<?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-7350478754543089820</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:20:47.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked Awesome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-3287329295874182595</id><published>2009-05-20T18:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:31:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P90x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once again I've been betting... with my husband.  We got a workout program called P90x and we've heard it's really intense.  So we decided to motivate ourselves by betting each other.  He started the program 2 weeks ago and has lost 6 lbs!  I just started on Monday... I haven't weighed in yet but I figure I will in a week and see how it goes!&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/7350478754543089820-3287329295874182595?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/3287329295874182595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/05/p90x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/3287329295874182595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/3287329295874182595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/05/p90x.html' title='P90x'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-9020479283364896556</id><published>2009-04-30T13:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:34:13.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAY!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I am no longer a child!  At 8 am this morning I was no longer a metal mouth!  Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-9020479283364896556?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/9020479283364896556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/9020479283364896556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/9020479283364896556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeay.html' title='YEAY!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-4267224844432545611</id><published>2009-03-19T19:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:08:57.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NCAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the record, I couldn't care less about the NCAA March Madness tournament... but, my hubby loves it and he always bets on a bracket.  Based on how many games he guesses correctly is how many points he gets... the person with the most points wins!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... last year I filled out a bracket just for fun.. and ended up at least beating him... This year we filled out the brackets and today is day one of the tournament and I am 8 for 8!! Not that I want to jinx myself... but it's pretty funny that I know diddely squat about college basketball and I just happen to guess the correct teams!&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/7350478754543089820-4267224844432545611?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/4267224844432545611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4267224844432545611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4267224844432545611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/03/ncaa.html' title='NCAA'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-551399808876286007</id><published>2009-02-26T17:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:55:48.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bought the cooolest yarn the other day and I have not even been able to touch it!  Now I decided I want another color to start off my blanket so I have to go get more yarn so I still haven't started my blanket and I am dying. Literally dying. I just want to crochet!!! Why God, why!??&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/7350478754543089820-551399808876286007?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/551399808876286007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-nerd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/551399808876286007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/551399808876286007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-nerd.html' title='I am such a nerd'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-7734207025302165389</id><published>2009-02-18T19:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:44:26.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boss got stuck in the elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True story!! Ha ha. My boss calls me this morning and he says "I need your expertise."  Which usually means he wants me to help a customer or something, but this time it wasn't for that.  So I asked him with what and he says "I'm stuck in the elevator."  What am I supposed to do!?? I'm like, why don't you press the emergency button in the elevator!  He's like, Oh yeah.  haha so I called fleet and facilities and they came and got him out.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I told everyone that he was stuck in the elevator and apparently he was on the 3rd floor (and we're on the 4th) so I made this girl go and yell down the elevator shaft at him :)  Overall, very funny experience!&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/7350478754543089820-7734207025302165389?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/7734207025302165389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boss-got-stuck-in-elevator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/7734207025302165389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/7734207025302165389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-boss-got-stuck-in-elevator.html' title='My boss got stuck in the elevator'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-4854727966271732146</id><published>2009-02-14T12:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:56:20.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D's First Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgLIdedTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jctVHuYSQaA/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302742461873812786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgLIdedTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jctVHuYSQaA/s200/snow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;D loves the snow and he comes out and plays in the snow while I shovel.  I usually just through snowballs for him and he chases after them or catches them in his mouth, but today we built a snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgLBSeVwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_rR-bS3t5o4/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302742459948619522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgLBSeVwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_rR-bS3t5o4/s200/snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the snowman might have looked better if D would've stopped eating it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgK6htUHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mlqCahO721w/s1600-h/d%27ssnowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302742458133467250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgK6htUHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/mlqCahO721w/s200/d%27ssnowman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-4854727966271732146?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/4854727966271732146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/ds-first-snowman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4854727966271732146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4854727966271732146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/ds-first-snowman.html' title='D&apos;s First Snowman'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SZcgLIdedTI/AAAAAAAAAGo/jctVHuYSQaA/s72-c/snow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-7614004522227241090</id><published>2009-02-13T16:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:26:08.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now I'm dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Dirty like dirt dirty not naughty dirty.  So there is this wonderful building that we support (IT) that is just 100 yards away.... just enough to be a pain to walk there, and a girl calls and says "My monitor went out and my computer smells like burnt."  ??!! Burnt??!! Burnt what?  Like burning? Anyway so I go the 100 yards and get the computer all paranoid like I'm going to get shocked to death and I bring it back the 100 yards and open it up and it's covered in dust! So I spray it out (Icky) and I let it run for a little bit and it seemed just fine and didn't stink like Burnt. So I took it back the 100 yards and plugged it in and nothing... the monitor wouldn't turn on. GREAT. In the mean time the girl who sits at the computer next to this computer wanted to know if her computer was dirty so I opened it up and of course... filthy so we spray it with keyboard spray and dust goes everywhere! It's all over me now. bleh. Then I come back the 100 yards and get a monitor and take it over the 100 yards and start setting it up and there is this plastic piece thingy (that's the technical term) that covers the hole in the desk where the cables go through and the thing was too small and I couldn't get the old cable ends out or get the new ones in! Stupid and it had a screw in it (for what I don't actually know) and so I think 'well I'll be able to remove the plastic piece thingy if I take out the screwdriver.'  So they dont' have a screw driver big enough for this so I go the 100 yards back to my building and get a screw driver and go back the 100 yards and take the screw out and the plastic piece still wouldn't move!!! Stupid! So I push it hard and it comes out.... :( and I put the monitor together and it works... Crap. And now I'm just dirty and walked 800yards just for that situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-7614004522227241090?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/7614004522227241090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-now-im-dirty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/7614004522227241090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/7614004522227241090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-now-im-dirty.html' title='And now I&apos;m dirty'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-1845193208959152426</id><published>2009-02-06T21:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:18:06.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? A model?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This guy that I work with just started as a part-time talent agent...  He was telling us that he just finds people with potential and then sends them to the agency he works with... So JOKINGLY I asked him if he saw potential in me :)  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he's like well you could model... Me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! (I'll admit, I blushed). So I tell him I'm just kidding and there is no way that I would make it as a model, I'm not tall enough, skinny enough, or just plain good looking enough (not to mention... I have braces!!!!)  Then we went on the website for his agency and they have all the model's measurements! Seriously.. but then we found some girls who were my size, and short like me... and some girls who (in my book) are not cute at all!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then he tells me that they want all their models to have at least a few months of training so if they saw potential in me I could train while I still have my braces... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still doubt I would ever be a model but at the same time... I wonder... Wouldn't it be nice? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On one hand, if they did like me (if I even go, if they even call!) that would be the ultimate ego boost... but if they didn't like me... BURN. Now I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't because if I don't go, I'll always wonder.&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/7350478754543089820-1845193208959152426?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/1845193208959152426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-model.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1845193208959152426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1845193208959152426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-model.html' title='Me? A model?'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-1868663303207827808</id><published>2009-02-03T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:19:33.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustach Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met this girl (who shall remain nameless) on Saturday that bugged the crap out of me.  She was way too forward and acted like we were long-time buddies... but I didn't care for her.  Plus, she had a mustach... and I understand some ladies have mustaches but it needs to be groomed ladies!! and base doesn't do the trick, it may in fact emphasis the upper lip hairs.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't pick on mustach girl if that's all that I had seen of her but she went on facebook and already requested my friendship! Seriously... I haven't accepted her yet because I don't know her and I feel like it's way too soon in our relationship to be friends on facebook... I don't know her and she doesn't need to be all up in my binez..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then!!! She went and posted my awesome birthday cake that had nothing in the world to do with her! I was going to post that picture because it has to do with me and myyyyyyy friends. Stupid mustach girl.. get out of my life!&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/7350478754543089820-1868663303207827808?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/1868663303207827808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/mustach-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1868663303207827808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1868663303207827808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/mustach-girl.html' title='Mustach Girl'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-5686397410398872327</id><published>2009-02-01T09:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:20:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joint Birthday Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYXUvNmY8HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SGNolQX4v7c/s1600-h/bdaycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297874444240875634" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYXUvNmY8HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SGNolQX4v7c/s200/bdaycake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYXUvCeZftI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1Q6aDZCKd6A/s1600-h/britcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297874441254567634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYXUvCeZftI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1Q6aDZCKd6A/s200/britcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason (aka Chili), Turtle, me, Kody, and Ashton all have birthdays in January and Annie got us all this yummy ice cream cake last night to celebrate! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kody Jan 17th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me Jan 21st&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashton Jan 25th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turtle Jan 27th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chili Jan 29th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I even got the piece of cake with my name on it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of us except Kody are Aquarius's... Therefore we are "excentric and wierd."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-5686397410398872327?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/5686397410398872327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/joint-birthday-extravaganza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/5686397410398872327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/5686397410398872327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/02/joint-birthday-extravaganza.html' title='Joint Birthday Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYXUvNmY8HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/SGNolQX4v7c/s72-c/bdaycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-3883992495592268958</id><published>2009-01-31T19:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:44:51.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYULrIAXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UA_bv88hCA8/s1600-h/0127091427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297653372182566338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYULrIAXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UA_bv88hCA8/s400/0127091427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I don't call him Gus anymore. I haven't called him that in a long time. I think I must have called him a cutie patootie and then just shortened it to tootie somehow.  I don't think he'd respond to Gus anymore.  I love how he thinks he so big.  I don't know how anyone can't love this face! Seriously. I love my little toot.&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/7350478754543089820-3883992495592268958?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/3883992495592268958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/tootie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/3883992495592268958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/3883992495592268958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/tootie.html' title='Tootie'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYULrIAXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UA_bv88hCA8/s72-c/0127091427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-1388458271905013285</id><published>2009-01-31T19:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:38:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby-D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYUJgyvdROI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9v1mKhnM8V0/s1600-h/0105090719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650995652543714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYUJgyvdROI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9v1mKhnM8V0/s400/0105090719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Look at him!  I have to say my 60 lb boxer is 9 times out of 10 a pain, but most mornings he is the cutest!  He knows after I get ready for the day that I have to put him in the kennel and he thinks if he's quiet I won't notice him and won't put him away... He's being very very sneaky... You can still see his squishy lips :) that's my Baby-D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-1388458271905013285?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/1388458271905013285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1388458271905013285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/1388458271905013285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-d.html' title='Baby-D'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYUJgyvdROI/AAAAAAAAAF4/9v1mKhnM8V0/s72-c/0105090719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-4381637204681811838</id><published>2009-01-30T19:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:27:24.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little big kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi, I'm Brittany and I am 23 and have braces.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how you slice it I look twelve with braces.  So, I decided to have fun with it.  Right now I'm rocking the RAINBOW look... yes that just happened.  I figured I really can't look my age with braces and I want to have colored braces because I plan on never having them again!&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/7350478754543089820-4381637204681811838?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/4381637204681811838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-big-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4381637204681811838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4381637204681811838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-big-kid.html' title='Little big kid'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-4654435884627226066</id><published>2009-01-30T15:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:41:18.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ogden Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Training for a marathon is not only physically demanding but it's really time consuming.  My best friend and I were going to run the half marathon in Ogden this year but with both of us going to school full time and working more than part time we just don't have the spare time to train!  I barely have enough time to work out when I do!  (I mean, American Idol just started!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tentative half marathon schedule link :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;http://www.halhigdon.com/halfmarathon/novice.htm... once you look at it you will understand what I mean. HOLY NUTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So now we're running the relay in the Ogden Marathon.  There will be 5 people on our relay team "Fatal Error."  The first runner starts at the beginning of the race and runs 7 miles, the next person runs 6, the next 5, the next 5 and the last person runs 3 miles to the finish line.  All of the runners are IT bums that I work with. I don't think by any means that we will place at all but I think it will motivate me to train for the half (or full) marathon next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Also, Go Tracie for running the full marathon two years in a row!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-4654435884627226066?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/4654435884627226066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/ogden-marathon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4654435884627226066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/4654435884627226066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/ogden-marathon.html' title='Ogden Marathon'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7350478754543089820.post-5370465526364196464</id><published>2009-01-30T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T13:42:42.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SuperBowl XLIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;! Go...... Whoever!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; for the yummy food and beverages and the kick-A commercials.  This year my Tampa Bay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bucs&lt;/span&gt; didn't make the cut for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Superbowl&lt;/span&gt; and I'm torn on who to cheer for.  The Cardinals are the underdogs and everyone wants them to win but I have to be honest I like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Steelers&lt;/span&gt;. I had Ben as my QB for a while in Fantasy Football and I feel I owe it to him to root him on!  He had a rough go for a while but he's a tough player and I want him to win!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;On the other hand... I did have Kurt Warner as my QB in the final part of fantasy football but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;t's&lt;/span&gt; when he sucked. He would throw over 300 yards every game except when I finally get him on my team! Stupid head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I guess I've come to this conclusion GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;STEELERS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYNl81ueayI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bgBU_dV9tK8/s1600-h/PittsburghSteelers_Electric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYNl81ueayI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bgBU_dV9tK8/s400/PittsburghSteelers_Electric.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189682606402338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7350478754543089820-5370465526364196464?l=bubbleslouise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/feeds/5370465526364196464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-xliii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/5370465526364196464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7350478754543089820/posts/default/5370465526364196464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbleslouise.blogspot.com/2009/01/superbowl-xliii.html' title='SuperBowl XLIII'/><author><name>Brittany and Erik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08984157723500131727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SPDCRfid5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wrhysSKaSEw/S220/Picture+125.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lapwsu6IkHI/SYNl81ueayI/AAAAAAAAAFc/bgBU_dV9tK8/s72-c/PittsburghSteelers_Electric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
