI/AAAAAAAAADY/hZdtFJRo8BU/s400/amy+m-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262734633960491794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was going through some pictures to get them printed and I ran into this one. I love these girls and they are all growing up to fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-4670329032754092237?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/4670329032754092237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=4670329032754092237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4670329032754092237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4670329032754092237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/10/they-grow-up-to-fast.html' title='They grow up to fast!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9RDRcSxI/AAAAAAAAADY/hZdtFJRo8BU/s72-c/amy+m-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6991450051305849270</id><published>2010-01-14T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:38:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Wart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S07XWm_CPJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RAW5Aql3Idk/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 70px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S07XWm_CPJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RAW5Aql3Idk/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426511384450055314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I worry so? I really hate to worry about everything lately. I have figured out that when I am trying to fall asleep at night all I can do is worry and freak out in my head. Then I wake up in a panic because I fell asleep worrying or worse I hear Allie crying. I need to learn to clear my head let things go and pick them up tomorrow if need be. I also need to learn to let other people help or let things of if they really don't matter. Worry will get me no where. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the peace of night to think to myself to try to figure out simple problems but even more solve the big ones. I sometimes think I am trying to do to much at once but I can't stop or I would sink and then I would NEVER sleep. I would turn into the wart they always talk about the Worry Wart! Oh and that would not be a pretty sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-6991450051305849270?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6991450051305849270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6991450051305849270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6991450051305849270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6991450051305849270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/01/worry-wart.html' title='Worry Wart!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S07XWm_CPJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/RAW5Aql3Idk/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6137583152878257503</id><published>2010-01-13T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T03:07:34.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabric Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://raveandreview.typepad.com/.a/6a0105362badb1970b011168f71eda970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://raveandreview.typepad.com/.a/6a0105362badb1970b011168f71eda970c-800wi" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you may know and other's may not but either way I need to write or talk about it because well, I don't know how I feel about it. My body for some time has not really been my friend. I know I have done things in the past to anger it well now it is lashing out it ways well I never dreamed of. So after tests and tests and more tests and well a couple of surgeries here and there the last 3 years......My Dr. for now has put me on a High Fiber Diet..................AKA Fabric Foods.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all things I hate the word Diet. Yes I know I am over weight and yes I know I eat wrong a lot of the time but there is not one thing I like with the word DIET in it. I hate diet drinks and diet food. I feel like there is  a FORCE that is coming at me telling me if you don't it means more tests and more surgeries which is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I have to suck it up and think of it differently. Problem is more and more each day I learn how Nutrition dumb I am. I am seriously so stupid about food. I never realized that some of the things I eat if I just steamed them instead of ate them raw are better for me. Or that some of the foods I thought were not that great are some of the best.  Who knew. Crown me Nutrition Dummy because then at least it comes with diamonds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I understand that Dr. or Lab tech's need time to run these so called TEST'S but do they know what it does to a person to wait 5 to 7 days. I hate waiting for tests it is the worst part. The waiting and wondering then.......The call comes.....you notice the number you take a deep breath and and blow it out then you answer....The Dr. says...........WHAT????? (ok so usually the answer I get is the tests were normal or I get the they were inconclusive so we need to check on that if if causes and more problems) I am the MYSTERY the Mystery Woman with the weird body that they can Never give it a name.......I PRAY IT HAS A NAME THIS TIME!!!! Please Please PLEASE have a name. I just want to move on move forward and have ENERGY and be able to exercise again so then yes world. I can lose weight.........So now I wait!.....wait for the call and pray it has a name, any name and even more a solution so that I can move forward and not feel like I am Sitting at a table stuck eating Fabric Food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-6137583152878257503?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6137583152878257503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6137583152878257503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6137583152878257503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6137583152878257503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/01/fabric-food.html' title='Fabric Food!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-8158058945633470515</id><published>2010-01-03T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:35:32.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of Dancing Shampoo Yo Yo's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I talked to my best friend Angie...Oh how I miss her. She makes life sound so excited and well because her life is. Then as I was telling her about what has happened in mine it was depressing and stressful. SO right then I stopped and asked her how she does it. She laughed and said You told me happy things too. Allie, Hair and Family but the sad thing is in my mind it was stressing too. So today I am going to tell you the Happy part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie is my JOY! She has the most amazing hugs and kisses. I love it when she comes into a room and just says my name and I respond "yes, Allie" she pauses and says....MOM I LOVE YOU!!! She is my little helper she keeps me going. She begs me to do dishes with her and cook and clean her room. It makes me laugh because my child wants to clean ALL THE TIME. She is my little dancer and will come and show me her new moves and her dancing feet. Allie will do anything to take a bath  except poop on the toilet of course. My Favorite thing Allie does everyday is she becomes obsessed with one book an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d has to carry it around the house and read it to everyone and with everyone, even the bath tub. Today is Dinosaurs  Beware" DONT eat the soap Mom it will make you sick and go to the DR. the she coughs and says we should give him some water because in Allie's world when you are sick you need water. Life is Magical in Allie's world and I am so Lucky to be apart of it. Gus Gus and Mary (the mice from Cinderella) are at our house every day along with thousands of Fairies that help clean and dance. One of my favorite among many funny things that Allie does is she LOVES using big words Like dazzling, disgusting, fabulous and gorgeous. it is so funny when she puts them in her words it makes me laugh and I always try to get her to tell me them again. Allie is my joy and I can't wait to hear her next Humm or song or story she has to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S0E3F94YKbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qh8Yz1iv2hM/s200/pic137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422676001980688818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair is a fascinating thing even though I don't have a salon right now my joy is doing my Grandma Sonntag's Hair every week. I love making her fee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l beautiful and when I finish I feel more accomplished then I have in a long time. I Love knowing that my Grandma looks forwards to our time together and she is so grateful that I take my time and make her look like the Gorgeous Dish she is. I am starting a New Challenge with Hair I am working on my 1940's styles and Updo's or course but also looking for inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family ahh I would be lost without you. You lift me up everyday and you always seem to call at just the right time. You have ESP you just know when I need you. Thank you for loving me and telling me the exciting things your families are doing or even better letting me join in the excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed my ramblings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-8158058945633470515?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/8158058945633470515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=8158058945633470515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8158058945633470515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8158058945633470515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2010/01/ramblings-of-dancing-shampoo-yo-yos.html' title='Ramblings of Dancing Shampoo Yo Yo&apos;s'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/S0E3F94YKbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qh8Yz1iv2hM/s72-c/pic137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7203188370732457435</id><published>2009-12-17T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:29:32.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Horrible Mother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today my sister called me and asked me for some pictures and well I figured out I am a horrible mother. I don't have any of the pictures you would expect a mother to have. I don't have hardly any family pictures of us and no professional ones but the ones my Mom and Al have done for me......I am lucky if I have pictures of Allie in my favorite outfits or worse with each of her grandparents and ages. This totally depresses me to think I have missed my opportunity. I feel like that commercial where they take the kid at like 7 and redo all of his baby photo's......I know I am a horrible Mother. My new goal is to be better at getting the pictures I dream of. Let's just hope I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SysSRkGNTrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/afhlYHpR7XY/s200/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416443069799943858" /&gt;So these are the kind of pictures I have of Allie well a lot of them but the Problem is Look who taught her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SysS67shyjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mx5P4cLCAIM/s200/DSC00270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416443780509321778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/961246595529282071-7203188370732457435?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7203188370732457435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7203188370732457435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7203188370732457435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7203188370732457435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-horrible-mother.html' title='I am a Horrible Mother!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SysSRkGNTrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/afhlYHpR7XY/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-5766388182734735928</id><published>2009-11-19T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:29:59.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Booties!</title><content type='html'>Ok I have a new quest! I have been doing a lot of crocheting lately and for a long time I have wanted to learn how to make these to today I am going to attempt to trying to start one. I have watched the video on the internet on how to make them like 20 times and I feel like I have a good idea on how to at  least get it started so wish me luck!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh if you are a crocheter and you want to see the pattern here it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.knitandcrochettoday.com/pdf/crochetbooties.pdf"&gt;http://www.knitandcrochettoday.com/pdf/crochetbooties.pdf&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/961246595529282071-5766388182734735928?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/5766388182734735928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=5766388182734735928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5766388182734735928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5766388182734735928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-booties.html' title='Baby Booties!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-8981929892920225064</id><published>2009-11-16T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:12:10.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavenly Brushetta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809818061299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwG95MQWXqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VtgzWl4-lSY/s200/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809819185440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwG95QcXaDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/57nbp7-PCTw/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwG959_kI3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kLEtW_vuhy0/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404809831412671346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwG959_kI3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kLEtW_vuhy0/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK so this was the best lunch I have ever made! I changed it up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a little&lt;/span&gt; after searching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for about 2 hours last night. First of all most important when making this use really good olive oil it makes a huge difference. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colivita&lt;/span&gt; is the type of Olive Oil we used and was worth every penny and can be bought at most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grocery&lt;/span&gt; stores. The we used Cherry Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tomato's&lt;/span&gt; and Golden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tomato's&lt;/span&gt;. Fresh Basil. Sea Salt and Fresh Ground Pepper. Then for the special Touch we added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; Cheese. ( We LOVE Cheese!) Mixed it all together and let it sit While we bake the bread. We went to a French Bakery to get the bread and was SO worth it. So we Brushed the bread with Olive Oil then cooked it in the oven. Flipped the bread. brushed it again. Then we put it together and ATE it while if you notice in the picture of me watched Julie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Julia&lt;/span&gt; while eating the BEST Lunch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/961246595529282071-8981929892920225064?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/8981929892920225064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=8981929892920225064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8981929892920225064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8981929892920225064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/11/heavenly-brushetta.html' title='Heavenly Brushetta!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwG95MQWXqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VtgzWl4-lSY/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-3398565973686273957</id><published>2009-11-15T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:06:19.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BON APPETIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwD2OXXfI2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rRhknZUv-P8/s1600/spungen_july27_bruschetta_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwD2OXXfI2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rRhknZUv-P8/s320/spungen_july27_bruschetta_post.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404590279495721826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok Everyone after searching the Internet and having Kirsten begging me to find the recipe. I found the recipe of the very yummy looking Bruschetta from Julie and Julia...One of my Top 5 favorite movies of all time. She inspires me to cook. So tomorrow Kirsten and I are going make them. YAY! So I will let you all know how wonderful they are. Wish us Luck &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH if you want to make them yourself here is the website from the cook from the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://food.theatlantic.com/recipes/recipe-tomato-bruschetta.php"&gt;http://food.theatlantic.com/recipes/recipe-tomato-bruschetta.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-3398565973686273957?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/3398565973686273957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=3398565973686273957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3398565973686273957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3398565973686273957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-appetit.html' title='BON APPETIT!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SwD2OXXfI2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rRhknZUv-P8/s72-c/spungen_july27_bruschetta_post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-1213327610694534946</id><published>2009-10-12T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:02:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to figure out how this Sleep thing works?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.withamymac.com/news/wp-content/2009/08/good-nights-sleep_58101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 427px;" src="http://www.withamymac.com/news/wp-content/2009/08/good-nights-sleep_58101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is something I day dream about. I am all messed up. I could take a nap anytime in the day but I never do. Then night time comes. I am wide awake. Here it is 4 A.M and No Sleep. Usually my bedtime is around 1 or 2 but tonight I just can't seem to figure out how this Sleep thing works?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-1213327610694534946?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/1213327610694534946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=1213327610694534946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1213327610694534946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1213327610694534946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-to-figure-out-how-this-sleep.html' title='I need to figure out how this Sleep thing works?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-8018096119470034710</id><published>2009-10-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:17:28.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/2009/01/potty_training.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/2009/01/potty_training.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Parents out there who have Potty Trained your Children. YOU ARE AMAZING! I am not. I am done with trying to potty train Allie. She is so stubborn and has her mind made up about the toilet. Nothing works. I have tried everything I can think of and all the advice people have given me. Running around Naked, bribes, games, reminding, different kinds of toilets, Magic Fairy Panties ( they help you remember to go Potty) Princesses Panties. Making her clean it up when she messes. So...........I have come to the conclusion that you are all amazing! I am just going to  keep letting Allie go when she wants to but I am not going to bug her about it anymore. I am done..............for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-8018096119470034710?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/8018096119470034710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=8018096119470034710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8018096119470034710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/8018096119470034710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/10/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6846522059539505329</id><published>2009-08-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:21:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SojaeLmJYhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TsR25-zDVpo/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370782767683035666" /&gt;I  have started a new quest in my life besides trying to blog more often. I am going to watch every Movie or TV show they watch on Gilmore Girls. I wanted to start with something classic and quoted in many movies so I watched " The Godfather." I Loved it. I have always been fascinated with the Mafia and wondered what it would be like to be apart of it. Every other movie I have seen that had the Mafia in it was not as well "Real" to me as this was. Scared me a little. So needless to say I do not want to be in the Mafia anymore. I am going to watch Part 2 and 3 next. I am very excited for the Sofia Dying scene. Since Lorelai likes to watch it over and over again. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;I am off to watch Part 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/Sojae-kaZvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ylOFCxbTeeQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370782781365970674" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-6846522059539505329?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6846522059539505329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6846522059539505329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6846522059539505329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6846522059539505329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-quest.html' title='My Quest!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SojaeLmJYhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TsR25-zDVpo/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-1117485352114025189</id><published>2009-08-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:13:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Appeared !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SoRz_8MuBKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XfAJnBw8lc8/s1600-h/2877_1141623622031_1270677319_382672_4297430_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SoRz_8MuBKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XfAJnBw8lc8/s320/2877_1141623622031_1270677319_382672_4297430_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369544198060901538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey World! I know what you are thinking MIMI what is up you never post on your blog anymore this is amazing WOW! Well I thought I am on Facebook all the time so I should try to blog to everyday too. So today my blog is about well Random crap. What is on my mind a lot the Zoo. They have had a ton of babies in the past couple of months a Snow Leopard, Meerkats, Giraffe and Elephant! I am so excited they are so cute if you go to there website you can see all of them&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;https://www.hoglezoo.org/your_zoo_visit/whats_new/animals/new_babies/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to save up and buy a Zoo pass. I would love to go all the time just like my Grandpa use to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on my mind. Scrapbooking. I need to get my pics of Allie printed so I can scrapbook her life. I was looking at baby pics of her today and I need to scrapbook my Chubby Baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok Next in line is My Hair. I AM OVER IT! I need something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost last on my mind is Dancing Classes for Allie. Anyone know of a good place to have Allie take classes and will let her start soon. She will be 3 October 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last I am going to have a contest because well if anyone actually reads this soon I will be Shocked! The First 3 people to comment on this post will get a PRIZE! It will be something cool just you wait. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-1117485352114025189?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/1117485352114025189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=1117485352114025189' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1117485352114025189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1117485352114025189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-appeared.html' title='I Have Appeared !'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SoRz_8MuBKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XfAJnBw8lc8/s72-c/2877_1141623622031_1270677319_382672_4297430_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-4491512168070137609</id><published>2009-01-10T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:23:30.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q32/jessey_820/_angels_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q32/jessey_820/_angels_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the cops? * Dad and Mom dont read this question*........Yes many times actually about 7 or 8 in one year.......sometimes it makes me laugh to think I use to be so Naughty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Do you close your eyes on roller coasters?Oh Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When’s the last time you’ve been sledding?Long time ago.....it was at the cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone? I need my hottie to sleep he is my leg pillow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts? yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Do you consider yourself creative? I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do you think O.J. killed his wife? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Team Aniston or Team Jolie? Ummm.......what brad wants brad gets I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Can you honestly say you know ANYTHING about politics? I hate politics but Yeah I do....I have a nerdy friend who loves it and tells me all about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Do you know how to play poker? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? Way longer then 48 hours....5 days was the longest I have gone without sleeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What’s your favorite commercial? The AT&amp;amp;T ones right now......but I did love the credit card ones with Id Theft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Who was your first love? Jeff Ross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. If you’re driving in the middle of the night, and no one is around you, do you run a red light? I have many times in my teens trying to get home before midnight but since then no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Do you have a secret that no one knows but you? No, cause Heavenly Father knows everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Boston Red Sox or New York Yankees?. Yay! Red Sox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Have you ever been Ice Skating?Yep, and i fell down and sliced my ankel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. How often do you remember your dreams? Almost every night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. What’s the one thing on your mind? State Boards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Do you always wear your seat belt? No I am bad the belt gives me rashes. I hate them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. What talent do you wish you had?Sewing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Do you like Sushi? No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. What do you wear to bed?G's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Do you truly hate anyone? No its not worth my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. If you could sleep with one famous person, who would it be? Jason Curtis Murray.......or Johnny Depp....jason made me tell the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. Do you know anyone in jail? Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. What food do you find disgusting? Seafood, Sushi, cilantro,.......Pork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Have you ever made fun of your friends behind their back? I admit I did in high school alot. Now I hope I dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. Have you ever been punched in the face?Yes, 3 times to be exact....one was by a drunk person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Do you believe in angels and demon? Yes I do.....they are real very very real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-4491512168070137609?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/4491512168070137609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=4491512168070137609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4491512168070137609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4491512168070137609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-questions.html' title='30 Questions'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7049892950113367365</id><published>2008-12-10T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:46:45.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allie wants to Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-BAijGzQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IK6hTZ_-v10/s1600-h/pic160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278079134575545602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-BAijGzQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IK6hTZ_-v10/s320/pic160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-BAEDH59I/AAAAAAAAADw/qr0NxCutKno/s1600-h/pic161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278079126388336594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-BAEDH59I/AAAAAAAAADw/qr0NxCutKno/s320/pic161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-A_2w7C3I/AAAAAAAAADo/V-68fe56f-0/s1600-h/pic159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278079122822335346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-A_2w7C3I/AAAAAAAAADo/V-68fe56f-0/s320/pic159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sfmooooooooooooooooooooooooooooootttttttttfdcvgfgbbbbbbbb b t y u j jk k m m hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhddgggggg aaaaaaaaeeeewfghdbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbkbbl, r r r rr rrrr s aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggeeeeeeemmmmmmmmdm lllllll k j kj i yyyyyyyyyynnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnncssfcsf            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jjjjkjkjj n rrrrrrrrrerrrrrccccfff4ffddfdddr222222222hfgtttttttttffffftgtttttttttttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttvvvvvcvvcvjj vvgfyuyfd rreee5eex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;vhdddddddxhjhjxhjhxbhjhb4545xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx................Love Allie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Allie had to write you all a Letter she kept telling me that she wanted to show you her Cinda Pictures....These Pictures are of Allie on Halloween. The "G's are about gus gus the rest she wouldn't tell me because its to all of you. Hope you enjoy Allie's Letter She loves you All&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-7049892950113367365?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7049892950113367365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7049892950113367365' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7049892950113367365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7049892950113367365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/12/allie-wants-to-post.html' title='Allie wants to Post'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/ST-BAijGzQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/IK6hTZ_-v10/s72-c/pic160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7035395311925761115</id><published>2008-10-29T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:51:35.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9uPDMN4I/AAAAAAAAADg/TqRy-dzxprs/s1600-h/amy+m-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9uPDMN4I/AAAAAAAAADg/TqRy-dzxprs/s400/amy+m-49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262735135338149762" 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/961246595529282071-7035395311925761115?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7035395311925761115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7035395311925761115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7035395311925761115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7035395311925761115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/10/fam.html' title='Fam'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj9uPDMN4I/AAAAAAAAADg/TqRy-dzxprs/s72-c/amy+m-49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-5257476991707748128</id><published>2008-10-29T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:55:48.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Allie Blanche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj8C6cUZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O8zMKP0Iowg/s1600-h/amy+m-55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262733291560395842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj8C6cUZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O8zMKP0Iowg/s400/amy+m-55.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/961246595529282071-5257476991707748128?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/5257476991707748128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=5257476991707748128' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5257476991707748128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5257476991707748128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-miss-allie-blanche.html' title='Little Miss Allie Blanche'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj8C6cUZEI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O8zMKP0Iowg/s72-c/amy+m-55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-4134582889425570847</id><published>2008-10-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:12:00.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polly want a Cracker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj7GHhFsvI/AAAAAAAAADI/F3PbsZesIPo/s1600-h/amy+m-74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj7GHhFsvI/AAAAAAAAADI/F3PbsZesIPo/s320/amy+m-74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262732247098045170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj7Fjf_r4I/AAAAAAAAADA/mcdcxaUmulA/s1600-h/amy+m-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj7Fjf_r4I/AAAAAAAAADA/mcdcxaUmulA/s320/amy+m-73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262732237429780354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie has started to become a parrot!. She loves to say everything everyone else says a lot. I am starting to realize the sayings I use all the time. Allies all time favorite are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Hey Friend! (said by her mother when her friends call her phone)&lt;br /&gt;~Oh my Heck! (she says this ALL the time and every time she does it catches me off guard)&lt;br /&gt;~Don't understand cry (I always say to Allie "I don't understand crying" got this one from Lou)&lt;br /&gt;~Fruck ( Ok so when Allie says Truck it sounds more like the F word....Jason's siblings thinks its so funny so they try to get her to say it all the time)&lt;br /&gt;~Hey Girlfriend ( Jean taught this one to Allie "they have a ball saying it to each other all the time)&lt;br /&gt;~Bibibopiboo ( you have to sing Cinderella or life would be boring) *Added story.....At the beginning of Cinderella Allie Loves to sing the opening credits. Its my favorite part of her watching it. She knows all the words and sings right on Tune (YAY at least I have taught her to sing on key)&lt;br /&gt;~Ding! All done. ( Allie is obsessed with cooking. She loves to bake, cook and chop all day long. I get at least. 7 to 10 meals a day from her. She is the best)&lt;br /&gt;~Nook (means milk)&lt;br /&gt;~ Allie loves to do the dishes. She would do them all day if I let her. *let's just hope she still loves to to them when she is 16. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-4134582889425570847?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/4134582889425570847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=4134582889425570847' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4134582889425570847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4134582889425570847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/10/polly-want-cracker.html' title='Polly want a Cracker?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SQj7GHhFsvI/AAAAAAAAADI/F3PbsZesIPo/s72-c/amy+m-74.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6097780667604455564</id><published>2008-10-22T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:26:56.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter G</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.anokimobi.com/AnokiMobi/UserFiles/Image/Products/Wholesale/Mobile_Phone_Charms/Letter/G_phone_charm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.anokimobi.com/AnokiMobi/UserFiles/Image/Products/Wholesale/Mobile_Phone_Charms/Letter/G_phone_charm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rules: Leave me a comment and I will give you a letter. Then you have to come up with 10 things you like that start with that letter. Lou gave me the Letter G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;~ This is my new all Time favorite show I watch it all the time especially when I clean house. Jason hates it to death and begs for me to go back to "Friends" still love Friends but Gilmore Girls speaks to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Graham Crackers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ This is one of my all time favorite snacks. You have to have it with Milk though its just not the same with out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; I love this musical the music is so much fun to sing and dance to. The message over all is not so great for kids but I never got it til I was way older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ I love giving gifts. The best part about giving someone a gift is seeing there reaction. I love it when you make something for your mom or sister or friend and they cry because they love it so much. I love the feeling of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Glitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Got to have shoes that sparkle! I love all shiny things! Got to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bling&lt;/span&gt; Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gobbler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;Love Thanksgiving Dinner. Some of you most cherished memories with my cousins is on Thanksgiving. The food is amazing and the love you feel at that time of year is priceless. I cant wait for stuffing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ I love my Grandma's they are the most amazing women in the world to me. I look up to them so much. I love that Allie has lots of Grandmas and she begs to see them all the time. The thing I am most looking forward to when I am a grandma is that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have to say No. (if you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Grandpa Larry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~OH I miss this man! Grandpa Larry was the only Grandpa I have ever known. He was the funnest grandpa to have. He would make funny sounds when you hugged him and always tell you how beautiful you are! He always was teasing people to make them smile and was and is one of the greatest examples of Love I know. He cherished  my Grandma with all this soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Grover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ Grover is one of my favorite Characters from Sesame Street! I love him when he is Super Grover! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; favorite parts with him are when he is the waiter for the Blue Bald Guy. I always thought that was so funny and still do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;~ I am a sucker for gadgets anything to use to make something easier I am all for. Plus when it is on a infomercial it is Ten times worse. I become obsessed with watching it and then in my head I must have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-6097780667604455564?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6097780667604455564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6097780667604455564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6097780667604455564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6097780667604455564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/10/g.html' title='The Letter G'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-4667356810846521872</id><published>2008-09-12T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:04:26.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Slipper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poster.net/disney-walt/disney-walt-cinderella-1192713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.poster.net/disney-walt/disney-walt-cinderella-1192713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://www.fromscripttodvd.com/images/Cinderella%20DVD/Glass%20Slipper%20smaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allie has discovered Cinderella. She will watch it all day long if I let her. The cutest thing happend on Sunday though. We had just finished watching Cinderella and Allie ran up to me with her sunday shoe and said "Look Mom! a Lass Ipper!" I said a glass slipper and she noddded her head and and lifter her foot and asked me to put it on. When the shoe was on her food she said "Ding" just like the music in Cinderella! The Slipper fit she is our Princess!&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/961246595529282071-4667356810846521872?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/4667356810846521872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=4667356810846521872' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4667356810846521872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/4667356810846521872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/09/glass-slipper.html' title='Glass Slipper!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-270435942929742708</id><published>2008-09-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:28:14.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the Marching Band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SMDRTHj9wGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hOyXyRfarSU/s1600-h/HPIM1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SMDRTHj9wGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hOyXyRfarSU/s320/HPIM1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242420092636872802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie a couple of weeks ago ran around the house singing and dancing looking like this. I love that she is using her imagination. I love the chain on the binki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-270435942929742708?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/270435942929742708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=270435942929742708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/270435942929742708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/270435942929742708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/09/joining-marching-band.html' title='Joining the Marching Band!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SMDRTHj9wGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hOyXyRfarSU/s72-c/HPIM1603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6986878554527127474</id><published>2008-08-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:18:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.loaz.com/media/blogs/timwang/Beijing-Olympic-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.loaz.com/media/blogs/timwang/Beijing-Olympic-2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a lucky day! And the summer Olympics begin. I loved watching the Opening Ceremony! My favorite outfit was Sweden I loved how they took chinese clothes and put there flag on them. Support our fellow Americans! Anyway, I looked up why the number 8 is lucky for the Chinese on Wikipedia. Hope you all have the best of luck today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EightThe word for &lt;a title="8 (number)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/8_(number)"&gt;"eight"&lt;/a&gt; (八，捌) in Mandarin (&lt;a title="Pinyin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin"&gt;Pinyin&lt;/a&gt;: bā) sounds similar to the word which means "prosper" or "&lt;a title="Wealth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wealth"&gt;wealth&lt;/a&gt;" (&lt;a class="extiw" title="wikt:发" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/å"&gt;发&lt;/a&gt; - short for "发财", &lt;a title="Pinyin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin"&gt;Pinyin&lt;/a&gt;: fā). In regional dialects the words for "eight" and "fortune" are also similar, eg &lt;a title="Standard Cantonese" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standard_Cantonese"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/a&gt; "baat" and "faat".There is also a resemblance between two digits, "88", and the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Shuang xi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shuang_xi"&gt;shuang xi&lt;/a&gt; ('double joy'), a popular decorative design composed of two stylized characters 喜 (xi, 'joy', 'happiness').&lt;a title="Telephone number" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telephone_number"&gt;Telephone number&lt;/a&gt; 8888-8888 was sold for &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="USD" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USD"&gt;USD&lt;/a&gt;$270,723 in &lt;a title="Chengdu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chengdu"&gt;Chengdu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="China" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/China"&gt;China&lt;/a&gt;.The &lt;a title="2008 Summer Olympics" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Summer_Olympics"&gt;Summer Olympics in Beijing&lt;/a&gt; are scheduled to open on 8/8/08 at 8:08:08pm&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numbers_in_Chinese_culture#cite_note-game-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;A man in &lt;a title="Hangzhou" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hangzhou"&gt;Hangzhou&lt;/a&gt; offered to sell his &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="License plate" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/License_plate"&gt;license plate&lt;/a&gt; reading A88888 for RMB 1.12 million.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numbers_in_Chinese_culture#cite_note-game-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Dragon Fish Industry (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Dragon_Fish_Industry&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Dragon Fish Industry&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Singapore" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singapore"&gt;Singapore&lt;/a&gt;, a breeder of rare &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Asian Arowana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asian_Arowana"&gt;Asian Arowanas&lt;/a&gt; (which are "lucky fish" themselves, and, being a rare species, are required to be &lt;a title="Microchip implant (animal)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microchip_implant_(animal)"&gt;microchipped&lt;/a&gt;), makes sure to use numbers with plenty of eights in their microchip tag numbers, and appears to reserve particular numbers especially rich in eights and sixes (e.g. 702088880006688) for particularly valuable specimens.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numbers_in_Chinese_culture#cite_note-dragonfish13-2"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Numbers_in_Chinese_culture#cite_note-dragonfish26-3"&gt;[4]&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/961246595529282071-6986878554527127474?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6986878554527127474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6986878554527127474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6986878554527127474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6986878554527127474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/08/eight.html' title='Eight'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-5652858401835347960</id><published>2008-07-16T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:32:48.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Astrid/Running-Purple-Elephant-Giclee-Print-C10272334.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Astrid/Running-Purple-Elephant-Giclee-Print-C10272334.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-5652858401835347960?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/5652858401835347960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=5652858401835347960' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5652858401835347960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5652858401835347960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-1390091798481769636</id><published>2008-06-26T14:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:08:46.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio</title><content type='html'>Last Week my School had a photo shoot I had to participate in. The theme for the Styles were 40's or  as they say it "Pretty Damn Glam" So I had my best friend from school Kirstin be my Model. I have to say that I was not really impressed with the photographer. He didn't get my ideas so I had to pose her very basic. Plus my cute friend can not and I repeat can not be sexy or serious in pictures she looks mad or crazy. I love her for that though because she is my giggly friend and makes me Laugh a lot which is what friends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQREXPOn8I/AAAAAAAAACA/nbit5N879HA/s1600-h/K+kick.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQREXPOn8I/AAAAAAAAACA/nbit5N879HA/s320/K+kick.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216313035056914370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was really funny it was at the end of the photo shoot and I told Kirstin to dance the gidder bug because she is a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI7XnfMLI/AAAAAAAAABg/u2g0vhj86pU/s1600-h/Kirstin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI7XnfMLI/AAAAAAAAABg/u2g0vhj86pU/s320/Kirstin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304084446818482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the ones I am going to use for my Portfolio along with the one under it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI78k0jWI/AAAAAAAAABo/YYfSkrqWf4E/s1600-h/K+Hair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI78k0jWI/AAAAAAAAABo/YYfSkrqWf4E/s320/K+Hair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304094367747426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the dress she is wearing. It was my grandmothers, so I was cool because it was vintage.&lt;br /&gt;( I Love the Hair I felt so cool that day. I looked my self in the mirror and said girl you got talent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI8E9KH4I/AAAAAAAAABw/TCBgUnkxVmg/s1600-h/K+Pink.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI8E9KH4I/AAAAAAAAABw/TCBgUnkxVmg/s320/K+Pink.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304096617308034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this one with my Huge Boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI8X53AVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YO1Rzm2rY7s/s1600-h/Kirstin+Stand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQI8X53AVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YO1Rzm2rY7s/s320/Kirstin+Stand.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216304101703745874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the first Pic we took! Very Kirstin's personality I Love this photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-1390091798481769636?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/1390091798481769636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=1390091798481769636' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1390091798481769636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/1390091798481769636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/06/portfolio.html' title='Portfolio'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SGQREXPOn8I/AAAAAAAAACA/nbit5N879HA/s72-c/K+kick.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-5428035782634894690</id><published>2008-06-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T14:21:20.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Have or Have Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SE7wPlSJ94I/AAAAAAAAABY/eGIFvjUH4Fo/s1600-h/lily_pad_lotus_flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SE7wPlSJ94I/AAAAAAAAABY/eGIFvjUH4Fo/s320/lily_pad_lotus_flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210365969411209090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do is copy the list and bold what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;200 Have and Have not's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Lou could tell you about a time I went crazy car dancing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;/span&gt;(vaguely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. Won money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;86. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;103. Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;105. Ever dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;122. Ridden a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;129. Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;134. Gone roller skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;151. Ran away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;155. Lied about your weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;158. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;169. Can hula or waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;183. Spent the night in a hostel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erup&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;188. Built a campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;190. Had hives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;196. Know CPR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;198. Found a long lost friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;199. Helped solve a crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;200. Responded to a NJP newsletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                            This surprised me a little bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-5428035782634894690?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/5428035782634894690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=5428035782634894690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5428035782634894690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/5428035782634894690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/06/200-have-or-have-not.html' title='200 Have or Have Not'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SE7wPlSJ94I/AAAAAAAAABY/eGIFvjUH4Fo/s72-c/lily_pad_lotus_flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-6919260189638058615</id><published>2008-06-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:53:05.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two is always better then One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEL9nPCtq8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZkG8EaLVyAg/s1600-h/HPIM1494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEL9nPCtq8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZkG8EaLVyAg/s320/HPIM1494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207002969688353730" 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/961246595529282071-6919260189638058615?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/6919260189638058615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=6919260189638058615' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6919260189638058615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/6919260189638058615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-is-always-better-then-one.html' title='Two is always better then One!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEL9nPCtq8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZkG8EaLVyAg/s72-c/HPIM1494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-3522223901100350640</id><published>2008-05-31T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:00:10.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEGfb_Ctq6I/AAAAAAAAABA/6ZfyZST4Zdk/s1600-h/pic063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEGfb_Ctq6I/AAAAAAAAABA/6ZfyZST4Zdk/s320/pic063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206617947345103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allie is all about the shoes lately. She loves to wear any shoes. Mine, Daddy's and her own. She was so excited when she found my sandals. I was surprised how well she could walk with the high hills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-3522223901100350640?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/3522223901100350640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=3522223901100350640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3522223901100350640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3522223901100350640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/05/shoes.html' title='Shoes!!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEGfb_Ctq6I/AAAAAAAAABA/6ZfyZST4Zdk/s72-c/pic063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-3401767931561259078</id><published>2008-05-30T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:43:40.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Dying Inside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.link-zone.net/greatlives/images/violin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.link-zone.net/greatlives/images/violin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some input on a subject I have been thinking about a lot lately. Any advice would be great and I don't mind who it comes from so PLEASE Comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that if you stop doing something that is such apart of you. That you can slowly die inside? Like if you are a painter and you stop using a paint, or a Dancer who stops dancing, computer wiz without and computer, carpenter without wood.......but in my case its Music....A singer who doesn't sing and a Fiddler who cant get her self to play a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing and I do in my car and with Allie also around the house and all that stuff but, not like I use to. Singing was a huge part of my life. I was always sharing it with someone and now only with Allie which is not a bad thing but I know my voice is not what it use to be. When I was in primary teaching the kids all the songs it wasn't so bad but now I no longer have that calling so I don't share my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin is a whole crazy topic with me. I know I have issues and I have some people in my life that are willing to do anything for me to play those strings again. I know if my mother heard them again she would cry because she would know how hard it is for me to even try. ....I think I am going to put if all out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a failure when it comes to Violin. I know Mom and Dad both of you are shocked I would say that, but I do. I didn't make it into concerto night and I know I could have. I let you both down all those years of lessons and I couldn't even try to make it. I took it for granted how easy Violin came to me. I know that at that time in my life I was not who I am now and was very very stupid. I am sorry for that! So now my problem is every time I pick that violin up I feel like a failure! My issue I know and I am working really hard to get past that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question again Do you think that if you stop doing something that is such apart of you. that you can slowly die inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-3401767931561259078?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/3401767931561259078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=3401767931561259078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3401767931561259078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/3401767931561259078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/05/dying-inside.html' title='Dying Inside?'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-9178498411504245598</id><published>2008-05-29T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:12:45.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Blanche!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEBmzPCtq2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9fa3c7VsS0/s1600-h/HPIM1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEBmzPCtq2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9fa3c7VsS0/s320/HPIM1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206274199637568354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My silly Allie Girl! She cracks me up. She talks a mile a minute. I cant understand half of what she says but I act like I do so she will keep talking. Her new thing is to say Mom then say it again and again so we have a name war. Mom...Allie...Mom....Allie...Mom...I can ask her what she wants and she will just say Mom so I say OK and hug her or just kiss her. Then she laughs and runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are very big in Allie's world right now. She loves to sing to them or put them to sleep. Burping is very important and of course Feeding. She started breast feeding her baby the other day after she saw Lou feed Sofia. I just laughed and let her do it. Breast feeding is very important to your child.When you say Baby in Allie's world its not said Baby its Bebe. in a lower tone of voice.....Don't forget to play patty-e-cake. So much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear music its time to Dance baby!  Twirling, bouncing, tapping, Swaying, Booty shaking and her beautiful Sashay as she walks. I love how she uses her arms when she dances. She is so happy when she hears the beat and gets so excited when I start to dance with her. She is fascinated when she see other people dance. So you think you can dance is one of her favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELMO!! I Love Elmo. He makes Allie so happy and the more I watch it with her he makes me happy. I love how crazy Elmo is and Red too! Allie found this toy in Noah's room the other day that is a fish bowl that is Noah's Fish's toy. Allie came running to me and told me it was Dorthy  who is Elmo's pet fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty Meow!!! Allie loves kitty's now I know this is partly my fault by calling her Allie Cat since birth but its not a bad thing. She loves to point Kitty's out and say Meow. She will also pretend to be a Cat. She also like so chase the Cats around at her many grandmas houses. Probably a better term is torturer the cats. She still is having a hard time with how to be soft. Lucky she hasn't been hurt yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-9178498411504245598?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/9178498411504245598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=9178498411504245598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/9178498411504245598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/9178498411504245598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/05/miss-blanche.html' title='Miss Blanche!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEBmzPCtq2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9fa3c7VsS0/s72-c/HPIM1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-961246595529282071.post-7334266912416099031</id><published>2008-05-28T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:12:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.agpix.com/catalog/AGPix_LaPaPhIn30/large/AGPix_LaPaPhIn30_0006_Lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.agpix.com/catalog/AGPix_LaPaPhIn30/large/AGPix_LaPaPhIn30_0006_Lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so I am so sorry that I had to change my blog address but my other one was WAY messed up and I couldn't fix it. I couldn't even put pics on my posts anymore. I have been trying to do it so when the pic wouldnt go then I wouldnt post so I changed my Blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new and improved Mimi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/961246595529282071-7334266912416099031?l=beautymimi21.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/feeds/7334266912416099031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=961246595529282071&amp;postID=7334266912416099031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7334266912416099031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/961246595529282071/posts/default/7334266912416099031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beautymimi21.blogspot.com/2008/05/much-better.html' title='Much Better!'/><author><name>Mimi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857810608776731363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IKHcL6BktO8/SEB5GvCtq4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/fegbiWB008k/S220/Circus_hp40.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
