<?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-10685788</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:37:51.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're getting a little "crazy"</title><subtitle type='html'>Would you not like to be
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I got myself a promise ring for my birthday!  It's beautiful. I'd put a picture of it up but a picture really doesn't do it justice.  Dan and I definitely got closer.  I'm so in love! &lt;br /&gt;He lives with 3 other guys.  Or I should say, lived with 3 other guys.  His landlord who is a complete ass evicted them...with no reason.  I was only supposed to be in Jersey for a few days but I had to extend my trip to help pack and clean.  Ok, so I just wanted more time with the boy but it's nice to think I was being helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;Dan and I have two dogs.  One that we bought together and one that we sort of adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/guiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/guiness.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little man is Guiness.  He's so loveable and cuddly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/newpuppy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/newpuppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little man is Miller.  He's living with me right now.  He loves to cuddle.  He sleeps with me at night.  Anyone that reads my blog will be completely annoyed with me because I'm taking so many pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-116240559273406441?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/116240559273406441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=116240559273406441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/116240559273406441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/116240559273406441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-116009818318062348</id><published>2006-10-05T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:29:43.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The below post</title><content type='html'>The below post is my FUG...it was up (sort of) last Thursday, but my computer was being less than cooperative...so it's this thursday...and oh is it good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-116009818318062348?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/116009818318062348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=116009818318062348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/116009818318062348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/116009818318062348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/10/below-post.html' title='The below post'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115941799298584774</id><published>2006-09-28T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:28:47.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Fugs in One.</title><content type='html'>It's FUG Thursday....and I got a triple fug this week.  I was standing in line for lunch today when I spotted this doozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/fug_mini.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/fug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A man in overalls.  I'm completely fine with women wearing a nice fitting pair of overalls...but unless there is a far nearby, men should not even think it.  And this was in Cleveland.  In the middle of the city.  Pretty sure there are no farms.&lt;br /&gt;2. The woman with a tshirt that is longer than I am tall.  It's not pretty.  &lt;br /&gt;3. And finally, a man with a mullet.  I don't like mullets.  Sure, I like to laugh at them.  But I don't want to see anyone wearing them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get bonus points for Three Fugs in One....Right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115941799298584774?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115941799298584774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115941799298584774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115941799298584774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115941799298584774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-fugs-in-one.html' title='Three Fugs in One.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115880982740361316</id><published>2006-09-20T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T23:37:07.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this look on everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.10.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/fug_mini.10.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's Fug Thursday and for the first time in like  a decade, I'm playing.  I have a lot of Fug saved up and hope to be playing regularly again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/get-attachment.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/get-attachment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this beauty at work while standing in line for coffee. I don't like this look.  Too bad it's "in" this season.  You have your leggings with a skirt over it.  And if that weren't enough, we have white socks with dark (black) shoes.  Go sockless.  I didn't get a good look at the front, but I'm sure it's equally as fugable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I got caught taking this photo by a fellow employee?  He laughed at me.  I told him that no one would believe me when I described this, so I had to get evidence.  &lt;br /&gt;Did you play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115880982740361316?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115880982740361316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115880982740361316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115880982740361316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115880982740361316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-this-look-on-everyone.html' title='I hate this look on everyone!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115810563622391138</id><published>2006-09-12T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:00:36.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>I haven't been around.  Not that too many people are suffering, I don't have that many readers.  If any.  &lt;br /&gt;I was in New Jersey for 3 weeks and loved every second of it.  I'm really thinking about moving there.  It's just that the cost of living is so expensive.  I can't really afford it.  At least I'd be closer to Dan.&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well.  I love the night shift.  It's so much better than all the other shifts.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write about at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115810563622391138?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115810563622391138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115810563622391138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115810563622391138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115810563622391138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115786472870464495</id><published>2006-09-10T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:52:50.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11, 2001</title><content type='html'>Back in July, ( I think it was July...) Dale got an idea on how to pay tribute to the victims of 9/11/01.  It doesn't matter how you feel about the war, and everything that comes with it, these people were victims.  September 11, 2001 was a strange day for me.  My boyfriend at the time, the Marine, was in Arizona for a wedding.  I had come home to visit my parents and would be leaving that day to go back "home".  I was still asleep and I heard my Dad "yelling" for me to come downstairs.  We sat there watching what was going on in complete disbelief. I knew that my boyfriend would "have" to get involved and I was scared.  I kept trying to call him, but couldn't get ahold of him. We got a phone call from my Aunt to say that her ex-husband (who I still think of as my Uncle) may or may not have been in the Pentagon.  &lt;br /&gt;But today, this post isn't about me.  I get to honor one of the heros of that day. And I am so proud to be part of this....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/472.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Ivan Kyrillos Fairbanks Barbosa.  At the age of 30, he was a Broker and Cantor Fitzgerald.  He lived in Jersey City, New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;He always liked big challenges and adventures. His mother described him as a "nervous mother's nightmare. Extreme sports were his preference. Car racing,diving ,parachuting,rafting,waterskiing, snowskiing always got his adrenalin at maximum). And usually he was very successful at all attempts!&lt;br /&gt;Ivan loved to travel and learn new things.  He made friends easily wherever he went.&lt;br /&gt;He was married in 1999 when he returned home to Brazil. In December of 1999 he married a woman named Valeria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115786472870464495?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115786472870464495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115786472870464495' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115786472870464495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115786472870464495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-11-2001.html' title='September 11, 2001'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115456570627435368</id><published>2006-08-02T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:41:46.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saggy Old Balls...</title><content type='html'>Last night I worked on a new unit.  I called the cancer unit which was really rather scared.  All the patients aren't cancer patients, a few had respiratory problems.  &lt;br /&gt;I was so overwhelmed when I first arrived.   My unit that I always work on has 10 patients tops. This one had 32!!!  I'm a PCNA and I'm used to being the only one on the night shift.  Last night, there were 4.  Each side of the hallway had 18 patients...we divided them up so each had 9.  Except the girl I was with is extremely lazy so I pretty much had all 18 patients.  &lt;br /&gt;There was this one little old man, whose balls are those of which I titled this post after, who kept trying to get out of bed.  Problem was, he was asleep.  He would sit up and basically fall out of bed.  So we put up all the bed railings.  I went in to take the vitals of his roommate and found him half in the bed and half out of the bed between the rails.  Naked.  With his balls just dangling there. I hit the nurse button to get help because he was really wedged in there and I couldn't move him.  For an old man, he's really strong...he was fighting us all the way.  We had to restrain him.  Poor thing.  He had on the vest restraint and wrist restraints.    I had to sit with him for 3  hours because he kept really trying to get out of his bed.  He ended up being himself.  When my relief got there, I stayed to help clean him up.  As we were cleaning him, he peed again. So we had to do it again!  I was so pissy with him...haha...pissy! No pun intended!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115456570627435368?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115456570627435368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115456570627435368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115456570627435368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115456570627435368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/08/saggy-old-balls.html' title='Saggy Old Balls...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115429375418757541</id><published>2006-07-30T17:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:09:14.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi.</title><content type='html'>I'll be back.  Right now, I'm going through something that scares the hell out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115429375418757541?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115429375418757541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115429375418757541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115429375418757541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115429375418757541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi.html' title='hi.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115213410466646840</id><published>2006-07-05T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:15:04.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit tightening your ass!</title><content type='html'>For the month of July, I'll be working the night shift.  Which means 11p-7:30a.  It's not exactly my favorite, but it's also not that bad.  The patients are basically sleeping during this time so I don't really have much to do.  At 6am I get to bust in on everyone and take vitals!  I feel so bad waking people up that early.  There is a lot of paperwork on the night shift.  And what the hell is up with having to check each room to make sure the bed has a headboard?  What???&lt;br /&gt;We have this one patient, a 57y/o male.  I feel bad for him.  He is very disoriented, thinking that it's 2005 and somehow, Clinton is still president for him.  He's lost most of his muscle control.  He doesn't have any idea what's going on.  We have him in a diaper because well, it's just easier.  His room is right by the nurses station...around 2am we start smelling this awful funk.  The kind that makes your eyes water.  One of the nurses and I went into the room and discovered the great poonami of july.  So we put gloves on and got towels.  And a new diaper.  So I'm in charge of getting him on his side and keeping him there.  I pull him over and the nurse starts "digging".  There is poo everywhere.  Everytime the nurse went to clean more poo up, the guy would tighten his ass up and it would hurt him more and more.  He kept looking at me and saying "I don't like fingers up my butt".  It took all that I had (and all that the nurse had) to not laugh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my story for the day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115213410466646840?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115213410466646840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115213410466646840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115213410466646840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115213410466646840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/07/quit-tightening-your-ass.html' title='Quit tightening your ass!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115178108635131665</id><published>2006-07-01T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:11:26.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3p-11:30p</title><content type='html'>This is totally my shift!  I love working the evening shift.  There's still a lot of work, but it's much more relaxed.  I really like the majority of the patients I had this week.  &lt;br /&gt;We are having a few situations with the scheduling but I'm hoping to have that taken care of on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115178108635131665?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115178108635131665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115178108635131665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115178108635131665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115178108635131665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/07/3p-1130p.html' title='3p-11:30p'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115164547542315499</id><published>2006-06-30T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T01:31:15.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Major Announcement</title><content type='html'>Greg and I have broken up.  I'm fine with it....mostly because he's an ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115164547542315499?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115164547542315499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115164547542315499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115164547542315499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115164547542315499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/major-announcement.html' title='A Major Announcement'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115094588433812856</id><published>2006-06-21T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:11:24.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!?!</title><content type='html'>A teardrop tattoo is said to indicate that the wearer has killed in prison. It is worn by the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd put that up there for ya'll....and let you know that one of my patients is sporting this look.  The number of teardrops is the number of people  killed.  Should I feel lucky that he only wears one?  He also has THUG tattooed across his knuckles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115094588433812856?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115094588433812856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115094588433812856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115094588433812856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115094588433812856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/what.html' title='What?!?!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115084300586850996</id><published>2006-06-20T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:36:45.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remeber the color green</title><content type='html'>That's the phrase you hear a lot when working on a unit where you monitor epilepsy patients.  I had 4 patients have seizures today.  One right when I got there.  You know when that happens, the rest of the day is going to be interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;Patient #4 is this really nice woman, pretty young.  I had just left her room after helping her to the bathroom and she pressed her warning button.  I ran back into the room and told her to remember the color green.   Everyone ran in and starting doing the "interview".  It's so crazy to see this.&lt;br /&gt;I have one patient who is only 18 and I feel so badly for her.  Only her brother and father come in to visit her and they only stay for about 2 hours.  (which may sound like a lot, but really isn't)  I was talking to her for quite some time today.  She definitely likes to talk!  I'm supposed to figure out Nemo's fathers name...Anyone know?  &lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an interesting job.  There are ups and downs.  I can't wait to finally feel comfortable with what I'm doing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115084300586850996?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115084300586850996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115084300586850996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115084300586850996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115084300586850996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/remeber-color-green.html' title='Remeber the color green'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115040388741988976</id><published>2006-06-15T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:38:07.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nucking Futs.</title><content type='html'>So I've been house/puppy-sitting since last friday.  This is the second time I've done this for my cousins.  I absolutely love doing this and it's not a problem at all.  However, this on top of my orientation at the Hospital-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named so that I can't get in trouble for anything I might write on here, has me going crazy!  &lt;br /&gt;The orientation is long and boring.  The dogs are more work this time than I thought.  Otis, the pug pictured in the last post, has something wrong with his eyes that is causing him to basically go blind.  Well, as long as I give him drops once a day, and an ointment that I actually have to PUT INTO IS EYES WITH MY FINGERS, he'll be fine.  What we know about me is this: I hate eyes.  If there is anything that makes me gag, it's eyes.  I hate the eye doctor.  I hate watching people put drops in.  Just thinking about it makes me gag a little.  So this, needless to say, has been less than exciting.  Next we have Pace, think potch-a, she's an adorable lab.  She's so gentle and all she wants out of you is love.  (Otis is your typical, high-strung, attention craving pug) Well, Pace is getting pretty old.  She has arthritis.  She has to have a pill every other day.  Not a problem.  You put that pill in a marshmellow and down it goes no problems.  Last night, I noticed she was walking a little funny.  She finally let me look at her paw, and it was all bloody and raw looking.  I called the vet.  They wanted me to take her to the Animal ER.  So at midnight (keep in mind, I have to be up at 5:30am for orientation) I load the puppy into the car and off we go.   We get there and they check her temp.  Did you know they shove the thermometer UP THE DOG'S ASS??  That poor puppy.. It turns out she somehow cut the larger pad of her foot and was licking/picking at it.  She's now the proud owner of the "bucket" over her head and I have to spray a med on it 3 times a day.  Goodness.....It's a good thing that I absolutely LOVE dogs and would do anything for these 2!  (And it *only* cost me $100.)&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;Conversation yesterday at orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*during the CPR movie*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm...that guy dummy has boobs.  I don't get it.  &lt;br /&gt;friend: Mandy, even transvestites/transgenders need CPR sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh.  That explains it all.  Thanks for clearing that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the dummy was truly a "man".  You could tell.  Very masculine structures...except for those boobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115040388741988976?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115040388741988976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115040388741988976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115040388741988976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115040388741988976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/absolutely-nucking-futs.html' title='Absolutely Nucking Futs.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-115005992083086595</id><published>2006-06-11T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T17:05:20.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My little snuggle-butt</title><content type='html'>I'm watching my cousins house/dogs again while they are at the beach in North Carolina.  My entire family, with the exception of my parents, grandparents, and aunt are there.  Umm...Thanks for inviting us!  Really!  I'm not too sad though.  I get my own house for over a week with 2 dogs that make me feel so good every time I walk through the door.  &lt;br /&gt;Otis is the little pug.  And by little, I mean fat.  That thing has to weigh about 20 pounds.  He really really likes to cuddle at night.  I took this picture as we were falling asleep last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/otis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/otis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  He was so adorable last night!  This picture was taken with my phone, so give the quality a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.  I start orientation for my new job tomorrow.  I almost didn't get it because for some reason, I can't pee in a cup.  They finally managed to get me to do so.  I have to be up incredibly early in the morning and I will be gone all day.  I went shopping so that I could have some new "adult" clothes for orientation.  After this week, I'll get to wear scrubs to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-115005992083086595?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/115005992083086595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=115005992083086595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115005992083086595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/115005992083086595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-snuggle-butt.html' title='My little snuggle-butt'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114974203579509119</id><published>2006-06-08T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:47:15.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*tap tap* Is this thing on??</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  I would still rather be in New Jersey (did I ever think I'd be saying that??) and not in Ohio, but I must be responsible.  I will be house/dog sitting for my cousins again all next week and STARTING MY JOB!!  This week, I had/have my physical and new-hire paperwork.  Fun fun....&lt;br /&gt;What better day to come back and post than FUG Thursday?  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.10.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/fug_mini.10.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving home from New Jersey, I always stop at one service plaza in particular because it has a Sbarro's.  (mmm...Pizza!!)  I'm sitting in my car eating my lunch and just relaxing before doing the next part of my drive and I see this winner.  She's by herself and walking into the service plaza.  Before she could come out, I frantically dug around to find my camera.  I caught her!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/IMG_1198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Let us all look at the bright yellow shirt, bright orange pants, and what's that I see???  Hot Pink sandals with flowers on them.  I'm sorry, but no.  I wish I could have said something to her.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114974203579509119?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114974203579509119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114974203579509119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114974203579509119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114974203579509119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/06/tap-tap-is-this-thing-on.html' title='*tap tap* Is this thing on??'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114835020835964034</id><published>2006-05-22T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:10:08.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm Leaving...not on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm off to New Jersey again!  I'm extremely excited.  Am I packed yet?  Nope...but that's ok cause I don't have to pack "nice" things.  And I think I'm going fishing!  I'm so excited about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to say lately.  I'll be back when I get home.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114835020835964034?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114835020835964034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114835020835964034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114835020835964034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114835020835964034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/cause-im-leavingnot-on-jet-plane.html' title='Cause I&apos;m Leaving...not on a jet plane...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114805886089257686</id><published>2006-05-19T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:14:20.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one that thinks this...</title><content type='html'>First, we have the Spice Girls.  I remember a talent show in high school when a bunch of us pretended that we were the spice girls and sang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/spicegirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/spicegirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Scary Spice really was kind of scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/pussycat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/pussycat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I believe that The Pussycat Dolls are todays Spice Girls.  After watching them on Leno last night, I think they might be the "sluttier" version.  Although, I have to admit, I do like their music much more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I the only one that thinks that maybe, just maybe, the Pussycat Dolls are just a reinvention of the Spice Girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114805886089257686?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114805886089257686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114805886089257686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114805886089257686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114805886089257686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-i-only-one-that-thinks-this.html' title='Am I the only one that thinks this...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114792091736961699</id><published>2006-05-17T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:55:17.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day The Music Died....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/eyamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/eyamin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do a recap last night.  I believe that out of the three, Taylor was by far the best!  Second best for me was Elliott.   We know I have the McPheever but I honestly don't think she's been very good lately.  She's been inconsistant week after week.  Simon picked Over the Rainbow for her to sing last night, it was a manufactured moment.  I think that K.Lo did it much better and that Kat's was pretty oversung.  &lt;br /&gt;Taylor put a tear in my eye when he sang You Are So Beautiful.  I watched it over and over.  Try A  Little Tenderness was amazing.  And I swear it sounded just like the Boss when he sang Dancing In The Dark. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Elliott was great on Open Arms.  What You Won't Do For Love is a great song.  I don't know if I liked this song that much.  But, since Elliott can sing, he made it great.  I Believe to My Soul was a solid performance.  I don't think I would have chosen this song but again, he made it great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, Kat should have gone home tonight.  However, Elliott did.  And did you even see how much grace he had while watching his "trip down memory lane"?  Nothing but class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very happy with how Kat did nothing but smile when she found out she was in the final 2!  She could have at least waited until the camera was OFF her!  And her parents....they were rude.  Yes, they should be proud of their daughter, but they were basically celebrating right in front of Elliott's fans.  I do realize that it's hard to control your emotions....but there is a thing called manners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott has such talent.  I wish him the best and will definitely support him when his cd comes out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said....Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol! Soul Patrol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114792091736961699?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114792091736961699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114792091736961699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114792091736961699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114792091736961699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-music-died.html' title='The Day The Music Died....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114780718900432292</id><published>2006-05-16T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:21:28.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the F*$!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/health/healthmain.html?in_article_id=385968&amp;in_page_id=1774&amp;amp;in_a_source=&amp;amp;ct=5"&gt;Girl, 11, will be Britain's youngest mother the Daily Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many issues with this entire situation. I think we'll just take this step by step and discuss my many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "The girl smokes 20 cigarettes a day despite being eight months' pregnant. She conceived aged 11 when she lost her virginity to a boy of 15 on a drunken night out with friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all smoking (20) cigarettes a day period...let alone being 11 years old. Then, let's bring up the fact that she's &lt;strong&gt;8 months pregnant&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sorry, but WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The 15-year-old has since been charged with rape by police, and is due to appear again at Edinburgh sheriff court on July 10. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 15 year old boy is being charged with rape. Now, I want to know, if the roles were reversed, if the girl were 15 and the boy were 11...who would get the rape charges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"She told the Sun: "I didn't think I'd get pregnant because it was my first time. But I'm really excited and looking forward to being a mum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously, most &lt;strong&gt;CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt; by the age of 11 know at least the basics of sex education. In todays society, most girls are getting their periods by age 10. I've read cases of girls getting their periods by 8 or 9. So for this little child to say "I didn't think I'd get pregnant because it was my first time" is a poor reflection on the parents. Who doesn't have the "talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"I know how to feed a baby its bottle and I can change nappies. But I panic and cry if they're sick and I don't like giving them a bath because I'm a bit frightened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she want an award because she can bottle feed and change nappies? Does she realize exactly how much work a newborn is? And what happens, if by chance, the baby has any birth defects that will require even more work? As for the baby being sick and bathing it...I don't even know what to say. Babies get sick. Babies need to be bathed. What happens in the middle of the night when the baby is crying/screaming and she doesn't know what's wrong with it? How will she handle that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;."The girl, who has shoulder-length dark hair, began smoking at nine and started drinking tonic wine and vodka cocktails at ten. She claimed her cigarette habit was not harming the health of her unborn child"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking at age 9? Having vodka cocktails at 10? Now there is some fine parenting. (And let's not forget that her mother did just give birth to another baby) Also, that last paragraph just kills me. She doesn't think smoking will harm the health of the unborn child? Again, another example of fine parenting on her mothers part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; "Her mum said: "I'm not ashamed of my daughter at all - in fact, I'm proud of her for keeping the baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I understand the whole being proud of her for keeping the baby...I don't understand it.  How can you be proud of your 11 year old daughter who got herself pregnant? I don't think I would scream from the rooftops "My 11 year old daughter went to a party, got drunk, and screwed some 15 year old boy getting herself knocked up!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother goes on to say how at first she didn't want to be a "gran" but now she's used to the idea and is looking forward to another baby in the house.  WTF??  I'm 25, not married, and if I came home pregnant, my mom would go nuts on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't the mother have some sort of negligence charges brought against her?  She's obviously not aware of what her child is doing, and if she is, she's a horrible parents.&lt;br /&gt;Where did the money for cigarettes and alcohol come from?  How did the 11 year old obtain these items?  I know laws are a big more lax in certain areas...but I'm almost 100% sure it's not legal for an 11 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think...I definitely respect any and all opinions...and I'm interested in what ya'll have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114780718900432292?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114780718900432292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114780718900432292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114780718900432292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114780718900432292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-f.html' title='What the F*$!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114774514542209365</id><published>2006-05-15T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:05:45.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late...</title><content type='html'>I'm a day late with this post.  The weekend (Thursday-today) was one of the most amazing weekends I've ever had.  So much happened that was just beyond amazing.  I can't even find the words to describe it. (Granted, a lot has made me more confused now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my best friend.  When I was younger, I never thought I'd say that my mother was/is my best friend.  As I've grown older, I've come to realize that there couldn't be another person.  No one else loves me so unconditionally like you do.  You love me no matter how stupid I am...no matter how much "trouble" I get myself into, you are always there.  We've definitely had our rough times...times when we hated each other and I didn't think we'd ever "recover"....but here we are, 25 years and still going strong. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.  Thank you for teaching me to be like you.  Thank you for helping me develop not only morals...but who I am.  You've taught me that it's ok to not care what everyone else thinks....that in the end, I only need to make myself happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that Mother's make the world a much better place.  Thank all of you...for everything you do.  Especially my mother....because she's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114774514542209365?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114774514542209365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114774514542209365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114774514542209365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114774514542209365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-late.html' title='A Day Late...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114727265556595430</id><published>2006-05-10T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:48:56.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmmm...I have mixed feelings about tonight. While I didn't want Chris to win because I want him to be able to make an album that is him not AI...I don't think he should have left tonight. I truly hope that someone offers him a contract! Or, I hope the Fuel rumor is true! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I seriously thought Kat was going home...but all signs pointed towards Chris. Such is life. I'm all for a Taylor/Elliott final!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I found this while lurking around and I found it to be clever and fun! Pick your favorite artist/band and answer the following questions with song titles from them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using only songs from one artist cleverly answer these questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick an Artist: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dave Matthews Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How was your day?: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Typical Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Describe yourself: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Best of What's Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do you feel about yourself? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dream Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe your ex boyfriend / girlfriend: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe your current crush: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Smooth Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe your current location: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Last Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe where you want to be: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stolen Away on 55th &amp; 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your best friend is: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SayGoodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your favorite color is: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you hate: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Space Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You know that: &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't Drink the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's the weather like? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let You Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If your life was a television show, what would it be called? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;One Sweet World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is life to you? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rhyme&amp;amp;Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the best advice you have to give? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stand Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tag people....So, if you want to do this, you should!  I'd like to see Tammy, Kami, and TKW do this.  But TKW is away, lucky bitch! I hope ya'll do this!!  Oh, and number 8....it's the meaning behind the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114727265556595430?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114727265556595430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114727265556595430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114727265556595430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114727265556595430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings...........'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114723274551361841</id><published>2006-05-09T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:45:45.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 little indians jumping on the bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/expert_idol_956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/expert_idol_956.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final 4 take on Elvis!  In my mind, Kat is already at a disadvantage.  Elvis is hard to impersonate...just look at all the crappy impersonaters out there.  (I'm totally spelling that word wrong, and I'm ok with that!)  So, we be taking on the King tonight...I've been losing sleep (not really) trying to figure out who can pull this off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/taylor_sings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/taylor_sings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Opening the show is Taylor.  From the beginning, I was excited for him because this is totally his "style" of music!  &lt;br /&gt;1. Jailhouse Rock-After that performance, I am 100% on the soul patrol.  Of course, you have always been one of my favorites.  It's the harmonica.  LOVE! the pinstripe suit!  It was like a purple/maroonish color and that's fantastic!  The vocals on this song-AMAZING!  The dancing-fanfuckingtastic!  I don't really care what Simon said because isn't the point of music and being a musician having fun and entertaining your fans?  &lt;br /&gt;2. In the Ghetto- Perfect song for you.  It was yet again another amazing performance.  The vocals were out of this world. This performance totally showed another side of you.  It was soulful and full of emotion.  Perfection.  &lt;br /&gt;See ya in the final 3....and the final 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/Chris-Daughtry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/Chris-Daughtry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wanna know a little secret?  I knew you were going to ROCK on Elvis night.  Everyone I talked to was all "He can't pull off Elvis....he's just all about rock.." WTF ever! Oh, and when you mentioned that you wear boxerbriefs...yea, I got a little tingly in the "happy area".  Just sayin.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Suspicious Minds-Umm...hello! Only like my favorite Elvis song!!  (Next to the teddy bear one but that's a whole different story)  I don't even have to say anything because that was perfection.  I couldn't find a flaw in that performance.  &lt;br /&gt;2. A Little Less Conversation-I'll satisfy you...any way possible.  That outfit....time for my weekly COLD shower!  I really can't say much.  You were amazing tonight.&lt;br /&gt;See ya in the finals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/american_elliott2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/american_elliott2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elliott...week after week you get better looking and sing better!&lt;br /&gt;1. If I Can Dream-If we can be honest for just one moment (What? I'm always completely honest when doing my AI recaps!!)  This is not a good song for you.  But don't worry, cause it really wasn't a good song for Elvis.  He had problems with it.  That being said, it was nicely done.  Your vocals were on tonight and the judges love you.  &lt;br /&gt;2. Trouble- I don't see trouble when I look into your face hunny....more like a squishy boy!  Great song!  That was quite the sexy performance...and your best yet!  I think you had your "moment".  I give you a cold shower award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/katharine23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/katharine23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girlfriend has a nice ass in those jeans!! And in that picture....LOOK AT THOSE BOOBS!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;1. Hound Dog/All Shook Up- You can sing for sure...but you were out of breath and it was probably pretty hard to combine those two songs.  I just don't know how I feel about that performance.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can't Help Falling In Love- With my extremely musically trained ears, I picked up some pitch problems.  How did this happen? You are usually on!  I hate that you didn't have that great of a night.  Nice hair and outfit on this one...but uhhh...where's your belly button?  I kept looking for it and couldn't find it.  You do have one, right?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my 4 favorites are the only 4 left...how do I pick the "worst"?  If I have to, I'd say Kat is in trouble tomorrow night.  In my opinion, and it doesn't often count for much, women just can't "do" Elvis.  So this night was somewhat biased.  I'm definitely thinking she's in the bottom two and could probably be going home.  Although, word has it that a magazine cover has been published with Chris, Kat, and Taylor...saying that they were the final 3...  Who knows?  &lt;br /&gt;Wee little Seacrest was looking quite hot tonight.  He was also sticking up for all the contestants when Simon was being "nasty".  &lt;br /&gt;When Elliott sang Trouble, the camera went to Paula and she was doing some sort of pole dance.  Even Ryan wanted to give her a dollar....haha...Pauler is only worth a dollar!  &lt;br /&gt;Did anyone else notice the extreme tension between Simon/Paula/Ryan??  I'd like to know what's going on.  &lt;br /&gt;And to end this night....Elvis, back in the early years before drugs and a lot of extra weight, was a beautiful man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114723274551361841?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114723274551361841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114723274551361841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114723274551361841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114723274551361841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/4-little-indians-jumping-on-bed.html' title='4 little indians jumping on the bed...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114694467117566304</id><published>2006-05-06T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:44:31.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well, as of June 12, 2006 I will officially be working at that big hospital that is quite well known!  It took some time to get through my paperwork and background check but they called last week and offered me to position!!  Hopefully, I will have more "funny" stories! &lt;br /&gt;I have my physical and TB test on June 6.  I will also be getting my parking assignment and badge.  Until then, I'm just going to be enjoying life!  I'll probaby make another trip to Jersey.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited that I got this job.  I will be making good money and learning so much!  I'll be working in the epilepsy area...so I think I will be looking up a lot of information so that I don't seem like a complete idiot on my first day of work!  In anatomy classes, I was more into the cardiac stuff.  But the brain is amazing, so I truly can't wait to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114694467117566304?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114694467117566304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114694467117566304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114694467117566304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114694467117566304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114684967452461389</id><published>2006-05-05T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:56:22.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPF---When you actually have to think.</title><content type='html'>*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/spf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/spf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Body of Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - think big or small…it’s up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something with Flavor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - yes, another wide open one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant your Ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - where you park it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/bodyofwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/bodyofwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first body of water....It's a little river/waterfall in the Olympic National Park.  It was my first trip to the Pacific Northwest and it didn't fail to impress!  It was the first time I had ever seen mountains.  Or a rainforest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/bodyofwater2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/bodyofwater2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My second body of water...how big can one think?  How about the Pacific Ocean from the Olympic National Park?? This was my first time seeing the Pacific Ocean...It amazed me beyond words.  It actually looked angry that day.  And those rocks, they just screamed 'The Goonies' to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/flavor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/flavor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something with flavor....the dinner from Easter.  Holy flavor!!  Everything was sooooo good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/sit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I plant my ass for a solid week during the summer.  It is the pool in Vegas at the hotel we stay at the most!  Wow..I can't wait to go back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didja play? Huh??  Let me know so I can come comment!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114684967452461389?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114684967452461389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114684967452461389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114684967452461389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114684967452461389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/spf-when-you-actually-have-to-think.html' title='SPF---When you actually have to think.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114651952415092919</id><published>2006-05-02T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:37:33.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday has become like, my favorite night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/americanidol3.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/elliottyamin.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 1: On Broadway ( George Benson)  I so love the jeans/blazer look on you.  It's adorable!  It was a great arrangement of the song.  Your voice was ON!  And you danced.  That was adorable! I wasn't a fan of the gold tie....gold just isn't a good color.  &lt;br /&gt;Song 2: Home (Michael Buble) I'm not so sure that singing a song with lyrics like "i wanna go home" was that smart.  At least you sang it well and you took that fugly tie off!  You were singing to the girlfriend, weren't you?  Yup, I could tell.  That was adorable and you probably won votes for that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/parisbennett.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 1: Kiss (Prince) Who else thought of the bathtub scene with Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman?  The sound of her voice was all I could hear.  That performance was...fun.  I wouldn't say it was amazing.  The vocals were ok, I'm definitely not denying that you can sing cause you can...but not that song sweetie.  Seriously, Prince???  Holy I love those shoes! Can I have em????&lt;br /&gt;Song 2: Be Without You (Mary J Blige) Interesting. I think you are good...but just too young.  Outfit was on!  That rocked.  I wish I could pull off an outfit like that.  &lt;br /&gt;I do want to give you props on the Oprah hair...you could have been her mini me.  I think the best way to sum you up, you are annoyingly cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/chrisdaughtry.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 1: Renegade (Styx) I've only heard this song a few times, but I'm gonna go download it as soon as I'm done here.  You can sing.  There's no doubt about that.  In your "interview" you said that you like being in the spotlight....would a flashlight hanging over my bed work for you?  Cause I can totally arrange that.  You seem to dress to get me all...nevermind...but you do it week after week.  &lt;br /&gt;Song 2: I Dare You (Shinedown)  See, I don't really like this song.  And you could tell that your vocal chords totally hurt.  Do you need me to come take care of you?  I am a nursing student...I love how you make all of this look so easy.  And that black leather jacket??? YUMMY!!  I'm having such naughty thoughts over here!  Take care of that voice baby...you need it for when you are in the final two!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/katharinemcphee.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 1: Against All Odds (Phil Collins)  I don't like this song when Mr. Collins sings it.  We all know I am a major fan of yours...hell, I think you're hot and you might be put on "THAT" list right after Jessica Simpson...but anyway...you had a few pitch problems with that song. You weren't at all comfortable with it.   I'm thinking about calling Nigel or someone as important to talk them into banning that song from the Idol Possibility List.  &lt;br /&gt;Song 2: Black Horse and the Cherry Tree (KT Tunstall) I admit, I knew you were going to sing this for about a week now.  And truth be told, I was SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!!  You nailed it hunny!  I love that you sang on your knees...I love that you had those two guys playing the box drums.  It was a fun song and you had fun doing it.  I love that your toes matched your shirt!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blinkyou.com/glitters.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blinkyou.com/glitter_images/taylorhicks.gif" border="0" alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com for thousands of custom glitters and layouts"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song 1: Play That Funky Music (White Boy) (Wild Cherry) Hell Yea!  The dancing was back...I still think it's a cross between Dave Matthews/Rod Stewart/Elvis/Forrest Gump. Whatever it is, keep it because it's fantastic.  I knew about this song too...I was a little worried.  But damn, you did it!  I like it better than the original.  That was fanfuckingtastic!  &lt;br /&gt;Song 2: Something (Beatles/George Harrison)  I love the drumming in this song, but it might be because I'm a drummer.  You never know.  You totally put yourself into this song, it was simply beautiful.  &lt;br /&gt;You were 100% perfect tonight.  Tonight, you are my American Idol.  See ya in the final 2 buddy!&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;So...I'm thinking it's a Chris/Taylor finale.  Just my opinion though.  &lt;br /&gt;And since I have so much time on my hands, I figured this little situation out....If tradition holds, Paris goes home tomorrow.  Each year, when the top 5 perform whoever gets the 2nd spot (Known as the death spot) is sent home.  Don't believe me?  Here, look....&lt;br /&gt;  SEASON 4/TOP 5 1. Anthony Fedorow 2. Scott Savol (Eliminated) 3. Vonzell Solomon 4. Bo Bice (2nd) 5. Carrie Underwood (won) SEASON 3/TOP 5 1. Diana DeGarmo (2nd) 2. George Huff (eliminated) 3. LaToya London 4. Jasmine Trias 5. Fantasia Barrino (won) SEASON 2/TOP 5 1. Ruben Studdard (won) 2. Trenyce (eliminated) 3. Joshua Gracin 4. Kimberley Locke 5. Clay Aiken (2nd) SEASON 1/TOP 5 1. Kelly (won) 2. R.J. (Eliminated) 3. Tamrya 4. Justin (2nd) 5. Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do know my idol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114651952415092919?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114651952415092919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114651952415092919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114651952415092919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114651952415092919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/05/tuesday-has-become-like-my-favorite.html' title='Tuesday has become like, my favorite night!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114625991007346506</id><published>2006-04-28T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:31:50.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So...Look around...like it? It's fun for now...I want to change the heading but I can't figure out where that is. But I did get a new layout and figured out how to link to other blogs! I'm giving major thanks to TheKeptWoman, who pointed me in the right direction! She may have a prize if she likes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JoAnne Fabrics is having a huge sale right now. I got so much in the scrapbook department that it's crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In the next few weeks, I'm going to be busy. I'm giving my room a complete overhaul. It really needs one. I'll be going to a few Indians Games and to the Zoo! For Mother's Day, my entire family is going on a 3 hour boat cruise. Should I learn how to make a radio out of a coconut? I have to figure out what to get my Mom. Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114625991007346506?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114625991007346506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114625991007346506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114625991007346506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114625991007346506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114616768871008195</id><published>2006-04-27T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T15:54:48.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Excited...</title><content type='html'>Kat and Chris were the top two vote getters!&lt;br /&gt;Elliott and Taylor were the middle!&lt;br /&gt;Paris and Pickle bottom two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICKLE GONE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114616768871008195?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114616768871008195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114616768871008195' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114616768871008195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114616768871008195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-excited.html' title='So Excited...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114606363230613465</id><published>2006-04-26T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:02:16.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5706 all the way!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/images.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start this little (long??) post by saying that I love Andrea Bocelli!  His voice is simply amazing and I own his cds.  There's nothing quite like being in Vegas, laying by the pool at the Paris, and hearing his voice booming across the street from the Bellagio fountain.  It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But now to the task at hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) McPhee-ver: I have Nothing, Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;     Holy banana panties flashed right on screen!  Do you know how many people saw that?  And to add onto that, do you know how many people have that TiVo'd?  The dress was beautiful...except for when we got the back shot.  Something was going on with your butt this evening.  That being said, nice boobs!  &lt;br /&gt;     I personally hate Whitney Houstan...Why choose a song from a crack head?  You sang that so much better then Ms. Houston.  David Foster, who wrote the song, and Andrea Bocelli both thought that you sang that beautifully.  You even did a duet opera song with Mr. Bocelli, how cool was that?  I don't understand why the judges thought you weren't good tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Elliott: A Song For You-Donny Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;      Day-um!!! Week after week you continue to impress me.  I have never heard this song before, and while I found it boring, you sang it well.  The judges loved you tonight.  You look fucking fantastic.  Rumor has it that you sing that song to your girlfriend all the time....Lucky girl.  I'm jealous!  While you looked very good tonight, why are you dressed like Ryan?  &lt;br /&gt;      You hit every note and it was beautiful.   &lt;br /&gt;Paula, in tears?  Being moved....Oxycoton...Percocet...what??&lt;br /&gt;******I totally fear this next performance if she sings hat she's rumored to be singing*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Pickler: Unchained Melody, Righteous Brothers&lt;br /&gt;     What the fuck is this "play pottery" shit?  (Everytime this girl goes to open her mouth, I cringe.)  Only you could take a beautiful song and make me want to slit my wrists.  Simon was 120% correct in saying that that was horrible.  With the exception of the one person that sang this in auditions that one year, you might have a record for making this song really long.  I could have run a mile in the time it took you to sing. (Ok, not really cause I don't run but....)  Why, oh why are you still in this competition?  You are so far out of your league talent wise...  I hope America is smart and you're leaving tonight. A goose being run over sounds better than you did tonight. (Or any night for that matter) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Paris: The Way We Were-Babs&lt;br /&gt;      I'm definitely a closet Barbara Streisand fan.  Shh..don't let that get out!  You totally looked like Tutti from The Facts of Life tonight.  I had a good laugh.  I love this song.  Absolutely love it.  You are very talented...but your performances are getting boring.  Like really boring.  I like you, but I don't think you're going to be in this competition that much longer.  Hopefully, the pickle goes home before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Taylor: Just Once, James Ingram&lt;br /&gt;      I think you should have sang "You've Lost That Loving Feeling".  That was rumored to be what you were singing...   I don't know why you picked what you did.  You sort of look like you weren't feeling well?  Are you sick? Eat some chicken soup and drink lots of clear liquids.  I'm gonna blame your sort of off vocals on you being sick.  While it was a good performance, you have definitely had better weeks.  You have a large enough fan base that you should be safe this week.  Soul Patrol!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********So many rumors about what Chris will sing********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Chris: Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman, Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;     First off, for at least the 2nd week in a row, just looking at you has made me need to go take a cold shower.  Holy Yummy I want to hump you....  I love that Andrea had you sing while on the floor.  It really did help your already amazing vocals!  You showed such emotion while singing.  You really connected that to the lyrics and to the song in general.  &lt;br /&gt;    You gave me shivers.  And I think I rewatched you about 20 times. (Thank you TiVo!)&lt;br /&gt;    The rumors for you had you singing some of the GREAT songs.  Like Wicked Game by Chris Isaak.  Also, Faithfully by Journey.  Either would have been AMAZING!!  I'm glad you sang what you did though.   Paula made an ass of herself after your performance....which was great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom Three:  Unfortunately an all female bottom 3.  With I'm hoping Pickler going home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts: What exactly was Paula on tonight?  She HAD to be high or something.  If ya'll remember correctly, this week is the week that Constantine Maroulis was voted off.. (Before Scotty "the Body" Savol) So if things go according to "tradition" we're in for a big shocker tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;Let's see...I think by picking Unchained Melody, Pickler was asking to go home.  No one but the Righteous Brothers can actually pull that song off.  &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tonight!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114606363230613465?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114606363230613465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114606363230613465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114606363230613465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114606363230613465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/5706-all-way.html' title='5706 all the way!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114567687395208229</id><published>2006-04-21T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:34:33.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me do you a favor...</title><content type='html'>Tonight my two very good girlfriends and I went to the movies.  We saw that new Jennifer Aniston movie, something to do with money.  Other peoples money or something....ANYWAY....  My advice to you is DON'T GO SEE IT!!!  Well, if you are really drunk or perhaps under the influence of other mind altering fun it could be a good movie.  &lt;br /&gt;If you think you really have to see it, get someone else to pay for it.  &lt;br /&gt;However, if anyone has seen or is going to see this movie, I'd like to know what you thought about it.  Like it or not, I'd like to hear your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my SPF comments (I got soooo many! It's like crack!!)  I have to laugh at Kami.  She told me to go to bed! Haha!! I love it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the little egg guy....  Once you have the eggs hard boiled, and you get them out of the shell into a bowl you use him to mash them up to make egg salad.  His little feet act as a fork or whatever it is you use to mash up your eggs.  He's so cute.  And so useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another helpful tidbit...don't mix movie theater popcorn and thin mints.  Makes for an upset tummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114567687395208229?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114567687395208229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114567687395208229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114567687395208229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114567687395208229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/let-me-do-you-favor.html' title='Let me do you a favor...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114558876471327907</id><published>2006-04-20T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T01:11:39.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing our A, B, C's!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/spfbig2.2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/spfbig2.2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff Portrait Friday: April 21st, 2006 - Your Initials&lt;br /&gt;1. Your First initial— You take your first initial and take a picture of something…&lt;br /&gt;2. Middle initial - Yep, now take a picture of something that starts with your middle initial&lt;br /&gt;3. Last name initial - Yes…it’s this easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to make me think this week!  I couldn't decide which first initial to use.  A or M...M or A....   and then I wanted to get creative and think outside the box.  So, I did what I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST INITIAL&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;My first name is Amanda, but many people (ok, all people) call me Mandy.  I thought I'd do the A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0970.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Apples!  Apples start with A!  I tried getting a good shot from every angle.  I've come to the conclusion that I suck at photography!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND INITIAL&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;An E.  This was going to give me some problems.  I don't have any elephants or eskimos hidden around the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0973.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This here is my Egg masher.  When I want egg salad I use this little guy! I think he's really darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST INITIAL&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;My last name starts with an S.  The answer to this dilemna was sitting in front of me and beside me all day long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0959.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, we have a Scrapbook layout!  I've been getting more and more into scrapbooking!  And since my mom recently surprised me with a sizzix the other day, I can have good lettering once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0972.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here we have my snack of choice....a Sunkist orange.  Nothing tastes better (to me) than an orange.  Except of course, an orange in Florida!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my best!  Let me know if you played and I'll come check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114558876471327907?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114558876471327907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114558876471327907' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114558876471327907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114558876471327907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/singing-our-b-cs.html' title='Singing our A, B, C&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114546297444838779</id><published>2006-04-19T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T12:23:09.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got any Cheese??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/wbw_pink.11.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/wbw_pink.11.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;Way Back Wednesday is brought to us by The Kept Woman up in Cheeseland. This week's assignment: Your moldy cheesy family (like "Cheese!" and moldy 'cause it's an old picture...demented and odd, I know)...this week I'm looking for the oldest family photo that you have...hopefully this will highlight some killer fashions of the past.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I hit this assignment on the head and should get an A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/oldfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/oldfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pictures shows my Mom, Aunt, Grandma, and that man that my Grandma married first.  No that is not my Fuzzy!! Not even close.  While he is my "bio" grandpa, I never met him and therefore he doesn't exist.  My mom is that cute little thing sitting next to my Grandma. I know this had to be late 50's early 60's cause my grandma got smart and left that man when my mother was 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/sheligas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/sheligas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have my dad and his family.  My father is the one over with my Grandma Millie.  Look how adorable he looks in that little sailor hat!!  This picture also has to be from the 50's cause my dad is so little.  Look at their Captain! HA!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/fuzzy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course I have to pimp out my Grandpa Fuzzy!!  Here he is sometime in the 50's.  (That's all the picture said) How adorable is he?  He gave me this photo and another that is similar for Valentine's day one year.    Aww..he's so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it!  Let me know if you played and I'll come check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114546297444838779?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114546297444838779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114546297444838779' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114546297444838779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114546297444838779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-any-cheese.html' title='Got any Cheese??'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114540958634486776</id><published>2006-04-18T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:18:31.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol and House, M.D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/images.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts on the performances tonight.  Where do I begin?  How about with my mother almost humping the television because it's "Rod Stewart Week".  You see, my mother has made it very clear for many years that she would leave my father for Mr. Stewart.  And seriously, how cute is his little bundle of joy?  It's amazing that a 61 year old is the father of something under 1.  I give some major props to him though, so far he's been the best "helper" of all.  You can tell that he was really into helping and giving advice.  &lt;br /&gt;1.)Chris Daughtry- What a Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;     Excuse me while I go take a cold shower......   You, my lover, are simply amazing.  You even got Simon to admit that you can sing/perform.  I have to admit, I was really scared for you this week...I have have known better! The vocals were completely on tonight.  You seemed almost vulnerable.  The eye makeup was gone this week, and I must say, I think you look much better!  I 100% LOVED the whole suit thing without the jacket!  It was very "Chris" while still being perfect for the show.  Now...I'll leave my window open tonight with a ladder...USE IT!! I'll be your play thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)Paris- These Foolish Things&lt;br /&gt;    Are you 50?  Cause that suit makes me think that perhaps you are.  You sounded good.  But you looked bored.  I was a little bored, but it was the song...I think.  I still love the fact that your hair is different every single week.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Taylor Hicks- You Send Me&lt;br /&gt;      I was lucky to catch the SNL skit on you this week and I laughed my ass off.  I thought it was funny that Rod commented on your dancing.  I've seen Mr. Stewart in concert a few times and I liken him to someone having a seizure.  But hell, for a 61 year old, he's doing good.  Anyway...Your performance was bitchin...(did I just say bitchin?)  You got into it, especially at the end.  Simon was correct tonight, pure magic!  I wish ya'll could have sang Rod's songs-I could totally see you dancing around the stage singing "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy".  It had your name ALL OVER IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Elliott Yamin- It Had To Be You&lt;br /&gt;     Babydoll, that jacket is PIMP!  I love the little flirty looks you kept giving me through the camera. It was appreciated.  That performance was fantastic!!  My musically trained ears are happy.  You are absolutely adorable!  You are so full of personality and talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Kellie Pickler Bewitched, Bothers, and Bewildered&lt;br /&gt;     Pickler- It didn't take me long to locate the mute button on the remote.  You hit notes, but they weren't the correct notes.   If America knows what they are doing guess which idiot is going to be sent packing??  That's right hunny, YOU.  Good Lord...I thought it was pretty impossible for anyone to screw up that song, but you proved me wrong in a big way!  Hell, you even admitted it on stage.  How does one go from looking like a corpse in Queen week to looking like a whore for Rod Stewart? Lyrics/Words...same thing?  Are you sure?  Way to look like a complete idiot in front of Rod.  My musically trained ears are seriously bleeding.  Rod did this song with Cher, you should have left it to them.  My Lord girl.... Nice shoes though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Ace- That's All&lt;br /&gt;     A suit???  Are you trying to give me a heart attack?  I wasn't wild about the bun thing, but I overlooked it because you looked HOT!  Question for ya...where did you hide the little beanie hat thingy?  You totally pulled this week off in my opinion.  You sang a little falsetto which is off the hook for you!  I haven't liked you much the past few weeks...but DAMN!!  Good job lovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Kat McPhee- Someone To Watch Over Me&lt;br /&gt;     Apparently, according to ET, she's Rod's favorite for the night.  Who has the McPhee-ver??  This girl, and Rod.  That was fucking fantastic.  Hell, I need a cold shower after that.  This was your moment.  You were in a class all your own tonight.  While it was a good week for most everyone, you blew everyone away!  Why don't you come with Chris and use that ladder.  Did I just say that?  Oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...It's really hard to pick a bottom three.  Cause really, Kellie and only Kellie should be leaving.   But I predict that it will be Kellie, Paris, and Ace.  We need a big "thrill" tonight so Kellie will go home.  &lt;br /&gt;************************************** &lt;br /&gt;I need you to relax your anus. HAHAHA!!! How can you not love House? Any television show that says that is fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114540958634486776?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114540958634486776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114540958634486776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114540958634486776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114540958634486776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/american-idol-and-house-md.html' title='American Idol and House, M.D.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114538699071631054</id><published>2006-04-18T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:02:44.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the answers to questions I've been asked for my contest!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TKW here are your answers:&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that no one in my family reads this.  Only a few friends and the Sexy Marine.&lt;br /&gt;If this makes sense, you smarter than I...I'm a girly tomboy.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite colors...I like, in no special order, light pinks, lavendar, yellow, orange, any blues...&lt;br /&gt;Something I'm mad about....football (Browns and Buckeyes specifically) turtles, dragonflies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other answers from questions I got:&lt;br /&gt;My favorite flowers are: Daisies, Tulips, and Lily's (In that order)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite animals: Again, Turtles,dragonflies, monkeys, frogs&lt;br /&gt;I play the drums, like beer and/or martinis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT******&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE and I mean absolutely LOVE TinkerBell.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that about answers everything.  I'm so excited that I actually got a few responses for this.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114538699071631054?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114538699071631054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114538699071631054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114538699071631054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114538699071631054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114523077617187704</id><published>2006-04-16T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:39:36.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Contest For All Of You</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I posted about my idea for a little contest.  Well, either no one read it or saw it.  So here I am pimping the idea again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new blog.  I hate this one, I want something more personal.   I love the way all the blogs I read look, for example, Kami's, TKW, Tammy...Those are just a few.  With that said, I'm asking you my loyal readers to help a girl out.  I suck when it comes to computers.  Unless it's spelled out for me or someone else does it for me, I can't do much of anything.  I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that a lot of you don't have much "down" time as you have children, jobs, a life...but hopefully I can find one or more people to help.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can ask me questions to get more of a feel of who I am.  This will help you in designing the blog template.  I'll give you all the information you need to add my daily reads onto my links area.  &lt;br /&gt;I will eventually use all blog templates that I might receive.  The first one I use will be the winner and get the prize sent to them.  &lt;br /&gt;The next question might be, What's the prize?  Well I'm glad you asked.  The prize will be whatever the reader/winner requests within reason.  For example, if Kami should win, I'd go with something off her wishlist, or something that deals with scrapbooking.  If TKW were to win, I'd find a nice semi-designer purse.  And it goes on from there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone wants to help a sister out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114523077617187704?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114523077617187704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114523077617187704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114523077617187704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114523077617187704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-contest-for-all-of-you.html' title='My Contest For All Of You'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114514143063825574</id><published>2006-04-15T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:50:30.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be returning on Monday.  I have been feeling more "into" my journal than writing on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114514143063825574?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114514143063825574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114514143063825574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114514143063825574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114514143063825574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-be-returning-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114421113211177941</id><published>2006-04-04T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:25:32.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have too much time on my hands tonight....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/images.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country boys and girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks theme was totally in my comfort zone!  I do love me some country music.  I think that this week was so much better than the past few weeks but I had high expectations of song choice and all in all, was quite unhappy.  If I thought of a different song for the person to sing, I will put it at the end of this entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy, Randy, Randy...I understand the red vest.  Really I do.  The "meaning" behind it and whatnot.  It was basically a tribute to Mr. Kenny Rogers.  Who, in all honesty, looks like he went through several rounds of botox or taxidermy.  Yes, I said taxidermy.  Think about it...he really has that look.  Anyway...back to Randy and the Fug at hand.  You had a white shirt with pink stripes....and that vest was RED.  What have we learned recently?  Red and pink just don't go well with each other.  Dawg, it's so not you.  Try again next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh...RyRy-looking good with the stubble.  You look more like...what's that word....oh yes, a man.  You look more like a man!  Is Terri helping you find this inner man?  Maybe, just maybe you could help her with the whole eating thing.. I mean, she's about as thick as the mic stand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Taylor-Country Road, John Denver&lt;br /&gt;       I seriously was kept up one night trying to figure out WTF you were going to sing for country night.  I was going through all the country songs I could think of that you could sing.  I had you singing something by Collin Raye.  While I could tell that this song had some sort of meaning to you, I feel that you may have been a little uncomfortable.  Sweetheart, I really liked the song choice, but some of the notes seemed off to my musically trained ear.  I hope the next few weeks are easier on ya...although if the "spoilers" are correct, this might prove difficult.  Honestly, I can't decide if you're safe this week or not.  And that's not making me happy...because I really do like you and have always been a fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Mandisa-Any Man of Mine, Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;      One of my all time favorite songs!  Nice work.  The vocals were on, except for like a second.  Love the hair.  We need to have a talk about that shirt.  I love the concept.  It's something that I'd probably wear. But that pattern/color on you was just horrible.  Go for solids...it's your best bet.  Oh, I think you should have worn strappy shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******Love the Desperate Housewives cut on little RyRy...since he's dating the beanpole and all*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Elliott-If Tomorrow Never Comes, Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;      You, my darling goat boy, made me swoon.  I love this song and your version was great.  My goodness, you keep getting cuter as the weeks go by.  I really do appreciate and like that you keep it real week after week.  I can tell that you were singing right to me.  (Or....your girlfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Paris-How Do I Live, Tricia Yearwood&lt;br /&gt;          Cute outfit! I seriously want that shirt.  And the hair is perfect...possibly my favorite 'do yet!  I've never been a big fan of this song...because well, it really annoys me.  However, I think you sang the shit out of this song and I actually liked your version.  Oooh...look at your boots!!!  I want them.  Can I have them? Puh-lease....I promise to take really good care of them.  And they would look really really cute on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)  Ace- I Wanna Cry, Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;     Can you just do me now?  Baby...you're back.  Mr. Urban was an excellent choice.  I like the stubble. No, I LOVE the stubble.  Hot outfit and smile. Nice falsetto.  And can we talk about the do me eyes...YUMMY!!!  You are so not in the bottom three this week lover...and if you are, you come to me...I'll comfort you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Pick Pickler Ya'll- Fancy, Reba&lt;br /&gt;     Guess what....I don't hate you this week!  I know right, crazy! You looked comfy tonight...I think that song was perfect for you and I really did have this song in mind for you.  I love the shirt and shoes.  I think I need a pair of red shoes.  In fact, I know I do.  Anyway...this was a good week for you.  And you went over the cal-a-mari and whatnot again...which probably won you votes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Chris-Making Memories of Us, Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;      Marry me.  Now.  Let's totally forget about your wife and my Marine and get hitched.  I want you.  I so totally know that you sang that song directly to me.  I love the stubble, the outfit...EVERYTHING!!  Wow.  You're yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************I'm still stuck on this pink stripe shirt and red vest.  I just can't. stop. obsessing. ******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) McPheeVer-  Bringing out the Elvis, Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;     If I were truly a lesbian...I mean truly, you and I would be talking.  I love this song because it's fun.  You had fun tonight.  My dad loved you.  You got him up out of his chair dancing.  True story.  Your seductive hip shaking has left me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Bucky-Best I ever Had, Gary Allen&lt;br /&gt;    You're wearing a cowboy hat.  A COWBOY HAT!!  That's like a weakness for me.  I liked you a lot tonight..even threw a few votes your way.  You put emotion into that song and it showed.  However, I had about a gazillion other songs picked out for you.  Fantastic job lovey...I'm pretty sure you're safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do I think is leaving??  Hmm..I honestly don't know.  I like these 9.  A lot.  There's "controversy" dealing with Mandisa and her song choice of last week...she might be in the bottom.  Although I highly doubt it.  Her vocals were on.  Taylor was out of his element and it showed...but he has the soul patrol.  Paris is pretty young...  I don't know.  I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;So, what did I think everyone should sing...&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mandisa I thought should have gone with something from Martina McBride.  Martina has amazing vocals.....and Mandisa could have really shown off tonight!  &lt;br /&gt;Elliott had a great song..but I would have loved to see/hear him sing my song.  My Rascal Flatts song.  Bless the Broken Road.  It could have been amazing.  He could have gone Tim McGraw too...&lt;br /&gt;Ace...hmm...Before I knew what he had picked, I wanted him to sing something upbeat...something Tim McGraw/Kenny Chesney.  But I think what he did was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Pickler...I had this song in mind for her.  But I also thought Strawberry Wine would have been good...or Dixie Chicks.&lt;br /&gt;Chris....I'm glad he changed it up.  I'm glad he went more "mellow".  I totally saw him doing something like Devil Went Down to Georgia or Sweet Home Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;Bucky....Umm...Indian Outlaw.  I had a dream where he sang that.  And it was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114421113211177941?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114421113211177941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114421113211177941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114421113211177941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114421113211177941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-too-much-time-on-my-hands.html' title='I have too much time on my hands tonight....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114409151311811313</id><published>2006-04-03T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:40:34.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...yea.</title><content type='html'>I had a job interview this morning.  Well, afternoon really.  I'm like 99% sure that I got the job.  It's at a very large and well known hospital and I will be working in the epilepsy monitoring unit.  If I get this job, I guess I'm gonna have to start reading up on the brain and nervous systems again.  I would so love to land this job!  It will definitely be a step in the right direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of town again this Thursday!  Back to Jersey for a 21st birthday party...I'm not sure my old body can handle that but we'll see. I'm extremely excited!   This might be the last big trip for awhile if I land this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was quiet.  I basically stayed home which was really nice.  I've been gone so much over the past month that being home and being quiet was so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not very exciting.  And since I didn't get any responses to my "contest" of sorts...I guess I'll just stick with this blog template thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114409151311811313?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114409151311811313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114409151311811313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114409151311811313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114409151311811313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/04/ummmyea.html' title='Ummm...yea.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114377925963701427</id><published>2006-03-30T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:27:39.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still trying to figure this week out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/spfbig2.2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/spfbig2.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's assignment from Kristine over at www.randomandodd.com is well, I'm not quite sure.  It's definitely quite Random and Odd.  But I did it!!  Who's proud??  &lt;br /&gt;1. Your Washer and Dryer.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your Robe (if you don’t have one of these…wait, how can you live without a robe? NO ONE should ever have to live life without a robe! GO BUY ONE!)&lt;br /&gt;3. A flower (it’s sposta be spring remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is our washer and dryer.  I say "our" because I do still love with my parents.  Of course, it's mostly mine because I'm the only one in the house that likes to do laundry.  And yes, that would be a stuffed tigger sitting there.  He's mine, but I bring him down when little kids come over.  He just hasn't made the journey back up to my bedroom yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my robe. He just came out of the suitcase so he's kind of wrinkly. He's warm and soft and I love him.  I think it's from Victoria's Secret.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0753.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a flower that is one of many in a basket that came for me today in the mail from the Sexy Marine.  He likes to surprise me like that every once in awhile.  Such a good boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play?  Let me know so I can go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114377925963701427?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114377925963701427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114377925963701427' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114377925963701427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114377925963701427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-still-trying-to-figure-this-week.html' title='I&apos;m still trying to figure this week out...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114369455298793148</id><published>2006-03-29T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:55:53.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting...</title><content type='html'>America....America....America....&lt;br /&gt;   What the hell were you thinking putting my McPhee-ver in the bottom 3?  And how did she get less votes than Ace?  Don't get me wrong, one more week of Ace is a good thing...but really??  &lt;br /&gt;   Notice I'm getting pretty good at guessing who will be "asked" to leave!!  I might not be getting the bottom 3 completely correct, but I get the person leaving correct! Oh yea!  &lt;br /&gt;   According to that hot little man we call "seacrest" next week we are taking it to our country roots.  Nice!!  That means that Pickler and Bucky will definitely be safe for another week.  I'd like to see Chris do some Garth or Tim...maybe Toby.  And someone (One of the guys) needs to sing Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts.  And although I'd like oh, say, Ace sing that to me...I'm kind of hoping Elliott sings it for me.  &lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;What girl got a call from her mother at 6:30pm to bring her a change of clothes because she threw up all over the ones she was wearing??  This girl!  Yup, my parents went to the dentist this morning and to lunch.  They got so wasted at lunch that they checked into a hotel.  My Dad fell into bed and passed right the shit out.  My mom went down to the bar and had a few hundred more drinks, got a massage, and proceeded to puke everywhere!  So, I had to drive 40 minutes there and 40 minutes back so take my parents clothes.  Holy Hell I better get major props for this.  &lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma came over earlier in the afternoon to show me her new car.  She was having problems making the cd player work.  She asked me to show her how to work it...After I figured out what was wrong, I ever so politely told her that it helps to turn the radio ON in order to work the cd player.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114369455298793148?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114369455298793148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114369455298793148' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114369455298793148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114369455298793148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/ranting.html' title='Ranting...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114367470579241231</id><published>2006-03-29T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:25:05.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of the 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;WBW-Bringin back the 80's!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to WBW, brought to us by that hottie, The Kept Woman. This week: "She's still preoccupied with 19-19-1985...in continuing with the fashion through the ages theme TX Mom also came up with this theme...pull out the parachute pants, whip our the White Rain and show us how unkind the 80s were to you." (Yes, once again this week I stole this right from Kami's blog)&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1980...So most of my pictures I can definitely blame on my family. They dressed me. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/80"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/80%27s-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This first masterpiece is ironic because my mother HATES pink. So for her child to be in all pink is crazy. But let's talk about how the pink is outlined in red. No matchy! And the saddle shoes...CLASSIC!! If you look closely though, you'll see the carpet. WTF?? It looks like someone decided hay was the shag of the 80's or something. And the visor...I wish I still had that. I'd rock out in that! I believe that this picture is from 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/80"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/80%27s-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, on the back of this picture, it says May 1983. This means that in this picture I am 2 years old. I don't get it. I look much older. This outfit speaks for itself. And yes, my legs were awesome! I had more rolls than a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/80"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/80%27s-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is just embarassing. Let's first look at the glasses. What the hell was I thinking? Now on to the shirt...who the shit let me out of the house with that on? Better yet, who bought it for me? This is one of my school portraits from 1987ish...I'm guessing. I know it was 80's.&lt;br /&gt;I was a  youngin in the 80's.   I wish I could find more pictures of myself...because I was "special".  I admit that freely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114367470579241231?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114367470579241231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114367470579241231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114367470579241231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114367470579241231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/child-of-80s.html' title='Child of the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114360338221449938</id><published>2006-03-28T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:36:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol...American Idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/images.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought or two to start this off...I don't think Randy is getting laid.  He's been mean.  Like really mean.  I don't understand.  Everything he said tonight was just hurtful.  Paula is still on the happy drugs and I'd really like to know what they are so that I might take the same thing.  If they make you that "happy" then I definitely need to get me some of that!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Lisa Tucker- Because of You.  (Kelly Clarkson).  Someone got extensions.  Someone got extensions.  And what size paintbrush did you use to paint on that eyeshadow?  How did you keep your eyes open? So, let's talk,  Who sings that song? I believe it's Kelly Clarkson of AI1 fame.  Why don't we just leave it to her.  Cause that was horrible.  My musically trained self picked up quite a few bad notes.  And you know you're bad when even Paula can't find anything good about the performance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Kellie Pickler- Suds in a Bucket (Sara Evans) I have to admit Pickle, I'm in love with your look this week.  The hair, the shirt, the shoes!  It was all good!  But let's talk about that "tan".  Orange isn't natural.  I'm sure out there in LA they have the Mystic Tan.  Try that.  Cause self-tanners in a bottle just don't work.  I know this from experience.  You hit some questionable notes but at least you stuck with country.  I think you are definitely safe though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ace Young- Drops of Jupiter (Train) Lover, your shirt left a little to be desired. Sexy scar though...what can I say...I have a thing for well placed scars.  I think it's the nurse in me.  Singing a "rock" song while dressed all country boy..me likey!!  Although, your vocals weren't very good.  I do love the "come fuck me" look you had during the entire performance and if you tell me where you are staying.....Nevermind.  I didn't like that song for you.  There are so many other songs you could have gone with.  You might be in trouble tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Taylor Hicks- Trouble (I can't remember who sang it) The only thing I would change about you is your eyebrows.  I'd introduce you to my little wax lady and go from there. You're truly amazing...I can't pick on you about anything.  I do agree with Randy on one thing...I miss your crazy dancing. Bring it back!!  You're totally safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)Mandisa- Wanna Praise You (Mary Mary???) Now that is how to rock a stage! You're absolutely gorgeous.  I didn't like the song choice, but I understand that it was a personal choice/song for you.  And although I didn't like the song, you made me dance.  And...Church of Mandisa?? Where the hell does Paula come up with this shit?  I need those drugs!.  You're safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Chris Daughtry- What If (Creed) I knew you were going to be singing this song before the show even started and I have to say, I was worried.  I'm not the biggest fan of Creed.  Scott Stapp freaked me out, a lot.  Anyway...back to the subject at hand.  Can I tell you a secret? You are hotter than Ace.  Because of you, I might like Creed a little bit.  But they are no longer a band so I don't have to worry about it.  You're safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) McPhee-ver- Voice Within (Christina) Who has the McPheever?  This girl!  Normally, I wouldn't think that anyone could do a Christina song because her voice truly is amazing.  But you did it. You looked gorgeous tonight girl, only reaffirming my girl crush on you.  Simon knows what he's talking about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Bucky Covington-Real Good Man (Tim McGraw) BEST WEEK EVER!!!!  When they said you were doing a Tim song, I was definitely worried.  Tim is like, a legend or something.  You did it though!  I can honestly say that with the cowboy hat on you're damn sexy!!  I do like me some country boy.  I'm voting for you tonight.  Yea, you heard me.  Oh, and I'd do you tonight.  Just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Paris- Work It Out (Beyonce) Gotta love the extensions. What is it with the extensions? I've heard nothing but bad things about them.  I hear they itch like crazy.  Who wants to put up with that??  So, your Beyonce Bounce left a lot to be desired. (Mine is much better!) Even my dad has perfected the Bounce.  No one can do Beyonce (except Jay-Z).  I totally didn't like this. Simon is correct, A little girl pretending to be Beyonce.  I've always been somewhat of a fan of yours...but not tonight.  I think you might be in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Elliott Yamin-I Don't Wanna Be (Gavin DeGraw) You made that song yours hunny! It didn't sound like Bo Bice's version from last season and it didn't sound like Gavin's. You've definitely got a voice. You prove this week after week.  Paula said, "You are one funky whiteboy" Seriously, who writes this shit??  You are definitely safe sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving: Lisa, Paris, or Ace.  (I hope it's not Ace though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is all excited because rumor has it, Rod Stewart is going to be a guest judge thingy.  Which is actually pretty cool.  (Did I just admit that? Shit....)&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any House, M.D. fans?  Greatest line ever: "Most patients can't tell their ulnars from their anus..."  Classic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114360338221449938?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114360338221449938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114360338221449938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114360338221449938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114360338221449938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/american-idolamerican-idol.html' title='American Idol...American Idol.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114342662843057901</id><published>2006-03-26T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:30:28.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This will be a long one...</title><content type='html'>If you'd like to go grab some water and something to snack on while you read this, I'll wait.......This might get long because I've been away for so long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break-New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;I went back to stay with the puppy, Guiness.  Granted, I went to hang out with my friends too, but Guiness is too cute!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0495.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The poor baby some how got pinkeye and we had to give him drops.  Every time he was a good boy while getting his drops, I gave him a treat.. Ok, even if he sucked at getting the drops, I gave him a treat!  He's just that cute.  He and I would sleep together everynight.  We love to cuddle!  He's just the cutest dog ever.  We shared many french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Dan.  He's seriously so much fun.  We hung out the entire time.  He's going to go with me when I get my first tattoo.  Because someone needs to take pictures of me screaming and crying in public.  &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love these guys.  They are so much fun!!  I laughed for the entire time that I was there.  I was having so much fun that I extended my stay by 3 days.  (2?) I'm not sure.  And I'm going back in two weeks for a 21st birthday.  Oh yea, it's gonna get ca-razy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0638.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how beautiful is this?  People who live around the mountains take them for granted!  I was awe-struck.  And we didn't even really get into the mountains because we were there for a wedding, not to please me.  This was taken at 9000ft in Pikes Peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0714.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This road scared the crap out of myself and my mother.  It seemed like one good breeze and you'd be pushed over the mountain.  I liked the way the road looked too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was better than sex.**  Truly.  It's a 6 layer chocolate cake and it took me 3 days to eat.  Oh my goodness!!!  It was so good.  The only thing I'd change was that it had nuts on the outer part with the frosting...but that was easily overlooked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0592.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was at a restaurant called Trail Dust that Fuzzy had heard about.  If you, for some reason, are wearing a tie, they actually cut it off of you.  It's pretty funny actually.  &lt;br /&gt;The wedding was really nice.  It's crazy that that cousin of mine is actually married.  Oh, and the baby is due in September. Haha!!  It was fun to travel with my mom and Fuzzy.  However, I wish I could have done more than I had.  I really wanted to go to Red Rocks, Rocky Mountain National Park, and the Stanley Hotel.  Next time.  &lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;There's no hot guy of the week today.  I have many that I could pick from, but I'm not feeling like looking for pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;Now, for the contest that I've been thinking about.  I really want a new blog template, but I'm really kind of stupid when it comes to the computer.  I know the basics and that's about it.  So....if a few people wanted to make one for me and give me "installing for dummies" directions, I'd be more than happy to use each and every one.  I'll pick the one I like the most and that person will win a prize.  The prize will be something I think up for that specific person.  I think that by reading your blogs, I can get an idea of who you are and what you like (some people even have wish lists!!) and be able to come up with something that you would like.  Call it a custom prize if you like!  If you want to know stuff about me to "customize" the template, feel free to ask.  I hope that someone or multiple people will do this for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114342662843057901?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114342662843057901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114342662843057901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114342662843057901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114342662843057901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-will-be-long-one.html' title='This will be a long one...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114317567728374766</id><published>2006-03-23T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:47:57.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I be able to just stay?</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing time on my spring break...even extending my stay about 3 days!  I unpacked today, did some laundry and repacked.  I leave for Denver tomorrow morning.  Really, I want to stay curled up in my bed.  Asleep.  With my memories of Spring Break. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to update right now.  I have to be up at 5:45am to get to the airport.  I'll be home on Sunday though.  And I promise to update and shit like that.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Chicken Little is off of American Idol. I don't think I could take another week of him.  Now to get rid of Little Lisa Tucker.  She's has officially bored me.  &lt;br /&gt;Back on Sunday...I hope I didn't lose my 4 readers!  However, I got 19 comments on my last post. 19!  That's like a record or something.  I had to double check that I was looking at my blog.&lt;br /&gt;And the contest....yea, I'll post that Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114317567728374766?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114317567728374766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114317567728374766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114317567728374766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114317567728374766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-will-i-be-able-to-just-stay.html' title='When will I be able to just stay?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114196999136848462</id><published>2006-03-10T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:56:31.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bunch of stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/spfbig2.2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/spfbig2.2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to SPF, brought to us by that girl who needs to have her roots done, Kristine. This week's assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ your trashcan&lt;br /&gt;~ your junk drawer (not cleaned out)&lt;br /&gt;~ your trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0475.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our trashcan.  It's pretty old.  I like it though cause there aren't many like it.  And somehow, we have to empty that thing like twice a day.  There are only 3 people in this house.  Granted, my friends are here a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my junk drawer that's next to my bed.  It holds everything I need.  I only took one thing out for the picture.  I'm sorry, I had to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0478.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my trunk.  There are some games in there, as well as some coats/sweatshirts.  Maybe a snow/ice scraper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it...all my crap.  Did you play?  Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of town until the 20th.  There will be no updates during this time.  I'm going to miss writing in here and my readers...all 4 of you.  Leave me some love while I'm gone!  Also, when I get back.  I'm going to be holding a huge contest for my readers and there will be a prize. I'm not sure what the prize will be yet, but there will be one!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to be going out of town again!  After like an hour, I'm finally packed.  Of course I'm sure I've fogotten something important. I can't forget to pack my phone charger or my camera battery charger thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Who watched American Idol tonight?  Did we notice that I went 3 out of 4 on who is going home.  I'd like to personally thank America for getting rid of Ayla, Kinnik, and Gedeon.  I think Kevin should have gone instead of Will...but oh well.  And did you see Bo Bice?  Wow, was he lookin hot!  Those pants, although they were ugly, made his ass look fine!  Mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to introduce you to my friends pug.  Her name is Molly.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0444.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0444.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She's such an adorable puppy!  Very playful!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Denver later this month!  I'm so very excited!  My camera is going to get a huge workout that weekend!  My second time to see mountains EVER!!  Yay!!  &lt;br /&gt;I will miss ya'll.  Don't forget about me...I'll be back and hopefully I will have a lot of stories to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114196999136848462?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114196999136848462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114196999136848462' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114196999136848462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114196999136848462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/bunch-of-stuff.html' title='A bunch of stuff...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114187431670069349</id><published>2006-03-08T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:18:36.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't know how to make that bigger.  I wish I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are just so much better than the girls.  It's not even funny.  There are 5 guys that I absolutely love.  There are 4 (maybe 5) girls that I like.  Notice the difference there.  Love vs. Like.  That's a whole different argument for a different day though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula dear...THANK YOU for the extremely strategic placement of that hideous white flower across the girls..  If it weren't for that I'd be seeing way more of you than I care to.  Of course, we could see just how opposites attract.  You know, opposite boobages.  Yea, I'll just shut up on this subject now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RyRy love- do you realize that you grabbed your man berries on national television? You did know?  Ok, just checking.  It was blatantly obvious.  I'm just sort of surprised that you didn't...well, nevermind.  I'll save that comment for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the main event..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gedeon-First of all, who do you think is better looking...Ace or that Pickle chick?  A lot of questions will be answered when I know who you pick.  The dirt on your upper lip NEEDS to go.  It's so not a good look.  For anyone.  Ok, so you just mentioned the "women" in your life...but then you ruined it by talking about Mom and Grandma.  Mystery STILL not flipping solved.  I am so not a fan of yours...but tonight was ok.  Although, I'd leave that song to Percy or Mr. Bolton.  The Bolton could just croon it to Nicolette and all would be well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris- You had hair.  Like Little Seacrest.  How damn adorable.  Baby, the bald thing totally works on you.  As in Totally Fucking Sexy.   I'm excited that you sang Broken by Seether tonight.  It was seriously on my "I hope Chris sings this" song list.  If you'd like me to post what I'd like you to sing from now until the final, let me know.  Cause I know your only thing in life is to please me.  You're hot.  If you leave your wife, I'll leave the Sexy Marine. Seriously.  (I totally threw some votes your way tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will- Jazzy little rendition tonight Peter Brady.  I have some good news and some bad news.  I think you might be in trouble tomorrow, but you have won me over.  I'm a sucker for the Peter Brady look and for a man with a tshirt and blazer.  I actually liked your version more than I like James Taylor's version.  Not that my opinion counts for anything.  I really do hope you are around next week.  Paula seems to like you, just promise you won't go Corey Clark on us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucky- I must say, I'm quite the fan of yours.  I would probably buy your cd.  Or at least illegally download your tunes. (For any feds reading this, I'm a good girl.  I don't illegally download anything.  I'm an Itunes girl. Promise) Anyways...Keep your hair pulled back because it's a good look for you.  I'd also like to see you clean shaven.  That outfit of yours is pretty hot. They showed your twin brother, Rocky, ya'll might be twins but somehow you are the better looking.  You stuck with the country rock...or maybe that's Rockin Hee-Haw?  I dont know, but good for you!  You know what you have to do!  See you next week sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin- I wanted you to shut the fuck up before you even started singing.  Please tell me that this is the same song that almost put Clay in the shitter? Paula has got to be back on the happy juice...that's all I can come up with when she says you're good.  So, why did the chicken cross the road? (Get it, chicken little? haha...) So he didn't have to listen to you sing or look at you.  Simon said something about the Granny vote.  My Granny won't vote for you.  She likes Chris and Ace.  She thinks they are hot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor- You dressed up as the Easter Bunny for work?  I must admit, I have some issues with that.  I'll address that another day.  I'm so in love with your excited little boy dance.  It reminds me of Forrest Gump.  You know the scene...where he's "teaching" Elvis how to do the hip shake thing.  Great song sweetheart.  My mom put some votes out there for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott- Seriously, one of my most favoritest songs in the world.  Did I ever tell you how when I was a little girl I thought I was going to marry Bryan Adams?  Well, we'll just forget I even mentioned that.  You sang that beautiful...Do you think maybe you could record that for little old me so that I might listen to it at night before I go to bed?  Thanks!  I'll send you my address to rush things along.  I'll be seeing you next week darlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace- You're hot.  The bad news is the only thing I could think of while you were singing that was Mr. Jackson himself singing that to one of his extremely underage boy toys.  However, you'll pulled this off.  I LOVE your falsetto.  &lt;br /&gt;When I see you....things go through my mind.  Bad/Good things.  Most of them involve hot wax, furry handcuffs, and a camera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got what I wanted...and the world should totally just humor me here.  We'll be saying goodbye to Kevin (oh please oh please oh please) and Gideon.  According to the spoilers (and I didn't get any names) one of the girls going home tomorrow is a big shock.  Oh, I hope it isn't McPhee-ver.  Who would I girl crush on then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114187431670069349?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114187431670069349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114187431670069349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114187431670069349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114187431670069349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-2.html' title='Night 2'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114184381462531467</id><published>2006-03-08T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:50:14.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of my American Idol obsession for the week</title><content type='html'>When the show first started and the little guy, Seacrest, introduced the "judges" I'm pretty sure he forgot Paula.  Which I found funny because really now, is she ever really there? Sure we see her sitting there but hell, you could put my best friends Great Dane in the chair and it would have the same effect.  &lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Ryan....buddy, do you remember when you "acted" (and I do use that word losely) on Beverly Hills 90210 as a game show host?  Yea, that was cute.  I bet you hoped people forgot about that, didn't you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go with my review.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris- A Gloria Estafan song huh?  Not a good week doll.  Please tell me you're sick because my musically trained ear picked up that you weren't really all that much in tune.  (I'm a drummer, how much more musically trained do I have to be?)  I'm still very much in love with your speaking voice.  I'm positive you've made it to the top 10...but be careful next week, ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa- First, the positives.  Your hair.  I freaking love it straight.  Did you buy a Chi? Cause I have one and I can't live without it.  And I can keep a secret, did you have extensions in or is your hair really that long when straight?  Now, the somewhat negatives.  You are becoming pretty boring.  You are what I like to call bathroom break number one last night.  Shake it up a little bit.  You might be in the bottom three tonight.  However, I think you're safe for one more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa- Sweetie, you had it going ON tonight!  I love me some Heart and you did them proud.  However, the way you were dressed says, I'm cheap.   And your hair....not a fan.  Wash it.  Boys like that.  I promise.  My friends and I have a bet going...we think you might be a little "slutty".  And we think that you've taken on at least 3 of the guys.  But I'm not one to gossip.  And like before, I can keep a secret-Is Ace any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinnik- I think you are a chitlin.  Pack your bags sweetie. That outfit was horrible on you.  You should totally be FUG'd on Thursday.  GO HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine- In my eyes, you can do no wrong doll.  I liked the song choice and I don't think you played safe.  As I read on another blog and agree, I have a girl crush on you.  I guess you can say, I have the McPhee-ver!  We got a hot one tonight! You're sailing through to the top 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayla- I think you are the only person I "know" that could pull off those pants/shorts.  You might want to consider getting back to the basketball court. Stick with what you're good at and it ain't singing.  However, between you and me...I LOVE how you dwarf Seacrest.  It's fabulous!  I do think you should have your bags packed.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandisa-Girlfriend has it going on! If there was one girl that I wouldn't mind winning this year, it's you.  (Unfortunately, it's a guys year.)  If it were up to me, you'd get a modeling contract with Lane Bryant or something.  You are simply beautiful.  See you in the top 12.  Hell, see you in the top 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickler- I have to call you that.  I can't call you anything else.  You got down on your knees and a million men had to "adjust".  Decent song.  You were called a naughty little minx.  Hey, when you leave AI why don't you give Hef a little call.  I'm sure he has a spot for you in the mansion.  You'll need to have a quick little surgery though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I haven't made it clear enough, Kinnik and Ayla are going home tonight.  Possibly Lisa.  &lt;br /&gt;Bring on the boys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114184381462531467?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114184381462531467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114184381462531467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114184381462531467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114184381462531467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-one-of-my-american-idol-obsession.html' title='Day one of my American Idol obsession for the week'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114176627744643937</id><published>2006-03-07T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:20:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just doing what I was trained to do.</title><content type='html'>I skipped aerobics today.  My back has been really hurting me lately and I just didn't think that step aerobics would be a good thing.  So, I went to the mall.  I needed to pick up some movies today at Best Buy and since the mall was right there, I went to grab lunch at Chick-fil-a.  (Seriously, that place is so good.)  I was sitting there eating my lunch and minding my own business.  Of course, I was people watching as that's just the greatest thing to do at a place like that.  (Another good place is amusement parks and fairs.) &lt;br /&gt;There were tons of mothers with their children in the food court today.  I always love seeing little children out with their mothers.  You can just see the love.  I can't wait to be a mother.  ANYWAY...This little girl, who couldn't have been more than four years old, with the most adorable curly blonde pigtails just went limp.  She didn't appear to be choking but I couldn't be sure.  Naturally, the mother started to panic.  Now, this isn't the best way to react to this situation but it's very understandable.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it happened but I just went into medical mode.  I literally threw my cell phone at the mother and told her to call 911.  I then did the whole ABC thing for CPR.  Checked to see if there was anything in the mouth/trach/esophagus.  And started doing what I was trained to do.  By the time the EMT/Paramedic squad got to the mall I did have the little girl breathing.  She had a very weak pulse but was a lot better than she was when I first came upon her.&lt;br /&gt;The mother thanked my repeatedly.  She kept calling me a hero which really isn't true.  I was just doing what I have been trained to do.  I'm definitely not a hero.  Especially since once everything calmed down, I promptly went into the bathroom and threw up!  &lt;br /&gt;I think I should have just gone to aerobics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114176627744643937?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114176627744643937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114176627744643937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114176627744643937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114176627744643937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-doing-what-i-was-trained-to-do.html' title='Just doing what I was trained to do.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114161457999361893</id><published>2006-03-05T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:09:40.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's my hottie tonight?</title><content type='html'>Because I don't get to see him tonight because of that awards show, tonights hottie is Mr. Patrick Dempsey.  Now, I think he's hot.  Especially as he gets older.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/sexy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This hot little picture....Something about it.  Makes me very happy!  Ladies, what could it be?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/pat192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/pat192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/22m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/22m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute in Grey's Anatomy.  He really is Doctor McDreamy!  I'm pretty slow when it comes to realizing who an actor is in a movie/tv show.  So while watching Sweet Home Alabama the other night, you can imagine my surprise to realize that that was my hot little Dr. McDreamy!&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.  I will be gone from March 10-20.  I'm going on spring break to the Jersey/Philly area.  So I will not be participating in any of the games.  I won't have access to a computer that entire time.  I might die.  I know for sure that I will start shaking.  I only wish I could be going somewhere warm.  Why can't Greg be at his house??  Speaking of the Sexy Marine...I hope he calls me tonight.  I miss him.  &lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of my spring break is that cute little Guinness!  I get to play with that puppy everyday!  i'm so excited!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0262.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0262.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114161457999361893?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114161457999361893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114161457999361893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114161457999361893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114161457999361893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/whos-my-hottie-tonight.html' title='Who&apos;s my hottie tonight?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114141547049289521</id><published>2006-03-03T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T14:51:10.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not going to get around to playing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/stuff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/stuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playing today only because I've gotten into baking mode.  Also, I've been working on my scrapbooks.  Anyone want cookies? I've seriously been baking all day.  I've made cookies, cupcakes, brownies, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114141547049289521?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114141547049289521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114141547049289521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114141547049289521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114141547049289521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-going-to-get-around-to-playing.html' title='Not going to get around to playing...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114133102051045597</id><published>2006-03-02T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:23:40.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no she didn't....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.10.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/fug_mini.10.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/get-attachment-4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/get-attachment-4.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating lunch with Grandpa Fuzzy again today I came across this gem.  First of all....it's a blue stripe shirt that has every other stripe sheer.  My thought, one would want to wear a tank top/cami under this.  But here we have it with just a white bra.  Not a good look sweetie.  Now I'm not knocking on any persons weight.  I have some issues myself.  But this is a larger lady.  So through the sheer stripes, you can see the rolls.  I don't know if I feel bad for her because if I thought is was FUG worthy, I can only imagine what, oh say, teenage boys that may have seen her said.  Out loud.  Of course, I might feel proud of her because she has the balls (?) to wear something like that.  Personally, I try to contain my squishiness.  But I had to FUG her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about lunch.  We always go to the same buffet.  I don't necessarily like buffets but for Fuzzy, I'll take one for the team.  Today proved to be entertaining.  This man, who had to have been about 6'3 and at least 300lbs was there.  He got his table and went off to find food.  His first trip he came back with a plate that had about 10 things of corn on the cob.  That was one plate.  His other hand held a plate full of pizza.  He set those down and WENT BACK FOR MORE!!!  His second trip produced a plate loaded with spaghetti, another full of sausage and saurkraut (I think I just murdered the spelling of that word).  He put these down at the table, and, yep you guessed it. WENT BACK FOR MORE!!!!  He came back with some rolls and butter.  Two of them being those cinnamon buns.  It was time for drinks.  He comes back with 4 diet cokes.  I only know it was diet coke because I went to refill mine.  Now, it's pretty comical that he had all that food and diet coke.  The only thing I could think of was that he's counting his calories???  &lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy and I left soon after he started eating and that leaves me curious as to if he went back for seconds?  Or would that have been more like tenths?  I don't know.  Oh, and let's not forget that he was wearing all black (very slimming) and his belly was hanging over his pants and out of his shirt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I'm going to go lace on some ice skates and take a few laps around my driveway.  It's one solid sheet of ice! Maybe I'll sit on the front steps and invite people over.  See how many of them fall on their ass.  But seriously, I'm gonna go scrapbook and wait for Ellen to come on because rumor has it, my boyfriend and future husband, Mr. Apolo Anton Ohno is on today.  (He's on Leno tonight!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114133102051045597?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114133102051045597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114133102051045597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114133102051045597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114133102051045597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='Oh no she didn&apos;t....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114126942585607230</id><published>2006-03-01T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:51:24.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where I Go All American Idol on Your Ass...Part II</title><content type='html'>Mmmm...the guys.  In my opinion, they are so much better than the girls.  So, here are my thoughts on all 10 men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Taylor Hicks-Easy by Lionel Richie.  Nice song choice!  I do suggest that you stop the dancing.  You looks like you have ants in your pants.  Or a really painful hemorrhoid. I can't decide.  I do love your voice.  The outfit was hot.  No matter what, don't dye your hair.  It really is part of your charm.  Oh, and you kept saying tobogan (yea, i can't spell that word) in regards to a hat.  I've never heard that.  Where I come from, a tobogan is a sled.  That you use in the winter.  With snow.  It's pretty safe to say that you'll be around for another week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Elliott Yamin- James Mood, Moody's Mood For Love.  Sweetie, there is something about your pointy ears that I love.  However a sweater vest...really?  Did those come back into style while I was sleeping last night?  (Kami, any thoughts?) You are really good, and I really wish that I wanted you to win.  I'm sure you'll be around a bit longer.  Randy stood and Paula was basically humping her chair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ace Young- Daniel Bedingfield, If I'm Not Made for Love.  HOT!  Fucking HOT!  Love the outfit.  And What conditioner do you use?  I want to run my hands through your hair all night.  You look seriously fucking hot in a beanie.  Your high notes make me want to forget the Sexy Marine and be with you.  Paula better back off of my man! I voted for you. Many times.  I'll be seeing you next week.  (But if for some reason you leave this competition early, you will get a contract.  And I'll give you my phone number!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Gedeon McKinney- Sam Cooke, Change is Gonna Come.  You have dirt on your upper lip. Do something about it.  And those eyebrows...do something about those.  Waxing doesn't hurt, I promise. And the faces you make when you sing...not attractive.  I don't like you.  Oh, and I think Simon has a man-crush on you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Kevin Covais-Marvin Gaye, I Heard It Through the Grapevine. You think of yourself as a sex symbol?  Not so much.  You're as much of a sex symbol as hmm...say William Hung or that Keith guy that did Madonna's Like A Virgin.  You can't dance...you have no rhythm.  I think you're on your way out.  Hold Brenna's hand tomorrow night when ya'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Sway-Stevie Wonder, Overjoyed. Dirt...upper lip.  Fix it. The bald head is sexy though.  Not sure about that song...you might be leaving tomorrow although I'd like to see you around for awhile.  You're fun.  After thinking about what you're missing...you totally need to get your eyebrow pierced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Will Makar- Kenny Rogers, Lady.  Reminds me of someone I dated back in high school for about 2 weeks.  And you kind of look like a Brady.  Have Ace teach you the "do-me" eyes...cause whatever you had going on made me laugh.  All in all...it was pretty good.  I'm on the fence about you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Bucky Covington- Garth Brooks, The Thunder Rolls.  Hell yea! I give you an A for that performance. I really like you this week.  I hope you are around for the top 12 cause I'd like to see what they do to you in the "Make Over".  Could you shave for me?  I'm all about stubble...but there is such thing as too much.  In the words of Randy, You did your thing dawg!  I actually threw a few votes your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) David Radford- Frank Sinatra, The Way You Look Tonight.  To complete that outfit of yours you needed the ratpack hat.  I like you.  I really do.  That's just not a good song for you.  You singing that on a cruise ship is what came to mind.  Cute dimples though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Chris Daughtry- Fuel, Hemorrage (In My Hands) The bald head is HOT! I might love you.  If we could get a little Mandy Sandwich with you and Ace, I'd be a very happy girl!  I'm not worried at all about you. Even if for some unexplained reason you leave the show instead of winning it, you're going to get a contract.  And my phone number.  You got some votes from me tonight also.  And my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few extra notes....&lt;br /&gt;    *Randy- hideous shirt.  It was wrong dawg. And that watch.  We talked about this yesterday.  It's bigger than my head.  How much did that set you back?&lt;br /&gt;    * Paula- Put yourself back in rehab.  Maybe Whitney Houstan can be your roomie.   They could put a blowup doll in your chair and it would be pretty much the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;    * Seacrest- Your outfit is hot.  I bet you totally wear those little man-pris like Kevin Federwhatever.  You really take this metrosexual (homosexual?) thing far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my mind, who is going home?  I'm guessing Gedeon, Kevin, or David.  Maybe Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114126942585607230?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114126942585607230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114126942585607230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114126942585607230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114126942585607230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-where-i-go-all-american-idol-on.html' title='The One Where I Go All American Idol on Your Ass...Part II'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114124109902619736</id><published>2006-03-01T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:58:43.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fought the law...and the law won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/wbw_pink.11.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/wbw_pink.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to WBW, brought to us by that hot mama who is so hot is should be illegal, The Kept Woman. This week: "Breakin' the law...Breakin' the law..." Car accident? Stupid prank? Let's see your wilder days...get creative if you were smart enough to not capture your illegal activity on film..." (yes, that paragraph was shamelessly stolen from Kami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've had my fair share of run-ins with the law.  I can't find the pictures of one of my car wrecks.  I really did a number to the car that time.  So I'm just gonna do this WBW in story form.  And one that I have to share with you, my just make you laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Back in my bad driving days when I hated the car I was driving so I didn't care what happened to it, I got into plenty of accidents.  I was a senior in high school coming home from some even in Cleveland (about a 30 minute drive from my house) and got hit by a drunk driver.  He managed to dent my drivers side door and make me sprain my ankle.  Luckily, I had two very wise boys in the car with me.  They got his license plate number.  Turns out, this man is in the top 12 IN THE COUNTRY of people with DUI's.  I caught him on a good week because he actually had a little insurance and my car got fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Driving to school when I lived in Columbus, I was getting into the fast lane because people in Cbus are stupid and put some exits on the left hand side of the highway.  Well, this guy comes zooming into my lane and crashes me against the median.  So my head hits the steering wheel and the window giving me a concussion.  My car was crushed.  This is the accident that I have pictures of SOMEWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I don't know what the laws are anywhere else, but in Ohio if you are under 18 and get a speeding ticket, your license gets taken away from you for a given amount of time depending on your speed.  Well, I had recently turned 18 and was driving to a high school basketball game.  Well, I was doing 60 in a 55.  The cop pulled me over.  I had 3 other people in the car with me.  He comes up to the window and looks all pleased with himself because he pulled over a "minor" and her license would be taken away.  Well, I started laughing. Yes, laughing...not crying.  Handed over my ID and said, "sorry, you don't get to take that away from me.  If only you had been a few weeks earlier."  Yea, I'm an ass.   Needless to say, he gave me a ticket.  For about $126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) And finally....one of my good friends is a police officer.  On one of his off duty days, he was out with a bunch of our friends getting a little mangled.  The friend that was driving had just gotten a new car that had the OnStar thingy.  Well, at about 1am my friend the COP pushed the emergency button and when the person came on the line and said "911 what's your emergency" the cop answered, "We're out of beer."  To which the 911 operator said "Sir, I don't think that's an emergency" And my friends response was "Obviously you don't know the severity of the situation.  I'm out of beer woman!  This is a true emergency".    &lt;br /&gt;     Maybe you have to know the guy, but this is fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;So, ya'll see on the side bar the guestmap thing?  You should all humor me and place your pin!   &lt;br /&gt;I'm incredibly excited for American Idol tonight.  Yes, I don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;****EDIT*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my latest ticket that I got going through PA. I wasn't going very fast and he said he wouldn't have ticketed me except I was wearing Cleveland Browns stuff going through Steelers country.  It's bullshit I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/ticket.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114124109902619736?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114124109902619736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114124109902619736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114124109902619736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114124109902619736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-fought-lawand-law-won.html' title='I fought the law...and the law won!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114118655426678898</id><published>2006-02-28T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:15:54.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One Where I Go All American Idol on Your Ass...Part I</title><content type='html'>American Idol recap…all of which is strictly my opinion! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Katharine McPhee- She sang Stevie Wonder’s All is Fair in Love.  I don’t know what it is about this girl but I like her.  I don’t know if the song was the best choice for her, but she made the best of it.  I loved her hair tonight!  And that shirt, yea, I’m all about that.  But where those pants or shorts?  If this is a new style, I want no part of it.  Of course, I’m so short that those would look HORRIBLE on me!&lt;br /&gt;2.) Kinnik Sky-Gretchen Wilson, Here’s For the Party.  I love this song…when Gretchen Wilson sings it.  Simon was correct when he said it was a theme park performance!  It’s a no for me…on everything about this performance.&lt;br /&gt;3.) List Tucker- It’s a Smokey Robinson/M. Jackson song.  It’s called Who’s loving you. For being 16, she did well but I think the song might have been a little too old for her.  Regardless, she sings very well.  Judges are saying that she’s going to sail through…I don’t see her winning, but I think she’ll be around for awhile longer.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Melissa McGhee- Reba McIntyre Why Haven’t I Heard From You.  Liked it.  Her eyebrows kind of scare me.  Randy thought it was “hot”.  &lt;br /&gt;5.) Heather Cox-Hero by Mariah Carey.  Now, I don’t happen to like Ms. Carey but that’s for an entire different post.  Heather definitely sang it better than Mariah but I don’t know that I like that song for her.  She’s a skinny girl…I think her earrings weighed more than she does.  And what’s up with the snakes? What was Simon going on about?  &lt;br /&gt;6.) Brenna Gethers- Donna Summers Last Dance.  What the fuck Ever! I have never seen someone be so in love with themselves. Hated the dress. Hated the earrings.  Hate her. She’s rude.  With her comments alone I bet she lost votes.  We’ll just call this “Murdering Donna Summers”.  And from my father, “ I didn’t know you had to audition to be a pole dancer.”  I think he has something there. She NEEDS to GO.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Paris Bennett- Wind Beneath My Wings, Bette Midler.  I just love her voice…singing or speaking.  She’s dead on with the outfit and all that bling!  Those red shoes rock and I want a pair!  &lt;br /&gt;8.) Ayla Brown- Celine Dion I want you to Need me.  I just can’t like her.  That doesn’t mean she doesn’t sound good, but I just don’t like her.  This is her second week wearing all black…I’d like to see some color! Simon said it best when he called her mechanical.  And it’s funny to see little Seacrest standing next to her.  She’s one TALL woman!&lt;br /&gt;9.) Kellie Pickler- Bonnie Raitt, Let’s Give them Something to Talk About.  She had me at Cal-a-mari. However, I don’t see her on this show.  Honestly, I think Maxim is her calling.  Liked her hair…and I thought it was a good song choice.  She did scream through a little bit of it though.  Her accent is cute.  &lt;br /&gt;10.) Mandisa- Faith Hill, Cry.  Not sure I liked the outfit but I’ll overlook it.  Anyone that can sound good and cover up those damn backup singers has my vote!  Faith Hill is very difficult to sing and she did well!  And she’s really quite beautiful!  That dog jaw thing was hilarious.  I will probably try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is up with Randy's watch? The face of it is bigger than my head.  And dude, the bling was blinding dawg!  What's with all the girls wearing big earrings that probably weigh more than them?  Is this in?  And, those backup singers gots to go! &lt;br /&gt;All in all, the girls were ok.  If I had to pick who is going home....Brenna!  As long as she goes home, I'll be happy.  Rumor has it, that Bucky guy will be singing a Garth Brooks song.  And Ace might be singing Daniel Bedingfields, If You're Not the One.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;What else...Oh!  So, I have the Razr as my phone.  It's the grey/silver one.  I've had my eye on the cute pink razr.  Well, going into Cingular today to purchase  Grandpa Fuzzy a cell phone I saw the coolest invention EVER!  They now have these "tattoos" for cell phones.  I know have a pink plaid cell phone!  And the best part is, I can take it off and put on others!  They are almost ready to put out one where you can put your own picture on your cell phone!  Umm..awesome!  &lt;br /&gt;I have recently developed an addiction to peanut M&amp;M's.  Normally, I like the peanut butter m&amp;m's.  I've probably had my weight in peanut M&amp;M's today.  &lt;br /&gt;Now I must go on a hunt for pictures of my car crash(es).  I've been in many.  Even had a concussion from one.  I'm a much better driver now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114118655426678898?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114118655426678898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114118655426678898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114118655426678898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114118655426678898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-where-i-go-all-american-idol-on.html' title='The One Where I Go All American Idol on Your Ass...Part I'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114100739121283573</id><published>2006-02-26T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:29:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Medal Hottie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5133877_320X240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5133877_320X240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5133926_228X300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5133926_228X300.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5133923_640X368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5133923_640X368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future husband, Apollo Anton Ohno won gold last night.  Which just gives him his second appearance on my Hottie List.  He deserves it.  I watched his race last night and he was so cute at the end.  When he came around the last corner you could see the look on his face.  It was ADORABLE!!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5134577_640X480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5134577_640X480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a dinner party tonight.  I made a Thanksgiving dinner.  The normal crew came over.  For once, I didn't take pictures.  Which is odd.  It was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;And the little boy in the picture in the last post is Grandpa Fuzzy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114100739121283573?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114100739121283573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114100739121283573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114100739121283573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114100739121283573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/gold-medal-hottie.html' title='Gold Medal Hottie...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114080045954293531</id><published>2006-02-24T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:00:59.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/BoyFuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/BoyFuzzy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the cutest little boy EVER! I bet you can't guess who it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114080045954293531?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114080045954293531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114080045954293531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114080045954293531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114080045954293531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/awww.html' title='Awww...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114075027402173737</id><published>2006-02-23T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:04:34.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All about the hot guys!</title><content type='html'>I do love my little Olympian!  The middle picture is so cute!  And the one with his smile.  Yum!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5109901_640X480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5109901_640X480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5109897_640X480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5109897_640X480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5055696_640X480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5055696_640X480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114075027402173737?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114075027402173737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114075027402173737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114075027402173737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114075027402173737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/all-about-hot-guys.html' title='All about the hot guys!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114072731765287214</id><published>2006-02-23T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T15:41:57.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the fug-able one today!</title><content type='html'>Today I bring you...actually, this is Kami's baby. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/fug_mini.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my aerobics class early this afternoon.  I put on my work out clothes and decided to throw on a sweatshirt cause although it's 55 today, it's still a bit chilly.  This is my oldest sweatshirt.  It's been with me through the good and bad times.  It's traveled all over this country with me.  And I thought  I was just going into the phys. ed. building and back to my car.  Little did I know I was going to be going to lunch with Grandpa Fuzzy and my mom.  Oh, and my aunt and grandmother.  Luckily, we didn't go anywhere "nice".  But as I sat there eating, I looked at me sleeves (we'll ignore the fact that I was still in my workout clothes) and knew that if Kami saw me out, Kami would FUG me.  So, I'm doing it for her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/get-attachment-4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/get-attachment-4.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114072731765287214?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114072731765287214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114072731765287214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114072731765287214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114072731765287214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-fug-able-one-today.html' title='I&apos;m the fug-able one today!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114066411310560387</id><published>2006-02-22T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:08:33.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/ace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/ace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...yes please.  My goodness Ace is hot!  He's totally got my vote! My mom and I even TiVo'd back to rewatch him.  Holy shit!  In my opinion, he could sit on the stage reading the phone book and I'd vote for him.  He has a smile to die for.  Adorable little rosey cheeks. Hair that I could run my hands through. His eyes...oh my GOD his eyes!  Yummy.  I might be putting him up on Sunday too.  If I can find more pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114066411310560387?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114066411310560387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114066411310560387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114066411310560387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114066411310560387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/american-idol.html' title='American Idol.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114062970911099178</id><published>2006-02-22T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:35:09.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was the day from HELL</title><content type='html'>I'd like to forget yesterday.  It was not a good day for me.  I had several panic attacks and couldn't stop crying.  I don't know what triggered it. But it was absolutely horrible.  &lt;br /&gt;I had talked to Greg the night before and that went well.  He's completely out of trouble.  Like 100%.  I was so incredibly happy with that.  I went to class yesterday and felt pretty good after it.  Nothing like getting a little cardio in to make you feel better.  I got home and took a shower and just went down hill.  Not even my meds worked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my day was watching American Idol with my parents.  My dad is such an authority on the show now.  He's so funny.  We sit there and laugh and sing with them.  It's great.  &lt;br /&gt;That really helped me.  It made me relax a little before going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114062970911099178?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114062970911099178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114062970911099178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114062970911099178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114062970911099178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterday-was-day-from-hell.html' title='Yesterday was the day from HELL'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-114040169962456632</id><published>2006-02-19T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:16:26.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long week.</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday.  Which means I bring you one gorgeous man.  I'm still sticking with the Olympic Theme.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5110291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5110291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5055506_135X180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5055506_135X180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is Ted Ligety.  He's 21 and making his Olympic debut.  His sport is Alpine Skiing.  For being in his first Olympics, he's doing well.  He won a gold medal.  I think it's cute that he's biting it.  I would check to make sure it was real gold too!    He's cute in some way.  &lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Greg for like 2.5 hours again the other night.  It was so much fun.  He said that he wanted a recent picture of me and to hurry up and take it with my phone.  So I did and it came out really funny.  Then I converted it into black and white.  I think it actually looks kind of cute.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/get-attachment-1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/get-attachment-1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep in mind that it was late, my hair wasn't done, and I had no makeup on.  &lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much more to say.  I was a very boring person this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-114040169962456632?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/114040169962456632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=114040169962456632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114040169962456632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/114040169962456632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-long-week.html' title='It&apos;s been a long week.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113989755214834116</id><published>2006-02-14T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:12:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog post that makes even me sick.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Valentine's Day.  Normally, I can't stand this holiday.  This year, however, the pink/red glittery hearts did a number on my brain and I'm all about this fucking holiday.  I really don't know what has gotten into me.  What exactly has turned me into a blob of gooey love stuff but it's happened.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many people in my life that I love and that love me.  However, I've never felt as strongly as I do about the Sexy Marine. For the last 7 months, he has been overseas doing his best to protect us.  I have been without my boyfriend for 7 months. That amount of separation has only proved to me how much I truly love this man.  In my eyes, he's perfect.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/UntitledMA9825754-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/UntitledMA9825754-0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's such a strong man. He's been through so much, more than he probably should have been.  He's seen me through so much.  He's taught me so much.  I never knew that love could be so wonderful and pure.  I never knew that I could trust someone to know everything about me.  Every flaw and every impurity.  There is nothing I wouldn't do for this man and I know he would do absolutely anything for me. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/get-attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/get-attachment.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does everything possible to ensure my happiness and well-being.  He loves me with everything he has.  I can be having the worst day and all I need is to hear his voice and I just melt.  So, on this Valentine's Day I just want to say this: Gregory, I love you.  I don't know what I did to deserve a man like you.  I trust you with everything that I am. I would give anything to see your smile and have your arms around me.  I adore our connection with each other.  You make me fall even more in love with you each and every time we talk. We've been together, granted it's been off and on, for 5 years.  (More on than off) In those 5 years, we've had our share of ups and downs.  We've seen each other through deaths of family members, sickness, and of course, happiness.  Hell, we've even see each other through other relationships.  The important part is that we've always found our way back to each other.  I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;I support you in any decision you make.  I know you have a few hard ones coming up.  You will always have me cheering you on...sort of a cheerleader without the outfit.  I have a few hard choices that I'm going to have to make, I know you support my decisions.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to move in with you this summer.  I'll be in a new state many miles away from my family and friends. Away from my comfort zone.  I know that you will do everything you can to make me comfortable.  I know that your friends will go out of their way to make sure that I am happy.  Living together will be a totally new experience and I can't wait to take it on. I'm sure we will have our good times as well as bad times.  But the important part is that we will be creating memories of our own.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you GLJ...Here's to many more Valentine's Days! I am so lucky to have you...So Damn Lucky. &lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;My goodness....I want to puke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113989755214834116?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113989755214834116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113989755214834116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113989755214834116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113989755214834116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post-that-makes-even-me-sick.html' title='A blog post that makes even me sick.....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113978359556061846</id><published>2006-02-12T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:33:15.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tasty treat.</title><content type='html'>On this Sunday, I'm going to introduce you to Kris Freeman.  He's an Olympian and he's kind of cute!  I definitely wouldn't say no!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/Kris-Freeman-mug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/Kris-Freeman-mug.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Kris Freeman&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'10" &lt;br /&gt;Born: 14-10-80 &lt;br /&gt;Hometown: Andover, NH &lt;br /&gt;Resides: Andover, NH &lt;br /&gt;Sport: Skiing &lt;br /&gt;Event: Cross Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got quite an interesting story if you sit and read it.  He looks like someone I know, but I can't remember that persons name.  &lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;My friend Brianne had her baby!  It's a little girl named Emmie Grace!  I can't wait to see pictures. Do new mothers like to get flowers?  I'm going to wait to get her anything until she gets home.  She's going to be moving home for a bit in a few months while her husband attends some military thing. But I definitely want to do something for her. So, mothers that read this blog...would flowers be decent?  &lt;br /&gt; Today, my mom and I went to see Rent.  It's pretty good.  Some of the singers kind of sounded like they should be on the "What not to do" American Idol DVD.  The funny part about this..we both decided on pretty much the exact same thing to wear.  We both ended up in brown pants and white sweaters!  And since I'm still somewhat sick, I didn't care and didn't change.  So we had Mom and Daughter outfits. If I had only gotten a picture of it, I would have fugged us on Wednesday.  Hell, I send the picture to Kami and let her Fug us too!&lt;br /&gt;The Sexy Marine called me last night and we talked for like 2.5 hours.  It was seriously the greatest 2.5 hours of my life.  I love how we can be on the phone for that long and there isn't any silence.  We are continually talking and making each other laugh.  I am seriously so in love with this man.   The update on his little situation, they were given slaps on the wrists and pats on the back for the "trouble" caused overseas.  He has to stay where he is for a little bit longer but he should be able to go home soon.  Which is very exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113978359556061846?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113978359556061846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113978359556061846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113978359556061846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113978359556061846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/tasty-treat.html' title='A tasty treat.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113959398988319326</id><published>2006-02-10T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:53:09.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. Or something like it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/stuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally brought to us by Kristine over at Random and Odd.  However, this week the ever so talented Mrs. Dallas K took over and gave us our assignment. With Valentine's Day just around the corner, we are going with a love theme this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love most about your home&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love least about your home&lt;br /&gt;~ What you love most about yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why my favorite part of the house is the front door.  Well, it's because I love how all my family and friends feel welcome enough to just come over whenever they feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Granted, the door is kind of ugly right now.  Jesse and John tried to strip it and re-stain it....but it didn't work out very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/backyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also LOVE my backyard!  It's big enough to get a football game together.  It's nice to lay out in the sun.  In the winter, we can have one hell of a snowball fight back there.  You can take a blanket back there in the summer and look at the stars while drinking wine.  Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love least about my house also has part of what I love the most about my house.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate our balcony that overlooks the living room.  The only reason I hate it is because when we first moved in, the railing wasn't done.  I fell off the balcony.  Lucky for me, there was a bunch of towels and sheets on the floor that I fell onto, but still, it was scary for a 5 year old.   But part of what makes this my favorite part of my house is the fact that Grandpa Fuzzy made the railing.   In fact, all the metal work in the house was made by Fuzzy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love most about myself....I love how easily I make friends. I love my friends.  I really like my hair, but I couldn't get a good picture of it.  And I do love my eyes, but I posted them a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play?  Let me know and be sure to go tell Kami that you played!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113959398988319326?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113959398988319326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113959398988319326' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113959398988319326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113959398988319326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-or-something-like-it.html' title='Love. Or something like it.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113945827931645421</id><published>2006-02-08T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:11:19.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/fug_mini.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/fug_mini.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure Kami came up with this idea and I've never been able to participate.  However, going through all my photos today I came across this gem that I had from a wedding last spring.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/DSC00134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I realize that this is a child but still. I don't like this look and I will never like this look.  I can't believe her mother let her out of the house looking like this.&lt;br /&gt;If I can make it out of my death bed tomorrow, I will definitely get a FUG for next week of this one girl.  Oh she's special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, pretend it's already Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113945827931645421?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113945827931645421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113945827931645421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113945827931645421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113945827931645421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-first-time-ever.html' title='For the first time ever...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113936832572248052</id><published>2006-02-08T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:38:12.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Serious....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/wbw_pink.11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/wbw_pink.11.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February, 8, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Gone but not forgotten...a more serious tone this week as we share our pictures of ourselves with loved ones we've lost (either through death or lost touch with over the years) This assignment is brought to us by The Kept Woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think a little bit.  I've lost quite a few relatives over the years.  And friends....well, they come and go.  The ones that mean the most to me are still here.  &lt;br /&gt;I was only about a year and a half when my Grandma Millie died.  I never got to know her.  My dad tells me that I have a lot of her in me.  She used to make lemon cookies for my dad and they became his favorite.  He told me that I am the only one that makes them like her.  No matter who tries.  I really wish she could have been around longer so that I could have gotten to know her..&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa Joe was around until I was 12.  He was an interesting little man from what I remember.  There was a time when I was about 5 when he and I were watching a movie together eating popcorn. He looked at me and said "Popcorn, it'll tear you a new asshole every time"  Funny what I remember about him.  I know when he was sick/in the hospital, my parents tried to keep it from me.  His funeral was the first that I attended.  I wasn't sure how I was supposed to act so I just cried.  He used to send each of his grandchildren (there were only 4 of us for awhile) $25 for each holiday and $50 for our birthdays. I managed to put all that money in the bank.  It's still there. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the stories that I've been told, my grandparents were quite the entertainers. The entire family would gather at their house for hours and not just on holidays.  &lt;br /&gt;I really and truly do wish that I could have known both of these people better.  I'm lucky to still have my moms parents around...no matter how many ulcers my grandmother gives me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you played...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113936832572248052?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113936832572248052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113936832572248052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113936832572248052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113936832572248052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/being-serious.html' title='Being Serious....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113936994705116107</id><published>2006-02-07T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:39:07.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm feeling random</title><content type='html'>Men in glasses.  Sometimes they look incredibly hot. Other times, they don't look so good.  Jesse, who I know I've put a picture of up here before, is normally very good looking.  (Although it makes me a little ill to say this because I think of him as a brother) He recently found that he had to get glasses. I went with him to the appointment to get my eyes checked also.  And, because I think he was scared. Now, this picture....with him and his new glasses...I think he looks unbelievable.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0316.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still at Ohio State, my roommate and closest friend got engaged, pregnant, and married.  In that order. She used to bring her baby with her for class, and I'd watch her for a few hours.  I needed to have some sort of fun so this is what I would do.  Take pictures of the child with alcohol bottles.  Empty of course.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/random%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/random%20018.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly...A self portrait of me and my daddy.  Self portraits hardly ever work out.  Especially with me taking them.  Mostly because I have short arms.  But I think this picture is great.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_1687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_1687.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing WBW tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113936994705116107?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113936994705116107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113936994705116107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113936994705116107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113936994705116107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/cause-im-feeling-random.html' title='Cause I&apos;m feeling random'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113925863943409826</id><published>2006-02-06T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:43:59.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those damn Steelers</title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't take as many pictures as I normally do this SuperBowl party.  Mostly because I am so incredibly sick.  I won't get into what's wrong with me...but just know that everything hurts!  &lt;br /&gt;There weren't as many people here this year.  I blame it on the weather.  We had a huge snowstorm and we are expected to get more.  My dad did something he never does. The man went outside yesterday.  And shoveled. I have proof! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I might FUG him on that hat.  &lt;br /&gt;So there was a lot of food...most impressively, the desserts.  My cousin, Ellen, is an amazing baker.  She made football cookies.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wish I felt better so that I could have had more than half a cookie. From what I tasted though, they were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0334.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This thing was just fun.  It glowed.  And it was right by the couch in which I was parking my fat ass on all night long.  I was so upset that I didn't feel better.  I'm still in bed today.  &lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;I am however trying to be productive while in bed today.  I have my homework.  I took an online class and haven't touched the book yet.  I have to take a test on the first 6 chapters by the 15th.  &lt;br /&gt;The commercials last night were pretty entertaining.  I don't understand the one that has a woman with big boobs in a little tank top.  The tank top pretty much broke.  And her boobs were shown to an elderly man.  The men at the party last night seemed to like it though.  &lt;br /&gt;I completely embarassed my little cousin last night.  She's 15 and has her first boyfriend.  She brought him last night and I followed them around the house with my camera.  I caught them holding hands and promptly made them both blush.  I'm just getting her back for all the years that she followed me around when I'd bring my boyfriends around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113925863943409826?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113925863943409826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113925863943409826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113925863943409826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113925863943409826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/those-damn-steelers.html' title='Those damn Steelers'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113908325821398996</id><published>2006-02-04T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T15:00:58.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Hot Olympian...</title><content type='html'>Yea, I know...It's still Saturday but since I'm going to be somewhat busy tomorrow, I thought I'd give you the Olympic Eye Candy today.  He's completely yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/bloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/bloom.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/bloom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/bloom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/bloom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/bloom2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport Freestyle Skiing &lt;br /&gt;Event(s) Moguls &lt;br /&gt;Birthdate April 2, 1982 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace Fort Collins, CO &lt;br /&gt;Hometown Loveland, CO &lt;br /&gt;Residence Loveland, CO &lt;br /&gt;HT./WT. 5'9" / 175 lbs &lt;br /&gt;His name is Jeremy Bloom.  I would teach him a thing or two. He made his debut in the 2002 Olympics.  I don't remember him..but wow, he was a yougin that year!   &lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;I need a button for Lickable Sunday.  How do I make one?  And since tomorrow my family will be here, I'm positive I'll be participating in Fug Thursday this week!  &lt;br /&gt;Man, there is so much food here and I want to eat it all...But my mom is the food police and won't let me have any until tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 projects for my blog in the upcoming weeks.  1.) I'm going to figure out how to put links to the blogs I read on the side.  and 2.)Figure out how to make a custom blog layout. Wish me luck because I don't know how to do any of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113908325821398996?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113908325821398996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113908325821398996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113908325821398996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113908325821398996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/yet-another-hot-olympian.html' title='Yet another Hot Olympian...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113900147816047383</id><published>2006-02-03T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:17:58.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just not up to it</title><content type='html'>I wanted to play SPF...I really had every intention on it.  But somehow, I just can't muster the energy to take pictures.   I had a lot of creative ideas, too. I'm in one of those moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I solved the problem of which type of panties to wear during aerobics class.  So at least that is one problem solved!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely excited for Sunday.  I love the superbowl party here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113900147816047383?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113900147816047383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113900147816047383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113900147816047383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113900147816047383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-not-up-to-it.html' title='Just not up to it'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113876798985989050</id><published>2006-01-31T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T23:39:13.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's still Tuesday...we can pretend it isn't!</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday....and we all know what that means! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/wbw_pink.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/400/wbw_pink.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This week our assignment from the wonderful Kept Woman, "Money, money, money, it's a rich man's world" show us some money (even if it was you playing Monopoly), bling or something...some of you believe that I cursed you with illnesses last week, this week I hope to bless you with money and luck so long as I share in the profits.  Hey, if I find any extra money, I will gladly share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_1355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_1355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom (drunk) in Vegas (drunk).  She did really well at the slot machines and won this fine fan of money.  However, she proceeded to lose this money the very next day at that same slot machine! Have I mentioned that she was very DRUNK here?  Yea.  That was the night she and I stayed in the casino until 5am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/DSC00118.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/DSC00118.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides looking incredibly stoned in this picture, I'm showing off my bling.  See that nice little necklace around my neck...I don't know that you can actually see this but in the center is a diamond.  It's small, but it's there.  The three of us in this picture are extremely drunk.  We were taking care of the little guys (shots) and large, strong drinks all night.  And yes, I know I am extremely short.  But notice the cute guys!  The blonde is one of my "brothers".  I think he might protect me more than an actual brother would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/brutus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/brutus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful car.  I named him Brutus.  He is what my money goes to every month since he is a lease.  I only have him for 18 more months...then I get to pick out a new one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find anything else, I'll be sure to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113876798985989050?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113876798985989050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113876798985989050' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113876798985989050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113876798985989050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-its-still-tuesdaywe-can-pretend-it.html' title='So, it&apos;s still Tuesday...we can pretend it isn&apos;t!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113875030010501624</id><published>2006-01-31T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:31:40.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step, tap, Step, fall....</title><content type='html'>That's pretty much how my step aerobics class went today!  For some reason, I couldn't do anything right.  I kept falling off the damn step.  I also learned a few things.  1.) Last week I had a thong on for class.  Yea, that doesn't work well for me in aerobics class.  2.) Today I wore the boy shorts things....those also don't work well for me in an aerobics class.  So I've come to the conclusion that I have 3 options.  1.) No underwear. 2.) My normal bikini cut.  3.) Granny Panties.  I'm totally against no.3.  Like completely.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma is doing better.  I had to laugh at her and her story of the ambulance ride to the hospital.  For some reason about 5 EMT's (all men) responded to the call.  They got her all situated in the back and started for the hospital.  They were checking all her vitals and doing whatever it is that EMT's do.  Well, the one (Who I've been told was gorgeous) accidentally "exposed" her.  This is the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Hottie EMT: Oh, I'm so sorry Ma'am.  I didn't mean to do that.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma: Oh darling, it's ok.  You could look at those for hours and they would do nothing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hottie EMT: Well, at least you still have a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have to hear my Grandma tell it, but it's absolutely hilarious.  My Grandpa is busy flirting with all the nurses.  I think he's trying to get them to keep my Grandmother in the hospital for longer than she needs to be.  He likes being on his own!&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;My house currently looks like a party store exploded.  We are getting ready for our Superbowl Party.  I'm so excited! It's the greatest day EVER!  So much food. So much alcohol.  So many pictures that should never be seen but will be up sunday night or monday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my blogging anniversary.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113875030010501624?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113875030010501624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113875030010501624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113875030010501624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113875030010501624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/step-tap-step-fall.html' title='Step, tap, Step, fall....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113859165617948506</id><published>2006-01-29T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:27:36.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lickable Olympians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/5056916_135X180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/5056916_135X180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said last week, I’m dedicating the next few weeks to the Men of the Olympics.  Today I’m picking Mr. Chad Hedrick.  This is his debut in the Olympics and his sport is Speed Skating.  He’s a Texan (which should make most of my readers pretty happy!) It seems as if he’s quite the party guy, the media has labeled him as “The Paris Hilton of speed skating”.   And the part I find to be the hottest…he has a southern drawl.  And, his favorite team is the University of Texas Longhorns.  He’s just pretty hot. I'd leave my Marine for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been insane.  We get a phone call on Saturday morning that my Grandma had been rushed to the hospital.  After investigating a little, we find that she was in fact taken to the hospital but that she's doing much better.  We get ahold of Fuzzy and he explains that she has had pneumonia and was coughing.  Well, all the coughing triggered an asthma attack and she couldn't catch her breath.  She's doing much better today and they think she'll come home on Tuesday.  I was up there all day yesterday.  When my mom talked to her before going up to the hospital, she had requested that we bring her "a pair of her underpants."  She absolutely hates the mesh panties they put on you in the hospital.  I had a good laugh at this. So when I went up to the hospital, I took a pair of mine....a thong, because my grandma absolutely can't even think about wearing those, let alone someone else wearing one.  When I brought it out of my purse, I thought my grandma was going to die laughing...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I went out to dinner with to of my girlfriends, my dad, and Fuzzy.  Definitely an interesting group!  After dinner, my friends and I went to see a movie.  We saw Last Holiday with Queen Latifah.  It's decent.  Nothing I would rush right out to see.  Well, I forgot that I never took that thong out of my purse.  So I accidentally it out when I went to pay for my movie ticket!  Oh so embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you that really really want to know what that secret is all about....you'll just have to email me. asheliga @ gmail. com   and I'll tell you the answer.  Cause I don't think any of you know anyone that shouldn't know.  haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113859165617948506?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113859165617948506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113859165617948506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113859165617948506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113859165617948506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/lickable-olympians.html' title='Lickable Olympians'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113840232329305310</id><published>2006-01-27T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:52:03.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes, Secrets, and Toys....Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/stuff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to SPF, brought to us by the lovely, but anxious Kristine. This week's assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ your toys&lt;br /&gt;~ your secret&lt;br /&gt;~ your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My eyes.  I've always loved my eyes.  The green/hazel color is perfect!  Depending on what color I'm wearing, my eyes go from dark green to light green.  I always love the fact that my eyes are green because apparently, it's a mutation in the genes.  I can't remember which of my many medical books I read that in, but it's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/matt.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/matt.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My secret has to do with my best friend, Matt.  That's all I can say!&lt;br /&gt;My toys...well, the ones that I can post on here anyway!  Actually...blogger is being an ass right now.  It won't let me upload my toys!  I was going to post a picture of my scrapbooking stuff and my drumset.  And probably poker chips.  I'll see if I can get to them later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113840232329305310?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113840232329305310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113840232329305310' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113840232329305310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113840232329305310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/eyes-secrets-and-toysoh-my.html' title='Eyes, Secrets, and Toys....Oh My!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113804950372568799</id><published>2006-01-23T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:51:43.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I gotten myself into?</title><content type='html'>Went to my stupid class this morning.  I love to draw and be creative....I hate taking classes about it.  I have to take an art appreciation class and it's going to suck.  Her lecture made absolutely no sense today.  I have no clue what I was supposed to take away from it.  Other than she's a fruit.  I would much rather take 2 aerobics classes than this art class.  &lt;br /&gt;After class, I did some major damage on scrapbook supplies.  I'm going balls to the walls with this scrappy thing.  Lately, I've been having a lack of creativism.  So hopefully with all my new stuff, I'll be back!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking tired and kind of crabby.  I feel bad for anyone who tries to be around me today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113804950372568799?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113804950372568799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113804950372568799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113804950372568799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113804950372568799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-have-i-gotten-myself-into.html' title='What have I gotten myself into?'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113799249049736550</id><published>2006-01-22T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:01:30.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Pictures from last week's trip</title><content type='html'>I was in New Jersey last week (2 weeks?) and really did have the time of my life.  I'm going back in March for my spring break.  Now, I'm a lover of dogs.  The bigger the dog, the better.  I didn't think I would like this puppy because he is so little.  But this little man took my heart and I'm in love.  His name is Guinness.  He loves to cuddle and lick.  What more could a girl want? I miss him soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my travels, I decided to take a bottle of Crystal and a bottle of Dom.  It was absolutely hilarious to listen to these guys. I think they called everyone they knew to tell them exactly what they were drinking.  One of the guys even drank straight from the bottle.  I wish I would have gotten pictures of that but I was being shy at that point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard the entire time I was there.  They are a crazy group of people.  I can't wait the 47 days I have left to get back!&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so cute. They went out of town for a few days to stay with my Aunt that is having a heart procedure done.  Anyway....that leaves me home alone.  Before they left this afternoon, they looked at me and asked if I was ok alone or should they call someone to come stay with me?  Hahaha...I'm 25 years old and have lived on my own before.  I think I'm all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113799249049736550?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113799249049736550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113799249049736550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113799249049736550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113799249049736550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-pictures-from-last-weeks-trip_22.html' title='Two Pictures from last week&apos;s trip'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113795871922330088</id><published>2006-01-22T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:38:39.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even back then, he was lickable.</title><content type='html'>I figure with the Olympics coming up, I'd take the next few weeks and find the totally hot athletes.  I'm an absolute sucker for the Olympics.  I don't know what it is about them, but I'm always drawn in.  &lt;br /&gt;Back in 2002 when I was still living the life at Ohio State and not doing much of anything, the Winter Olympics were on.  Instead of class, I spent most of my time watching them.  My roommates and I had it bad for one particular athlete.  I was hoping with all that I am that he would be back for this years olympics.  And he is.  And in my opinion, because I'm sure no one will agree with me, he's still really damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/ohno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/ohno.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, with a name like Apolo Anton Ohno how can you not think he's completely adorable?  Sport Short Track &lt;br /&gt;Birthdate May 22, 1982 &lt;br /&gt;Birthplace Seattle, WA &lt;br /&gt;Hometown Seattle, WA &lt;br /&gt;Residence Colorado Springs, CO &lt;br /&gt;HT./WT. 5'8" / 165 lbs &lt;br /&gt;Olympics 2002 &lt;br /&gt;He won a silver and a gold.  I'd lick him for sure...twice if he were wearing his medals.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads my blog can agree or disagree with me about this one, but in my eyes...Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113795871922330088?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113795871922330088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113795871922330088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113795871922330088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113795871922330088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/even-back-then-he-was-lickable.html' title='Even back then, he was lickable.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113773257196344278</id><published>2006-01-19T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T23:49:31.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from someone...And a bunch of random crap.</title><content type='html'>I can't remember where I found this today, but I liked it and stole it.  I finally found energy to put my answers in it.  &lt;br /&gt;LAYER ONE: --&lt;br /&gt;Name:Amanda&lt;br /&gt; Birth date: October 9, 1980&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Willowick, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Kirtland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Very dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’3&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: Polish and some other stuff&lt;br /&gt;The shoes you wore today: I wore my purple nike shocks&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Marines.  And nice eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Your fears: Ending up alone.  The Sexy Marine dying overseas&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: Extra cheese, black olive, and mushroom&lt;br /&gt;Goal(s) you'd like to achieve: Finish school, get the courage to pack and move down to Florida&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused phrase on AIM: haha&lt;br /&gt;Your first waking thoughts: “Just 10 more minutes” or I wish my boyfriend was next to me.&lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature: My eyes and hair.  My boobs are pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: Being on the phone with the Sexy Marine until all hours of the night&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Both are gross&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: Dates?  What the hell are those…I think your boyfriend has to be home to go on those&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Both.  Along with New Balance.  Yes, I have a pair of each!&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Either one&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Mocha&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Nope. &lt;br /&gt;Cuss: Like a sailor.&lt;br /&gt;Sing : Every chance I get…in the car, in the shower, in random places. &lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you've been in love: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Want to go to college: Apparently, since I’ve been in college forever.&lt;br /&gt;Liked high school: I had the time of my life.  And then some.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: Only after I’ve been drinking and I’m in the backseat&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive: Yes &lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: The more nursing and other health related classes I take, the closer I become to being a health freak&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parent(s): Definitely.  They are the two most important people to me&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms:  LOVE them. Nothing is as sexy as a good thunderstorm when you’re watching it with the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument: I’ve been playing the drums since I was about 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month...&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Of course&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: No.&lt;br /&gt;Done a drug: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Made Out: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gone on a date: no.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall?:yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Hell No.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Haha…yes&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: No.&lt;br /&gt;Made homemade cookies: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: Not in the last month.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Anything: Ummm..I think I may have taken a pack of gum by accident.&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been caught "doing something": Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up: Not physically.&lt;br /&gt;Shoplifted: Not on purpose, see above.&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: --&lt;br /&gt;Age you hope to be married: I’m hoping something will happen within the next 2 years. So, 27.&lt;br /&gt;Numbers and Names of Children: I want either one child or twins.  Don’t ask. For a girl, I like several names.  Lily Claire, Grace Ellen, Marley Grace.  For boys…Rohan Matthew, Joseph Quinton (the middle name is for my best friend).  I’m also very in favor of naming the kid after his father. &lt;br /&gt;Describe your Dream Wedding: On the beach.  Or Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die: quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to go to college: Maybe an easier question would where haven’t I gone to school!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up: A nurse in the O.R. or a pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: I’ll go anywhere.  I’d like to see Italy though.  And Australia&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;Number of drugs taken illegally: One&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my life: I'm lucky. I have quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs that I own:  no cd’s…only mp3’s&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings: None.&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: None.&lt;br /&gt;Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: quite a few&lt;br /&gt;Number of scars on my body: Too many. 5 on my tummy from a surgery. &lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my past that I regret: I try to never regret anything I’ve done. But that ex boyfriend of mine is quickly becoming a regret.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;I do feel like crap today.  The scrapbook store near me is closing.  Everything is about 50% off!  I went and did some damage today.  I will probably end up going back and buying more.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I might actually participate in SPF this week.  It seems kind of easy...finally!  &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about where I was last week at this time makes me really sad that I'm not there again.  I want to be back there and don't want to wait until March to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen any movies lately.  I think I might go tomorrow as long as I'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book by Wally Lamb called She's Come Undone.  This book is really kind of screwed up.  It's kept my attention though.  I should be done with it tonight or tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess again and I really need to clean it.  I also should do laundry again.  How do I go through so many clothes? &lt;br /&gt;It's warm again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113773257196344278?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113773257196344278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113773257196344278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113773257196344278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113773257196344278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/stolen-from-someoneand-bunch-of-random.html' title='Stolen from someone...And a bunch of random crap.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113770188122284448</id><published>2006-01-19T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:18:01.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no witty title for today.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with me today.  I feel so blah.  I have stuff I should do, but I'm not going to be doing any of it. I still haven't unpacked any of my bags from my roadtrip.  I have pictures I have to print out, but I don't even have the energy for that.&lt;br /&gt;This constant changing weather is killing me.  First it's nice and warm...I can go outside with just a shirt and pants on.  Within the next 24 hours,  have to be so bundled up in clothing and I'm up to my ass in snow.  It's driving me crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;Then there is this whole thing with the Sexy Marine.  I have such mixed feelings about all of it.  I don't want him to be in trouble.  &lt;br /&gt;And then there is the other stuff. The stuff that I just can't get into on here because of who might be reading it.  It's really making me confused. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just hibernate like the bears do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113770188122284448?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113770188122284448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113770188122284448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113770188122284448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113770188122284448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-no-witty-title-for-today.html' title='I have no witty title for today.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113761624106409453</id><published>2006-01-18T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:30:41.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday...again..</title><content type='html'>So I thought I'd participate in WBW this week...since I've been slacking the past few weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caraparks.com/blog/wbw_pink_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to show things that we thought might have been a good idea at the time...but turned out to be oh so wrong!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/DSC00121.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/DSC00121.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot of tequila.  It always seems like a good idea.  It always leads to a pretty good time.  Until 20 minutes after you try to fall asleep/pass out.  It starts your world spinning.  And the bathroom floor becomes your best friend and the most comfortable thing you have ever slept on.  The after picture of my face is horrible.  I hate tequila.  &lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;The boy....well.  Our 27 minute conversation last night contained quite a few things.  First, he doesn't know how long he'll be home.  If things turn out the way he hope, he'll probably be sent right back over.  His unit was brought home for doing some very bad things.  He's at risk for a dishonorable discharge for the Corps.  However, for the exact same situation that is putting him in that risk, his entire unit could get medals of Honor.  Who knows what will happen.  Just keep hoping for the best!&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we talked about me moving in with him on a trial basis this summer if he's home.  We decided on the trial basis to see if we could do it.  Something about trying before purchasing.  So, I might just be packing up my clothes and shoes and moving to Florida for the summer.  It's something we both want and I'm really happy about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113761624106409453?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113761624106409453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113761624106409453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113761624106409453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113761624106409453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-wednesdayagain.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday...again..'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113755620386124109</id><published>2006-01-17T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:50:03.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At 7:16pm my phone rings....</title><content type='html'>I have my phone set to ring differently for certain people. For example, for CabanaBoy Billy it rings "Rich Girl" cause he's a Vegas boy.  (Shut up, in my mind it makes sense!)  For Greg, it rings Linkin Parks 'My December' because that's his favorite song.  Well...at 7:16 my phone starts playing that song.  At first I was really confused....I answered the phone and the first thing I heard was, "Hi Baby, I love you."  He's home.  I'm not supposed to know that.  No one is.  He is going through something big right now.  The end result could either be really, really good.  Or really, really bad.  (Of  course, the bad actually has a good side in my very selfish ways.)  I got to talk to him for about a half hour.  It was so amazing.  I got to hear the man that I love say he loves me.  &lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school.  I had to go buy some books before my aerobics class.  I love walking through the halls on the first day of a semester.  Everyone is all dressed up.  It makes me laugh really hard.  Here I am walking around in sweatpants and a tshirt...with a sweatshirt.  My hair is all up in a ponytail. All these girls were all sort of slutted up.  Hoochified if you prefer that word.  So I walk over to the gym area and find the aerobics room.  Some girls were already there.  They were dressed much like me.  I'm naturally friendly, so I said hello to them and we all started talking.  All of a sudden this girl walks in with her face literally spray painted on.  Her hair was all done up beautifully.  She had on these tight ass jeans.  A really little shirt.  And these boots that had a heel on it that could kill a person.  Now my question is, how does one do aerobics in that outfit?  Lucky for that girl, we didn't do anything today.  &lt;br /&gt;And to top of a wonderful day, American Idol is back!!  This show is literally the greatest thing ever!  Some damn good entertainment!  Tonights episode was great.  There were so many good/bad people.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting my pictures from Jersey uploaded tomorrow.  The little dog, Guinness, is so damn adorable. I miss that dog so much.  I miss those boys.  They are so much fun and so incredibly nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113755620386124109?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113755620386124109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113755620386124109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113755620386124109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113755620386124109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-716pm-my-phone-rings.html' title='At 7:16pm my phone rings....'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113744052143192420</id><published>2006-01-16T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:42:01.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And stuff just got more confusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Aww..Kami noticed I was missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on my little roadtrip to visit a friend in New Jersey and wound up making new friends! I left on Wednesday morning and drove the 6.5 hours to New Jersey. I had so much fun and life just got a lot more confusing. I don't want to say too much right now but suffice it to say, I'm one confused girl!&lt;br /&gt;I saw a fantastic band on Saturday night. I'm planning my next trip to Jersey to coincide with them. I drank a lot of beer and spent a lot of money. I absolutely can't wait to go back! Oh, and I watched a lot of damn sports, but that happens when you are in a house with 4 guys. (Pictures to follow tonight)&lt;br /&gt;None of my teams won their football games this weekend, damn steelers for winning. I even got a ticket last night in Shitsburgh. So a big fuck Pittsburgh. (Only because of football...nothing against the city specifically).&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow. I have one class. Aerobics. From 12-12:50. That's on Tuesdays/Thursdays. On Mon/Wed, I have one class that starts at like 9:30. It's some Art class that I don't want to take but need to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113744052143192420?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113744052143192420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113744052143192420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113744052143192420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113744052143192420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-stuff-just-got-more-confusing.html' title='And stuff just got more confusing'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113683651761166479</id><published>2006-01-09T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:55:17.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football makes me sooo mad.</title><content type='html'>My Cleveland Browns obviously won't be making the Superbowl (ever).  I've accepted this fact and even tolerate it.  I will still go to the games during football season and drink myself sober and cheer on my amazing Browns.   However, with all this wildcard and divisional stuff, I'm beginning to get pissy.  First, all the teams I had hoped would make it to the Superbowl seem to be no longer available.  &lt;br /&gt;Take the Steelers vs. Bengals game last night.  I am not one to ever cheer on Cincy, but when it comes to Pitts, I think I'd even cheer for Michigan. (And that's saying a lot.) Those little bengals forgot to play in the second half.  I sat on the couch almost in tears.  I was so pissed I couldn't even start my new scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me started on the fact that Jacksonville and Tampa Bay are no longer in the running for the Superbowl.  Now it's up to Indianapolis to put Pittsburgh in their place and knock them out of the Superbowl.  &lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see the Bears go all the way.  Or Denver.&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that out of my system.  I got a hair cut today.  Nothing major, just getting the dead hair cut off.  But, I did get a little something special today.  I got a Chi!!  I am so excited!  I love making my hair straight...but my cute little flat iron wasn't working too well anymore.  So, I'm very happy with my nice little investment.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;So Kami-if my boyfriend happens to be in Texas.  You might have an extra mouth to feed!  Cause I'll be invading Texas.  Oh, and if you see him before I do, please kiss him!  Haha!  &lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Before Christmas, I took my car in to get worked on because the Brake light kept coming on.  The guy said he looked at my car and that there was nothing wrong with my brakes.  Well, since then, the light has continued to go on and I took it back again.  Well, they just called and told me that my back brakes are about gone.  WTF??And, they want to charge me $350 to repair them.  I told them to go ahead and fix them, but they will hear from me before I actually pay them.  I'd like to kick them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113683651761166479?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113683651761166479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113683651761166479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113683651761166479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113683651761166479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/football-makes-me-sooo-mad.html' title='Football makes me sooo mad.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113677460867226135</id><published>2006-01-08T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:43:28.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A man I'd like to lick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So...today I'd like to lick the ever so incredible Gavin Rossdale.  Not only is he married to someone with a classic beauty about her, but he's HOT!  I don't know what made me think of him today but I did.  Obviously.  I don't understand why the pictures look so small on my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got another email today from Greg.  He'll be home on Thursday.  But he doesn't know for how long.  And he doesn't even know if he'll be able to see me.  I'm fine with all of this.  If he has the chance to see anyone, I want him to be with his parents and dogs.  I'm still trying to get information out of him as to why he'll only be home for a short while.  And if they are sending him overseas again or keeping him home for a debriefing thing.  They sometimes keep him for a month or two to fill out paperwork at some base in Texas.  I really need to understand military a little bit better.  At any rate, I'm so incredibly excited!  &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I only have 1 more week until school starts again.  It makes me sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113677460867226135?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113677460867226135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113677460867226135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113677460867226135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113677460867226135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-id-like-to-lick.html' title='A man I&apos;d like to lick...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113666764458895506</id><published>2006-01-07T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:00:44.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey its me. Im sorry its been a while since i have wrote to you. So when are you going to go on your trip and for how long. I hope that you have been having some fun. Im sorry if i made you upset or nervous. I didn't mean to. Ive just been realy busy and meeting with some people. So let me know when you are going on your road trip because i might have a surprise for you and i want to talk to you about whats been going on with me. LOve you&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this email today.  I can't even begin to tell you the relief I felt when I finished reading it.  Hell, I started to feel relieved when I saw his email address!  Man, the stress of being a military girlfriend is rough!  I'm pretty sure the surprise is that he's coming home soon.  Or that he's married some Iraq woman and has children.  You never know!  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we were all supposed to go to my friend Johns house to play cards.  I just got a phone call saying that I'm not allowed to be there because I don't have a penis.  How rude!  I normally end up losing anyway...so they get my money.  You would think that they would WANT me there!&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Four jobs you have had in your life:&lt;br /&gt;~ Photographer at The Picture People&lt;br /&gt;~ Professional student&lt;br /&gt;~ Sales person at The Children's Place&lt;br /&gt;~ Whatever at my dad's drug store.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you've lived:&lt;br /&gt;~I've never lived out of Ohio.  But let's hope that changes soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows you love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;~ER&lt;br /&gt;~House&lt;br /&gt;~American Idol&lt;br /&gt;~Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you've been on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;~Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;~Orlando, Florida&lt;br /&gt;~Tampa Bay, Florida&lt;br /&gt;~Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four websites you visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;~ any of your blogs!&lt;br /&gt;~ JasonMulgrew.com (some seriously funny stuff!)&lt;br /&gt;~ Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;~ MSN.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of your favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;~ pizza&lt;br /&gt;~ popcorn&lt;br /&gt;~ spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;~ cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places you'd rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;~ in bed&lt;br /&gt;~ in Greg's arms&lt;br /&gt;~ in Florida&lt;br /&gt;~ in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tired today so the bed sounds like a good place to be.  I finished my first scrapbook EVER!!  And I'm already itching to start my next one.  For all you who do this regularly, how many pages is your average one?  My cousins scrapbooks are so incredibly thick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113666764458895506?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113666764458895506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113666764458895506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113666764458895506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113666764458895506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/relief.html' title='Relief.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113657007404902107</id><published>2006-01-06T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T12:54:34.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain sucks.</title><content type='html'>I've been in a funk for the past few days. I'm not entirely sure what my problem is.  Probably has something to do with Greg.  I haven't heard from him and my mind is playing tricks on me.  I'll be back a little later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113657007404902107?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113657007404902107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113657007404902107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113657007404902107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113657007404902107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-brain-sucks.html' title='My brain sucks.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113626467037681288</id><published>2006-01-02T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:21:14.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I've won bragging rights.</title><content type='html'>Today was the big game and I freaking won!  Ok, so OSU won and I just won from their victory...but I want the glory, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the email that I sent to the two men that like to poke fun at me.  Hey, it's their fault they like the losing teams. It was so much fun watching the game with my Dad.  I think he's impressed with my love of football and that I actually understand it.  We yelled, we jumped up and down, we paced...all things you should do during football games!  We even had a beer together, which isn't exactly an odd thing these days. (Nothing like cracking open a cold one with your Dad!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Chad..... (and Puffer, I'm guessing) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And so another season of OSU football is now over.  It is hard to complain about a 10-2 season, especially considering our last two games.  First, we went up to Ann Arbor and showed her what a whore she is by beating Michigan 25-21!  (Yes, I remember the score!)  This sent Michigan to the ever-prestigious (haha) Alamo bowl to play Nebraska, where they would lose to another team wearing red and white.  I will admit, however, that the refs were complete idiots and UofM was totally ripped off at the end.  (Nebraska shouldn't win anything) &lt;br /&gt;     Then it was back to Tempe, AZ for OSU.  Familiar setting as we have made it to (and won, I might add) the Fiesta Bowl 3 of the past 4 years.  The rivalry was set....Mandy vs. Chad. OSU vs. ND.  Only the 5th ever meeting between these two teams. A phone call was placed and luck was wished to both teams.  "May the best team win" was Chad's last statement before hanging up.  And he was exactly right... the better team did win.  It was a hell of a game and it could have gone either way.  Truly, I felt your pain every time OSU scored. &lt;br /&gt;     However, I recall some sort of bet being placed regarding the outcome of the game... I believe the "loser" had to take the winner out to dinner.  So, my dear Chaddy, I like Italian.  Or someplace with a good burger.  And I'll be sure to order the not so cheap beers or bottle of wine...since you're picking up the tab! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always and Go Bucks, &lt;br /&gt;    Mandy~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - A special thanks goes out to numbers 4, 7, 10, and 47 for winning me a free dinner and bragging rights for a whole year. &lt;br /&gt;And for those who think I might just be a dumb girl...&lt;br /&gt;#4-Santonio Holmes&lt;br /&gt;#7-Ted Ginn, Jr&lt;br /&gt;#10-Troy Smith&lt;br /&gt;#47-AJ Hawk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113626467037681288?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113626467037681288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113626467037681288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113626467037681288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113626467037681288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/because-ive-won-bragging-rights.html' title='Because I&apos;ve won bragging rights.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113617126185443678</id><published>2006-01-01T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:07:41.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll Please......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/Tim-McGraw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/Tim-McGraw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The winner of the Totally Lickable award is Mr. Tim McGraw!  Of course, I think he should keep his hat on!  I've seen him in concert multiple times.  I've been in the front row, touched him, and gotten his autograph.  I even stood next to him at a casino in Vegas.  This man is so hot!  The way he loves his wife and his little girls makes him that much more sexy!  His songs are so good, they keep me singing day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good New Years Eve!  I stayed at home and think it was for the best!  I had a lot of fun with my parents watching the worst of American Idol. We watched poor Dick Clark count the minutes down to midnight.  For suffering a stroke, I think he did well.  But he shouldn't have been on TV.  And what's with naming Ryan Seacrest as the successor??  This should make things interesting! &lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping.  I had the most beautiful pair of boots on.  I looked at my feet in the mirror.  I'm pretty sure I needed these new boots....But I came home without them.  Hard to believe, I know!  &lt;br /&gt;Tonight was dinner with my parents and friends, which has become tradition.  We always go to Friday's.  It's so much fun.  Our waiter tonight...well, let's just say he was/is special!  We all couldn't stop laughing, especially when my dad started imitating him.  We are all going to hell, but at least we'll all be together!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear from SM.  I'm starting to get really upset.  I know I shouldn't...but I can't help it.  I just want to read (since he can really only email me) that he loves me.  A girl needs to be told that from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's 2006...where do the years keep going?  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big OSU vs. ND game.  One of my best and hottest friends is a big ND fan.  He and I have a bet.  If my team wins, he has to take me out to dinner and vice versa.  I don't even care if I have to pay...sitting across from him will be amazing.  He's completely lickable!  Like beyond hot!  Better looking the SM and Matt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113617126185443678?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113617126185443678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113617126185443678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113617126185443678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113617126185443678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2006/01/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll Please......'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113606899202409078</id><published>2005-12-31T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:04:50.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highs and the Lows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The last day of 2005. It's hard to believe how quickly this year actually went. It honestly feels like it should still be the summer. Well, not with the current weather but you get the point! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Highs of 2005&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;-Finally getting back together with Greg after a few months of separation.&lt;br /&gt;-Making 2 new female friends that mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;-Becoming better friends with two girls from high school.&lt;br /&gt;-Watching 2 of my best friends get married to each other.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting my relationship with my parents to a more mature yet silly level.&lt;br /&gt;-Becoming financially stable (somewhat) and not being behind on any payments for anything.&lt;br /&gt;-Although she's still very sick, having my younger cousin making it another year!&lt;br /&gt;-Still doing very well in school.&lt;br /&gt;-Discovering more about myself and who I am&lt;br /&gt;-Watching my first surgery&lt;br /&gt;-Doing a surgery with the surgeon completely independantly&lt;br /&gt;-Turning 25..seriously, I love this age!&lt;br /&gt;-Working on my relationship with my Grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The Lows of 2005&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;-Greg being overseas more than he was home this year.&lt;br /&gt;-Being asked to leave my program at school that I absolutely loved.&lt;br /&gt;-Still not being moved out of my parents house&lt;br /&gt;-The possible heart problems earlier this year (thank goodness there was nothing to be worried about!)&lt;br /&gt;-Not taking the time to teach myself how to play the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there weren't that many lows this year...which is a very good thing. It really has been a great year! It was my best year in school yet dealing with grades.&lt;br /&gt;This coming year, I hope that Greg is home so that I can spend time with him. I hope to work even harder at school and get a 4.0 at some point. I want to scrapbook more and read more. I'd like to get back to playing my drumset more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone that reads this a very happy 2006!  Be safe tonight if you are going out! We don't need any drinking and driving.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'd give anything to be able to kiss my boyfriend at midnight.  Everyone out there that gets to kiss their loved one at midnight, consider yourself VERY LUCKY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113606899202409078?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113606899202409078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113606899202409078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113606899202409078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113606899202409078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/highs-and-lows.html' title='The Highs and the Lows.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113598381215041779</id><published>2005-12-30T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:03:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mail.yahoo.com/config/login?/http://randomandodd.blogspot.com" title="Stuff Portrait Friday"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/21/24406249_03cf91b27e_t.jpg" width="100" height="30" alt="stuffstuff" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ~ Your New Year's Resolution&lt;br /&gt;~ Your Favorite Picture from 2005&lt;br /&gt;~ Something you'll be glad to leave behind in '05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my resolutions for 2006 is to study more, read more for enjoyment, and to write in my personal journal more.  The lack of all 3 this past year upsets me greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another thing I'd like to do is get to the gym more often and work out.  I'd like to lose a little weight, but just become a healthier person in general.  I have my downfall foods, CAKE, but I do eat rather well most of the time.  I suppose I should add more veggies into my diet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite pictures of the year is this one of Otis. Man do I miss this dog!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0707.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0707.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took this in Florida and I like it because I played with the coloring on my camera.  Something about it just makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/Ryan%232weekOhio%20047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/Ryan%232weekOhio%20047.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is no where near as good as most of the pictures all of you take...but for someone who doesn't know what she is doing, I really like how this picture came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are 3 of my favorite pictures.  I think my favorite though is the one of Otis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the something I'll be glad to leave behind...I don't have a picture of it.  I'll be glad to leave 05 behind because Greg the Sexy Marine was gone more than he was home.  Who knows if it'll be the same way in 06, but anything has to be better than this!  I hate not having my boyfriend around...yet am so incredibly proud of him and proud to be his girlfriend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see everyone else that played!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113598381215041779?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113598381215041779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113598381215041779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113598381215041779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113598381215041779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/todays-assignment.html' title='Today&apos;s Assignment'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113591398417290857</id><published>2005-12-29T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:57:33.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-boyfriends SUCK</title><content type='html'>I've never been so mad at an exboyfriend as I am right now.  I'm on my way to my pedicure/facial appointment and my phone starts ringing. Now, I've always been one to stay friends with ex's.  So I see that it is my ex boyfriend from the summer of 2004 when Greg and I were broken up.  I answered the phone.  He's at the airport waiting for his flight to NYC for the new years eve bash.  He's drunk.  He's with one of his friends that I absolutely CAN'T stand.  So anyway...he starts going on about Greg and I.  He then proceeds to tell me that the chances that Greg will die while overseas are really good and I should just prepare myself for that.  OMFG!!! He then started making fun of military uniform and telling me how I deserve better.  Again...OMFG!!!  In my opinion, you don't get much better than Greg.  He's amazing in every way I can think of.  I am so incredibly pissed at that pathetic excuse for a man. I'd like to hit him.&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;AND....if that isn't bad enough.  My best friend calls while I'm in the land of relaxation to tell me that he was held up at gun point last night.  In Philly.  That's the second person I know that got held up at gun point in Philly.  Within a month of each other.  So much for the City of Brotherly Love.  Luckily, Matt is doing fine.  I will feel much better when I talk to him again though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113591398417290857?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113591398417290857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113591398417290857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113591398417290857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113591398417290857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/ex-boyfriends-suck.html' title='Ex-boyfriends SUCK'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113589070180150672</id><published>2005-12-29T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:11:41.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing what studying will do for you...</title><content type='html'>I decided to look into this whole mother having tonsilitis thing.  And after several books, calls to doctors/surgeons, and general internet searches I've learned something.  You can re-grow tonsils.  Now there's a surgery that is well worth the money spent!  Not everyone is talented enough to grow a second set of tonsils, but there are a few people out there.  I always knew my mother was a freak of nature...I guess I just never wanted to admit it! I guess she fits in with my Dad and I now for being freaks because of our eye color!  &lt;br /&gt;I still haven't heard from the SM...and I'm getting pissy! And because of this, I'm treating myself to a pedicure and facial this evening.  Ok, even if I had heard from him, I'd probably still go get the spa treatment...but at least now I have an "excuse".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113589070180150672?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113589070180150672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113589070180150672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113589070180150672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113589070180150672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-amazing-what-studying-will-do-for.html' title='It&apos;s amazing what studying will do for you...'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113580011132657745</id><published>2005-12-28T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:13:46.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years of the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.caraparks.com/blog/wbw_pink_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First I need to give a big old thank you to Kami who gave me the codes or whatever to have that fun WBW button! I feel important now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyway, today our assignment is to show everyone pictures of New Years past. When I was younger, I used to babysit on this night a lot because I always made a lot of money! However, the year that sticks out the most in my mind would be bringing in the big 2000! Now, if you do the math, you'll know how old I was that year. (Hint:I would be turning 20 in 2000). My best friend, Matt, is a few months younger than I am. My friend Damon, is also a few months younger. So, my parents had this huge party at a huge hotel in Cleveland and invited my entire family. I was allowed 3 friends. My date was Matt. Damon brought Holly, who at the time was a very good friend of mine. Since then, she's turned into a major beast so I will not picture her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/mattnmandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/mattnmandy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Here we have a picture of Matt and I. Obviously, this was before I became aware of the whole waxing my eyebrows thing. Isn't he the cutest! He and I are still best friends today. He's the only guy my parents have every allowed to sleepover IN MY ROOM. If only they knew...but that's another story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/damon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/damon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Here's Damon after the party (around 2am) as we were heading up to our hotel rooms. I think all 4 of us thought it would be fun to do cartwheels down the hall or something. His didn't turn out so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I have no pictures of the day after because I'm pretty sure I felt too sick to care.  I miss these days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This year, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be boring. I seem to remember that Greg was able to call last year so I'll be staying home with my parents. I don't really mind...it'll be nice and peaceful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am going to see a movie tonight with the friend that I pissed off at the wedding.  I think he just had a stick up his ass that night.  Cause things seem cool...we were together the 23rd-25th with no problems.  My mother is sick with what I think is tonsilitis, which doesn't make sense cause she's missing that body part.  This doesn't make me happy because I'm very prone to that.  I should be having a nice swollen throat in a matter of days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113580011132657745?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113580011132657745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113580011132657745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113580011132657745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113580011132657745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-of-past.html' title='New Years of the past'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113571103658866411</id><published>2005-12-27T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:34:33.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Puppy/House sitting was so much fun!  Those dogs slept with me every night and I can't even begin to tell you how much I miss them!  It's crazy.  Even Otis who doesn't stop snorting even when he is asleep. I guess I'll start with Friday night which was my annual "kids" Christmas party. Kids is a funny way of putting it since the youngest of my friends is 23.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tradition is that we get quite a few bottles of the good stuff, this being Crystal, and party like rockstars for a night.  Here's Jesse being classy as shit drinking straight from the bottle.  Nothing but class I tell you!  He is of course one of my "brothers". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the second "brother" John.  And that adorable little black blob is the baby pug, Molly, that John bought for his wife Jill.  This dog is so little compared to the pug that I brought to the party!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jesse again, this time with Kelsi.  She's a friends daughter.  He'll kill me for putting this picture up.  Can you tell she got play-doh for Christmas?  Jesse is so cute with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And our group shot from that night, complete with all the dogs.  I look like hell in this picture but oh well!  This is really a small group compared to what we used to have!  I think I prefer it this way!  These are my closest friends. The ones I'm with all the time!&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve started with me wrapping all the presents I had bought for my parents.  Each present had a little love (dog hair) from the dogs!  It was pretty funny.  I then cleaned up the house that I had been staying in for the past week and was on my way back home!  (Man, I miss those dogs!)  &lt;br /&gt;I helped my mom with last minute details since Christmas Eve and Day are at our house.  And got ready to leave for the restaurant.  &lt;br /&gt;I guess I really am getting older because I look forward to spending time with this side of the family!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day started with my parents and I opening presents.  We had ran out of tape so all my presents were carefully placed so that they wouldn't fall open.  It was pretty entertaining. This is my loot!!!  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandparents and Aunt showed up and we had our little Christmas with them.  This is by far the best gift I gave out this year.  Grandpa Fuzzy didn't want anything but food, so I made him this card with Gift Cards for different restaurants.  He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0191.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Grandpa Fuzzy and my Dad fell asleep after this while we were waiting for the rest of the family to show up.  Of course, as I do every year, I had to document this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the family showed up about 1pm and it was just pure chaos!  I think we had something like 40 people here.  It was fantastic! My cousin Ellen is an excellent chef/baker so she brought her famous cookies!  I didn't want to eat them they look so good!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful! Everyone got a lot of really nice stuff.  I got a lot of gift certificates, but I like that!  Let's see...we also had Peppermintinis.  Those are different but good!  I'm pretty sure that I can safely say I was drunk from Friday-Monday.  And, you might also say that what I did from Wednesday-Friday, I was drunk then too!  But that story is for a totally different day.  &lt;br /&gt;My goal is to attempt to get back into the picture games ya'll play!  It was difficult this past week because I didn't have my computer or pictures with me.  &lt;br /&gt;I never heard from the Sexy Marine which has me rather upset.  I did however, get to see my best friend yesterday!  I love him so much. He's the greatest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113571103658866411?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113571103658866411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113571103658866411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113571103658866411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113571103658866411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/everything-christmas.html' title='Everything Christmas!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113557495451417819</id><published>2005-12-26T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:29:14.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!</title><content type='html'>I promise that when I wake up I will be making a huge post catching up on everything! I had an amazing Christmas and have a lot of pictures to show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113557495451417819?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113557495451417819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113557495451417819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113557495451417819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113557495451417819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113501662421853935</id><published>2005-12-19T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T13:23:44.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Vibrations</title><content type='html'>So I'm a day late!  But the lickable award goes to Mark Wahlberg.  Maybe it's because the dogs and myself watched Boogie Nights last night, but he is a fine man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/wahlberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/wahlberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at those abs...they honestly compare to Usher!  I could be happy looking at Marky Mark for a few hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the dogs wouldn't let me get comfortable at all.  I made the mistake of getting out of bed for a minute and they rearranged themselves in a way that made it impossible to be comfy!  I do love these little guys though and I'm going to be very sad to give them up next week.  Last night, I turned off the tv and they both got up, licked my forehead as if to say goodnight, and then went back to where they were.  It was the sweetest thing ever!  Of course, dog slobber isn't my favorite, but if you could see these two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do some Christmas shopping today.  I can't believe how far behind I am.  I really don't want to go put up with all the stupid people out there though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was nice but I was so bored.  Plus, somehow I managed to piss off one of my friends.  I don't really care though because he's been pissing me off like none other.  He's such a baby.  I'll be interested in seeing if he shows up to my Christmas party on Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113501662421853935?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113501662421853935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113501662421853935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113501662421853935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113501662421853935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-vibrations.html' title='Good Vibrations'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113484649596271827</id><published>2005-12-17T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T14:08:16.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humping the air</title><content type='html'>Before I explain the title to this, let me please freak out about the number of comments I got yesterday?!!!  It was like freaking Christmas!  I was so excited!  Keep it up!  Feed my addiction people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my first night in the House Of Dog.  The little pug, Otis, will hump anything. He proved this by randomly humping the air.   Nothing in front of him.  Just started going to town on the invisible thing in front of him.  Pace, the lab, just sits there and looks at Otis like he's crazy.  &lt;br /&gt;They both like to cuddle at night.  Good thing my cousins have a king size bed for me to be in because the dogs take up most of the room!  When you crawl into bed for the night, you had better find a position to be in ALL NIGHT LONG because once you are comfortable, both dogs come up next to you and find where they are most comfy.  And then they lay there.  Otis snores like mad.  Pace twitches and whimpers.  &lt;br /&gt;I'm so taking my camera back to the house and having a photo session with them!  &lt;br /&gt;I have to go to a wedding tonight.  I'm not looking forward to it.  I'm not feel well...again.  I have a head cold.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113484649596271827?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113484649596271827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113484649596271827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113484649596271827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113484649596271827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/humping-air.html' title='Humping the air'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113475615316969588</id><published>2005-12-16T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:13:53.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPF-Red, Green, and decorate!</title><content type='html'>It's friday which means I get sent around taking pictures of things.  Some people are keeping it holiday like....well, I think enough people did that so it's time for me to just be silly!  Todays assignment was to find something Green, something Red, and something you decorate.  Well it sounds easy enough so I decided to be a little more tricky!&lt;br /&gt;Something red:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my favorite scented candle from Yankee Candle Company, Macintosh!  I even have the lotion!  Even my lighter is red!  You can see in the background my garbage bag and laundry! Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;Something Green:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face of my favorite pair of slippers.  Ok, so there is only one here but you get the point!  I mostly wear these to piss off my Grandma when she's around because she hates them.  She thinks that no grown woman should wear animal slippers.&lt;br /&gt;Something I decorate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decorate all the letters that I write to my boyfriend.  It's really just an excuse for me to play with markers or colored pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And scrapbooks.  I decorate those!  This is one of my first pages ever so don't make fun of it!  I did this about 2 years ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did my assignment for the week.  And yes, I'm going to pat myself on the back for that!!  I only went to my cousins house to let the dogs out this morning and I'm already covered in dog hair!  It's going to be a long week!  Oh, and my leg was humped by the pug.  Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113475615316969588?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113475615316969588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113475615316969588' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113475615316969588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113475615316969588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/spf-red-green-and-decorate.html' title='SPF-Red, Green, and decorate!'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113468964897514738</id><published>2005-12-15T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:34:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My personal trainer asked me to bake him cookies.</title><content type='html'>I worked out yesterday.  And my damn trainer worked me so hard that I threw up before I left the place. I'm not lying.  And, today I can't lift my arms.  I've been trying to put my hair up uall day!!  As we were running/walking around the track, my personal trainer asked me to bake him cookies.  Something about that doesn't seem right!  And he said he was going to come over and drink vodka with me.  Hahaha!!  Some trainer!  &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow starts my week long job of house/dog sitting.  I get to move into my cousins house while they are on a cruise.  I'm rather excited.  I get two puppies, a pug and a golden lab!  These are 2 of the most adorable dogs ever! They love to cuddle!  Now I know most pugs are cute, but this picture just shows why Otis is the cutest pug ever!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0977.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I somehow managed to get a picture of the dog smiling!  And the way it snorts...so cute! I'm sure I'll be taking tons of pictures of these dogs over the next week.  Oh, and when you go to leave, he starts crying!  The lab, Pace, and I can't even begin to tell you how that's pronounced because it's not like it looks, is adorable.  She is just a lover.  &lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I have to go to a wedding.  Yet another event where I have to go alone because my boyfriend is in Iraq.  I guess I don't really mind.  I'm gonna use the puppies as an excuse to leave early!  And I'm going to be wrapping all my gifts and baking all week!  The best part is, I'm only 20 minutes away from home.  I have to finish up my scrapbook I'm making for my friend because I'm giving it to her next Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Is Christmas really only like a week away?  Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10685788-113468964897514738?l=livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/feeds/113468964897514738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10685788&amp;postID=113468964897514738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113468964897514738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10685788/posts/default/113468964897514738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livelikeyouweredyin.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-personal-trainer-asked-me-to-bake.html' title='My personal trainer asked me to bake him cookies.'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07596823542740040309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/mandekins51/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10685788.post-113453822955847702</id><published>2005-12-14T00:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:30:29.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chung-ful day</title><content type='html'>Today was my final.  I know I got my name right.  But that's where I stop being sure of myself.  I'm pretty sure I put down the wrong date.  Oh well.  There's this website you can go to called ratemyprofessor.com or something like that.  Well, my professor has the funniest reviews.  They all say how incredibly boring she is.  If I can figure out how to link to that in here, I will because it makes for a great read! I'm so happy that this semester is finally over.  Seriously, the longest 16 weeks of my life.  &lt;br /&gt;I met the girls, Jacki and Christi, at the mall for lunch and to see Santa.  I'm pretty sure Santa was a pervert.  When the three of us gathered around, he said "This is what I like, 3 Hot women with nice bodies coming to sit on my lap".  Umm...Merry Christmas Santa!  Keep the yule log in your pants buddy!&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch at the Asian Chao place.  That is seriously the name.  Anyways...(keep in mind it's ASIAN). So my boy Chung was there again. Remember him from last week!?  Well he was working with Manuel.  (Notice the name there)  I walk up to the ASIAN food place and am greeted with an Hola.  What the shit?  I'm going to order what I think is bourban chicken and it will probably come with a side of guacamole. (or however the hell you spell that)   And needless to say, Chung's food made me feel really ill. And again, Chung was talking about wine, snowbunny, and whathave you.  Why?  I don't like you Chung!!  We aren't soul mates.  We will never create sweet asian lovin.  No.  &lt;br /&gt;I bought some cigars for my Dad for Christmas.  He's such a hard man to buy for and I refuse to buy my father underwear.  That's just disgusting! But anyway, as the chick was ringing up my purchase Christi and Jacki came in and asked who this was for.  I said it was for my Dad and the cashier chick commented on how much I was spending on my father.  That a daughter should spoil her father???  What the shit?  That man has put up with more crap from me and I should spend money on him?  Yea, right.  &lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/1600/IMG_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1194/837/320/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days ago, I posted about the big blow up thing we got for our yard.  Well, it didn't really reach to the area we wanted to put it.  So we put it right on our front porch looking thru a window.  So, I thought I'd put up a picture of it. Mostly because I can't go a day without posting pictures.  I don't know if this is the greatest spot for it, but I guess it will do.  I'd rather have it on the roof.  Because I'm stupid like that and I like to risk my life going up on ladders and roofs.  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