<?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-18070768</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:15:18.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LovelyLisa23</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-116397819216347656</id><published>2006-11-19T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:16:32.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimpin' Ain't Easy</title><content type='html'>For Pictures go to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lucylocket1118"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lucylocket1118&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast! Hope all that came had fun and took all thier goodies with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-116397819216347656?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/116397819216347656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=116397819216347656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/116397819216347656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/116397819216347656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/11/pimpin-aint-easy.html' title='Pimpin&apos; Ain&apos;t Easy'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-115924041096810147</id><published>2006-09-25T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:14:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two &amp; a Half Men</title><content type='html'>Now I rarely watch this show but, I feel I must quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women with big boobs work at Hooters, Do you know where women with one leg work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Hop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! I love stupid jokes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-115924041096810147?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/115924041096810147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=115924041096810147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/115924041096810147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/115924041096810147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-half-men.html' title='Two &amp; a Half Men'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-115872726950118455</id><published>2006-09-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:25:38.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second, Thirds, Fouths Chances?</title><content type='html'>I am going to try blogging, yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on hiatus for the last few months because things have recently felt like they were spiraling downward with no bottom in site. Various things with school, projects I should be working on, losing my position in cosmetics that i really loved, no prospects of Mr. Right, or even right now, and no moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well most of these items are still in play but I have finally hit bottom and I am on my way back up. A few weeks ago I found a new position at the new Macy's that was 30 hours, so i applied and today i found out that I got the job!! Like I said it's 30 hours and a pay increase. So that helps with the prospects of actually looking for a place to move again. Long story short for about the past month i have been working in the children dept. Making the same amount minus commission and half the hours I was getting in either cosmetics or when i was in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have started looking for apartments again, I see schools end in sight and I am currently working on my first job as an Interior Designer. I am remodeling a kitchen that has been quiet challenging but well worth it. And my favorite team is starting their season soon! That's right the Spirit are back for another thrilling season I need my hockey/hot boy/jail bait/fighting fix. Cross your fingers that I can still get seats for opening game night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that have happened... I took a trip to California to visit my brother and his wife. A &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;few trying times as always but really what more can you expect when you live in a one bedroom apt for a week with your entire family, but all in all a great trip. And I took way to many pics to even try and post my favorites here. But my favorite thing about Cali, I found out that I am going to be an AUNT!! Yeah for me! I am very excited, I have even found a shirt online that says "Soon to be Aunt" and some others that I am saving to surprise my brother at the shower. And on that same note I need to move out of the kids dept as soon as possible, because I have been purchasing things left and right, and I don't even know what the sex is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/me%20and%20nol.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/me%20and%20nol.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last, but certainly not least, I am getting ready to travel to the other side of the United States to visit my kindred spirit, Mr. Noland King for his birthday next week. Looking very forward to that and to finally meeting all these people he has been telling me about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-115872726950118455?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/115872726950118455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=115872726950118455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/115872726950118455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/115872726950118455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/09/second-thirds-fouths-chances.html' title='Second, Thirds, Fouths Chances?'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114912409983674653</id><published>2006-05-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:08:24.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Rubber? Gas Leak? ...</title><content type='html'>11:55 - Let dog outside to go pee&lt;br /&gt;12:05- Smell odd aroma&lt;br /&gt;12:05-12:15- Search for possible gas leak or origin of stench&lt;br /&gt;12:16- wake up father to see if he can figure out weird aroma&lt;br /&gt;12:18- let dog inside, check garage for anything odd looking&lt;br /&gt;12:19- Flip on back yard light and peak out door, see odor... a big ass SKUNK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Skunk%20485090.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Skunk%20485090.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes you heard that right. Nasty black and white animal that sprays and stinks, and what did it spray? You probably figured out, my lovely puppy dog Shadow. So while we were searching for the source of stench my dog was in our living room rolling around in our living room on the carpet. So our dog, living room, kitchen, garage, back yard basically everything reeks, and still reeks today. So we scrubbed the dog down with tomato paste then shampoo, and like everything else he still smells bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning I received a call from my mother at around 7:55. Telling me that i had better, really scrub myself before I went to work, because apparently when anyone walked passed her office they could smell skunk. So I scrubbed down in the shower with tomato paste, shower scrub and shower gel and then sprayed myself down with perfume. Needless to say, when i went to work i didn't smell like skunk! YEAH! And then after work I was in charge of going to the store to see if i could find some sort of carpet cleaner that we could use and the air out the house. Unfortunately it still smells....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know the cure all for skunks?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114912409983674653?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114912409983674653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114912409983674653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114912409983674653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114912409983674653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/burning-rubber-gas-leak.html' title='Burning Rubber? Gas Leak? ...'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114910533021971460</id><published>2006-05-31T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:55:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Dried raisin, the Human Kind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/donatella_versace_tan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/donatella_versace_tan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another story from cosmetics, start getting use to it! Today I saw the scariest thing i have seen in a while. A woman that was so dark from fake bake she probably could have passed herself off as African American, she kind of looked like Donatella Versace but darker if you can imagine. Then as if that wasn't bad enough she was a heavier set woman wearing daisy duke cut off jean shorts and a skimpy tank that let her bosoms run free. Do people no longer own mirrors in their houses? It's one thing to have good self esteem that you would wear that out of your house but are you kidding me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114910533021971460?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114910533021971460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114910533021971460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114910533021971460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114910533021971460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/sun-dried-raisin-human-kind.html' title='Sun Dried raisin, the Human Kind'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114910413364126805</id><published>2006-05-31T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:40:38.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Going Golfing Later?</title><content type='html'>Now that I work in the lower level of Marshall Fields I get to see tons more people that i did upstairs. This leads me to my post. I love to people watch and the thing I like most about people watching is making fun of others. I know this is bad to admit and I am sure there are days when people do it to me but here's the thing it's fun. Especially doing it with others. And when ever I see some one that's completely tragic I think of my friend Noland, I want to take a picture and send it to him just to hear what comment would fly out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/plaid_pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/plaid_pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason I am writing this because I saw some doosies my last round working in Cosmetics. There were these two girls, both in extremely colorful plaid bottoms (one in capris, the other in shorts) and one of them was even wearing a horizontally striped shirt, then to top off the look they were both wearing, what I can only describe as "Newsie" paperboy caps... also plaid. I think it would&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/PaperBoy-Hat_Popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="110" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/PaperBoy-Hat_Popup.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have been one thing to be wearing plaid, and granted some plaids aren't that bad, but to be an identical twin walking down the isles of the mall together is quiet another. Then came the kicker... a THIRD girl in a &lt;em&gt;hideous&lt;/em&gt; brown and cream plaid bottom (no cap) walked by and joined the other two getting yogurt and then walked out into the mall. Was it plaid day and no one bother to tell me?! It wasn't even a school day, so you can blame it on school spirit! Is plaid really that in?! Should I be trying to learn the songs from "Forever Plaid"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114910413364126805?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114910413364126805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114910413364126805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114910413364126805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114910413364126805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/are-we-going-golfing-later.html' title='Are We Going Golfing Later?'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114843988957202436</id><published>2006-05-23T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:04:49.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lancome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/lancome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/lancome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was my first day down in cosmetics and it was an event to see. It first started with my finding out that the woman who was supposed to train me had a funeral so she wouldn't be coming in that day and that the person they got to cover the shift was one who worked in men's fragrance that didn't know anything about the products... Then it got even better, I was there &lt;em&gt;MAYBE&lt;/em&gt; 15 minutes and the girl that was there from 9:45-5:00 was leaving for her lunch and would be out of the store for the next hour! Great!!! And, of course, she was only gone another 15 minutes and my first transaction was an exchange so I had three people telling my how to ring it up one way, then another way, and back to the first way, and then call a manager because they have to ok the credit to the woman's account, and it's Lancome's free gift so I was very busy and very confused for my whole 7 hour shift! One the up note I learned a lot and fast, I even did two make-overs and started building clientele! Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also worked this morning with my trainer who sat down majority of the time gave me a book about the product, told me to read up on one thing and then go find where the stock was at the counter... Very tedious since I learned where most stuff was on my first day when I was looking for it by myself. But we'll see how it goes. I work tomorrow, Thursday and Saturday in that area by myself and then it's off to a new counter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114843988957202436?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114843988957202436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114843988957202436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114843988957202436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114843988957202436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/lancome.html' title='Lancome'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114843747256604528</id><published>2006-05-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:24:32.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Downstairs Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not going to say much about this evening since I seem to be blanking on a lot of things but the basic premise went like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was switching depts at Marshall Fields my co-workers and I decided to have a going downstairs party at my favorite hang out, the Junction. My friend Amber and her husband Barry, started with dinner at the American Legion visiting our other co-worker Marta at her other job. That was around 6:00/6:30 and Marta started us off with a free pitcher. After a delicious Pork dinner we went back to Amber and Barry's house to chill and drink more until 9:30 rolled around (party est. time start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my manager and a co-worker were already there at 9:00 and wanted us to get there. I remember a little more than an hour and a half of events and then it starts to get foggy.... and that's all &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;am going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/13810667_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/13810667_l.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Events of the night have been unfolded and it seems whether you went to the party or not the entire restaurant staff heard the happenings, needless to say I was a little embarrassed when I went to work Saturday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114843747256604528?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114843747256604528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114843747256604528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114843747256604528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114843747256604528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-downstairs-party.html' title='Going Downstairs Party'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114738388800208145</id><published>2006-05-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:44:48.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change in Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/lipsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/lipsticks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, let it be told, I have taken a new job!! I will no longer be working at the wonderful Lakeshore Grill, instead I will be the cosmetic bitch! I am now the "bench girl" in cosmetics of MF. I will learn all the different types of cosmetics and fill in for people that are off, on sick leave, vacation, or just plain busy. It will be quiet different and I am sure a challenge but I am up for it! So wish me luck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114738388800208145?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114738388800208145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114738388800208145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114738388800208145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114738388800208145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/change-in-scenery.html' title='A Change in Scenery'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114669461479281764</id><published>2006-05-03T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T15:16:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Goes My Self-Esteem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/aha0028l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/aha0028l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I worked this morning and after a "discussion" with one of our guests I wanted to run to a computer and bitch. So here is the scene... I am checking on tables making sure that everything is scrumptious and one of our regulars, an old crabby lady that everyone hates, but you learn to deal with her so she's ok... That is until she flags me down and starts the conversation with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean Old Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;" You want to loose weight don't you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(in my head) no I want to stay the size of a whale for the rest of my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean Bitter Old Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:"I mean seriously, my daughter has a weight problem and she is having a hard time taking it off to, but if you want some dieting advice don't eat flour or sugar. It sounds simple but it's not. But if you really want to loose weight you should try it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: (&lt;em&gt;still in my head) WOW if I only had this information sooner I could be a model in California, instead of this pathetic fat girl working at a shitty restaurant&lt;/em&gt;, I mean seriously what does one say to that!? I mean if I wasn't working I would have told her to shove it and get the hell away from me, but I am in crowded dining room and dumbfounded! Then she continues about how all her family, except for her, have weight problems and how her son gets very upset when she talks about it. WELL DUH! You would think that would be a hint not to tell total strangers they need to loose weight!!!! Right?! Then comes the kicker, as if the whole situation wasn't bad enough, she tells me that I really should diet and that she'll "be back in to &lt;strong&gt;CHECK ON ME&lt;/strong&gt;"!! At this point I was over joyed when I saw people at the door where I then sprinted away from the crochetty old woman and hoped to god no one else heard what she was saying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114669461479281764?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114669461479281764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114669461479281764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114669461479281764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114669461479281764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-goes-my-self-esteem.html' title='There Goes My Self-Esteem!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114655705359684600</id><published>2006-05-02T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T01:06:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/B00005QXDD.01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/B00005QXDD.01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to my sister-in-law and brother there is a song stuck in my head and to tell the truth I don't really mind because I really like it. Its "Wonderboy" by Tenacious D. Jack Black sings it and its hilarious! Other quality songs from the CD are "Fuck Her Gently", "Double Team", "Drive Thru" they are all so raunchy but they are hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114655705359684600?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114655705359684600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114655705359684600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114655705359684600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114655705359684600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-favorite.html' title='A New Favorite'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114551736522353645</id><published>2006-04-20T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:19:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20140.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20142.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20142.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So along with my mother's birthday I celebrated my friend Nikki's birth on Saturday. We started at the Junction which oddly enough has become the new hang out for my co-workers to come to, I realize it's my fault but I think it's quiet funny. Nikki and her girl friend Tessa, also one of my co-workers, have been hanging out with Scott and I there for about a month now. Any way I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at the Junction and were having a great time when some of our other co-workers wanted to switch bars and go to the shuck hotel. I have only been in there once before that night and wasn't excited to leave but since it wasn't my birthday I agreed. So Nikki, Tessa, and Kelly S and i piled into my car and drove down there. When we got there i found out I had to pay a $3 cover for a band, and that my long island would cost me, ready for this, $7. I was pissed, I could have stayed at the junction and got loaded on $3 long islands! And i do realize this isn't really a lot to pay for a long island and if i was in another city it would be so much more, but im not. I am in Saginaw on Hamilton Street where even at the pub or woody's a long island is only $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the prices only really go to me because after being there for maybe ten minutes the people who wanted to leave the junction left the shuck without even saying goodbye. I find this extremely rude. Don't move the party and not stay until close, which was probably in another half hour! Pretty shady I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20152.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But while we were there i ran into my design girls from my Detroit trip and they bought me a drink and we danced and ended up having a good time. Then came the funniest thing the whole evening, the one the only Birthday girl ripping off her ripped pair of skivvies in the bar. It's not a real party if someone doesn't loose their underwear, right?! The picture to the right is of Tessa holding them up next to Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar Tessa, Kelly and I took Nikki to breakfast for her real birthday at the Texan where Nikki got the breakfast bar and coated everything she ate with syrup. It was a great night! Happy Birthday / Easter Nikki !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114551736522353645?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114551736522353645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114551736522353645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551736522353645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551736522353645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/04/yet-another-birthday.html' title='Yet Another Birthday'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114551581879066497</id><published>2006-04-20T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:50:18.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/Picture%20138.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my mother's birthday was Saturday (Tax Day) This is her with the cookbook I bought her (She would hate me if she found out I put her Picture here, shhhh!). I took the day off and my parents and I went everywhere it seems. First we lounged around the house, then out to lunch at Hunan's Chinese Restaurant. I love this place by the way, very tasty. Then we went shopping, lots and lots of shopping! And although it was my mother's birthday I bought the cutest outfit for myself. I love it! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the thing I was dreading all day. We went to dinner. And usually I enjoy going out to eat but when it's mom's choice and her birthday, we go to Red Lobster. BOO. I hate seafood! I hate the texture the look and especially the smell! We have a lobster bisque at my restaurant that they bring back every Christmas time and seriously I want to hurl! I don't understand how people can eat that stuff. Gross. Sorry if you like seafood but I don't. Anyway, we are sitting at our booth and I am trying to find something to eat and even though it is a seafood restaurant you would thing they would have a selection of food not from the sea. But nope, nothing that sounded appetizing at least. And most of the chicken and steak dinners we chicken and shrimp or steak and lobster or ___ and seafood! Even all the soups ( and they had FOUR) were all seafood. I mean I know I am not the only person who doesn't like seafood but is dragged there upon occasion. Get it together Red Lobster. And then I did the thing hated by all servers, I ordered something not on the menu. I ordered a chicken Caesar. They had a shrimp Caesar and they had chicken breast so I figured, mix it up and I am set! And even though I dislike RL a great deal I must say our server was very sweet about it and my drink was delicious! It was a strawberry colada thing, tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/re4d%20lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/re4d%20lobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a side note I was very disappointed not to see Tim and Andre there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114551581879066497?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114551581879066497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114551581879066497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551581879066497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551581879066497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114551434483745516</id><published>2006-04-14T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:25:44.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Post</title><content type='html'>So it's official i am horrible about keeping this thing up. But any who, what have i been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Detriot a couple of weeks ago for an interior design seminar. I was gone for two days and it felt like forever! The hotel we stayed in was a nightmare but we found a way to get through it... booze. Lots and lots of booze! My friend Casey and I went across the street and bought huge bottles of bacardi 151 hurrican mixes, very tasty and they did the trick, So well in fact that I can't even post the pictures from the evening because they are so incriminating! But on an up note, made very good friends with fellow designers, Estee and Erin! love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I tried to kill my self by choking on an earing... long story short, got drunk and thought i was eating a peice of my taco and chomped down on my earing. Thankfully no real harm was done to me or my earing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt's mother's 95th Birthday (infact the morning after the earing incedent) Ruby is the sweetest person you will ever meet, she's from the south and is a dear! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114551434483745516?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114551434483745516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114551434483745516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551434483745516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114551434483745516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time No Post'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114418913239195540</id><published>2006-04-04T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:18:52.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Longer a Virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/slots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/slots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I did it... I went to the Casino. After five years of resisting temptation, my co-workers and I went to Soaring Eagle Resort and wasted money. All in all I think I figured I really only lost about $20 of my own money. I had a bad start and then a really good ending and was forced to leave at 11:30 So I could take the rest of the people back to Saginaw. And I already have to itch to return to the slots... very bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114418913239195540?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114418913239195540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114418913239195540' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114418913239195540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114418913239195540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-longer-virgin.html' title='No Longer a Virgin'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114342207853183846</id><published>2006-03-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T17:14:38.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not Popcorn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20014.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, but it is. I always thought those people that sold wierd food on ebay were nuts and then the fact that people actually buy it, even crazier! You know the potatoe chip that looks like a smiley face, things like that. Don't get me wrong I still think those people are crazy, but I always figured they did something to manipulate the food, cutting, burning it, what have you. but last night while out with friends, Tessa found a heart in our popcorn bowl. Granted it wasn't a smiley face. But it was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114342207853183846?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114342207853183846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114342207853183846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114342207853183846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114342207853183846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-not-popcorn.html' title='That&apos;s not Popcorn!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114283001989000246</id><published>2006-03-19T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:06:00.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20022.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/Picture%20022.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They say a pictures worth a thousand words. These were the good ones from the night. And in honor of the new me post. I have decided to sing a new song every week to extend my Karaoke knowledge. This week it wasBelinda Carlisle's "Heaven is a Place on Earth" If you have any suggestions I would love to hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Scott why do you always look drunk in my picutres? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20027.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20027.1.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20028.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20028.1.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114283001989000246?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114283001989000246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114283001989000246' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114283001989000246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114283001989000246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114282807904814014</id><published>2006-03-19T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:14:39.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone has a party and don't bother coming over and spending time with their quests. I mean yeah it's not the most fun having to be everywhere at one time and make sure people are having fun, but if you can't hack it don't invite a big group of people. Case in point. My friend Kelley had her 22 birthday party and after a little while we skipped out and went to another bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley had her party at Retro Rocks. I made Scott go for a little while but I mainly went with my other co-worker, Kelly. (I know lot's of Kell(e)y's) It started out in the front of the bar because there weren't that many seats and So we already felt segregated and thing just got worse from there. Retro eventually opened up the back room and we all moved in there. But they wouldn't let us move tables which I thought was bull shit, I'm sorry it's a bar people are going to move shit. Then we moved another time to the other side of the room but table still where separate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we are trying to survive boredom and finally more of my co-workers (Tessa &amp; Nicole shown to your left) showed up. So then it started to pick up but was still lacking. So we left. Mind you that Kelly and I had been there from 10:30-12 and we talked to Birthday Kelley TWICE!! Once when we got there and then once when my other co-workers got there. Even when we were getting ready to leave we couldn't find her so we did just that, left. We ended up deciding on the Hamilton Street Pub, and we had a BLAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20010.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20010.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tessa and I ended up playing the a bunch of erotic games on the computer they have there her, of course, picking Babes, and me picking the Hunks. We had a blast! Then Kelly started calling us and sounded upset. Do you think we were wrong leaving?! I think absolutely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114282807904814014?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114282807904814014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114282807904814014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114282807904814014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114282807904814014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/birthday-bust.html' title='Birthday Bust'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114194310943251476</id><published>2006-03-09T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:25:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Update, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/batman11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/batman11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready baby, it's update time. The new and slightly improved LovelyLisa23 Blog, with a new possible look and many long over due updates. I am working on getting it together you just have to give me time! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114194310943251476?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114194310943251476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114194310943251476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194310943251476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194310943251476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-update-batman_09.html' title='Holy Update, Batman!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114194230924446557</id><published>2006-03-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:26:21.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/4401d35359408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/4401d35359408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it's happened my one really nerdy habit about to be published. I will admit it, My name is Lisa, and I am addicted to the Sims. I love this game with all my might, I seriously turn into the biggest dork when anyone talks about it, I PRE order the newest expansion pack and download things to add to it off the internet. It's bad but I love it! The newest expansion pack just came out and I am loving it (one of the reasons I haven't updated in a while) I play it when ever I get a free chance, it's so much fun and challenging. I'm sorry, I'm getting to excited. I just love it, there.... If you haven't played it I suggest you do, but beware addiction may occur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114194230924446557?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114194230924446557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114194230924446557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194230924446557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194230924446557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114194151693943596</id><published>2006-03-09T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:38:20.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Katie Dubay-Miller. Katie and I have been friends since about seventh grade... I mean we were in Disney Spectacular in fifth grade but we really stated hanging out around seventh grade. We were in Mrs. Cheger's senior choir. The good old days, Academic track, trios, then all the high school choirs and trips, then to theater. We had some good times! Anyway Katie came home to Saginaw to visit, and even though I had the whole weekend off and so did she I saw her twice. Kind of sad. While she was here we went to JB Meinbergs for drinks and had a good time, and then we exchange Christmas gifts the night before she left, yes you heard me right, Christmas. I hadn't seen Katie since her birthday Thanksgiving weekend. It's bad. I am so bad about calling people to see how they are doing and going to visit people, I have decided to work on this more. And I think through out the year I am going to work on "new me" resolutions. Not that the old me is a bad person, she just needs to work on things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114194151693943596?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114194151693943596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114194151693943596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194151693943596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194151693943596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-friend-katie.html' title='My friend Katie'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114194098632399737</id><published>2006-03-09T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:58:56.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friends</title><content type='html'>So within the last few months I have been in many talks about weddings. First my brother, Amber, and anohter one of my co-workers Lyndee. my brother's wedding doesn't really count in this blog because Sarah, My sister-in-law, had my self and her sister as brides maids. But Amber had three girls in her wedding, and Lyndee is going to have, get this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELEVEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; brides maids. This makes me think, if i was getting married in the next few monts my wedding party would be pretty sad. I have my good friend Katie from high school, my sister-in-law, my and Deena and that's about it for close girl friends but even I am not really close to all of them anymore and then there are the I work with but for the most part all my really good friend are male. It's kind of sad really. I mean am really close to my brother and would love to have him as my "man of honor" but he already said no. And then there is my drinking buddy and hopefully room mate Scooter and my hot black lover, Noland. And those are the people i really turn to if i have any sort of problems, them or my mother. Not that any of this is a big deal now since i have no boyfrined and no prospects, I just thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114194098632399737?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114194098632399737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114194098632399737' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194098632399737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194098632399737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/girl-friends.html' title='Girl Friends'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114194002974794707</id><published>2006-03-09T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:33:49.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after being engaged for about a month one of the girls I work with, Amber, got married Saturday, she is now Mrs. Barry Jover. It's so cute, all through the night when we were dancing she would just randomly say, "I got married today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, that is after dinner and I really started to drink. My friend Kelly and I got to the reception maybe 15 minutes before they started to eat and we got one of the the last tables, and there we sat with the weirdest couple. As soon as we sat down the guy was all , can I hang up your coats, get you something to drink, how do you know the couple, It caught us both off guard and they were consistently weird through out the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need less to say it was a really fun night and quiet a few of the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girls from work ended up showing later in the night when they got out of the Lakeshore Grill. There was dancing, drinking, trashed Sister that was the maid of honor, and to my surprise volley ball and hula hoop contests. Has any one else seen this done at a wedding?! I was totally thrown off by it. I mean it looked fun but volleyball at a wedding on the dance floor?! But I guess it stayed in form with the DJ who was also odd, every genre of music he played he changed hats, and near the end of the night he was wearing one of those reggae wigs and a blow up guitar on a table rocking out to some song that I can't quite remember. But all in all a fun night, Congrats Amber!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114194002974794707?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114194002974794707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114194002974794707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194002974794707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114194002974794707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/quickie-wedding.html' title='Quickie Wedding'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114193889402464234</id><published>2006-03-09T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:15:16.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20112.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So It was an interesting night that i feel started off in what could only be known as true mardi gras style, buying a ticket (pub crawl), ordering a beer, getting beads, and being spanked in the ass infront of all to see! Let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started at work when my friend Jeremy (one of the cooks) told me there was a pub crawl on Hamilton that night and i was like I'm going! we decided we would try and meet up. The other encouraging factor was that we are having an mardi gras competition at the LSG and we had just gotten all the prized and a whole bunch of necklaces and my boss, Mare, gave everyone that was going to the crawl a shit load of beads to wear. I always find it interesting when your boss encourages you to go out drinking... especially when you work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I called Scott and was like we are going, so we start at Woody's and buy a ticket for $5 and then every bar we go to the first beer is only $1.50 Not bad at all! So Scott and I are getting our beers and we see these awsome Bud Light Jester hats, and Scott wanted one, later we find out they are for games that the DJ was going to do. So then Scott's sister showed up and we &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were talking about the hats, and some how she thought that i wanted the hat so she went up to the DJ and asked what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had to do to win the hat. And even when the DJ asked if it was me who wanted the hat and found out I didn't i was the one who would have to win it for scott. So thanks scott. All in all i didn't have to do anything to crazy just get spanked by scott infront of the whole bar and then I got to return the favor. Then only bad thing about the whole thing was that we didn't even get the hats we wanted... booo. Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114193889402464234?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114193889402464234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114193889402464234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114193889402464234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114193889402464234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/03/mardi-gras.html' title='Mardi Gras'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-114057658192332549</id><published>2006-02-21T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:02:35.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a party with Penis Cakes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Saturday night was my friend Amber's bachelorette party and I was in charge of bringing the cake, penis cake that is, and hopefully I won't get in trouble for posting the following pictures.... (this was one of the broken ones, the other's turned out much better, but I forgot to take a pic of the whole tray)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time with my girls from work, which is where I met Amber. We ended up going to the junction and sang karaoke and drank, order shots, sang more and took like 20 of the same picture trying to get me and my friend Kelly with her eyes open, and of course, drinking out of penis straws. Ahhh, good times. Oh this evening also marked the first day I actually won more money than I put into Keno. Amber had this scavenger hunt she had to fill out and one of the things to get was a played keno slip. So I decided I would pay a dollar so she could finish her hunt. I picked ten numbers, bet $1, and played once. And believe it or not I won $10!!!!!!!!! I was so excited! See doing something for others can be rewarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then Sunday I had to be to work at 9 am to set up our dining room for a bridal shower we were doing. And to tell the truth I wasn't sure whether my headache was from drinking so much or the loss of oxygen to my brain from laughing so hard. But all in all well worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^The Bachelorette and I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Penis Straws!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20110.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20110.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20136.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Amber with her penis sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Kelly and I, It's one of the good ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-114057658192332549?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/114057658192332549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=114057658192332549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114057658192332549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/114057658192332549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/02/always-party-with-penis-cakes.html' title='Always a party with Penis Cakes!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113997640916411285</id><published>2006-02-14T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:14:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I am starting to become a real grown up. I have started my transition flying back to home from Never Land. I have been pricing apt, duplexes, water, heat, and most recently cell phone plans. And let me tell you, being the "spoiled" girl I am, will admit, didn't think it would be quiet this expensive. I mean seriously, I have to get at least one other job, or a great big raise, and i haven't even added in the price of my internet, which i don't think i could live with out. It would be to much, in fact, tragic. It all makes me want to cry a little, but then i think of the greatest word... Freedom. Freedom from answering to anyone but myself ( and of course my bills) but not have to tell my parent where i am going what im doing, what time i will be drunkenly stumbling home. priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/ASID_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/ASID_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other big step i feel into adult hood is paying my dues to join ASID, American Society of Interior Desingers. I am almost there! I have turned in my application and soon will get my card and there and on their website it will say Lisa K, Saginaw, MI, Interior Designer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It makes me very giddy and for a moment i loose all my worries about not being able to make it with my chosen career. Ah, good things will be coming my way I can't feel it! or at least I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113997640916411285?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113997640916411285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113997640916411285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113997640916411285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113997640916411285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/02/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113921369077289228</id><published>2006-02-06T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:14:50.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Panic</title><content type='html'>Okay so I think this is hilarious, it may not be to anyone else but I though it was. Anyway, in light of my last blog about drinking and men, I have been "talked to" by both my sister in law (on my blog) and numerous emails by my brother, that they think I would do something stupid with out thinking it through, as well as that I may never meet a boy to date/marry if I keep hanging out or moving in with gay men... Comments please! Has anyone have more than one "mother" and should I ditch my homo-riffic friends just for a date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113921369077289228?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113921369077289228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113921369077289228' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113921369077289228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113921369077289228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/02/family-panic.html' title='Family Panic'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113869423741768859</id><published>2006-01-30T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:00:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expensive habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I have a few of these and that I need to curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My first obsession is the booze, our regular girls at the Junction are quitting left and right and Scott and I have been paying full price for all our drinks and it's starting to get expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Purses, of course, I have bought 4 new ones in the last two weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/branding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/branding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. And this is a new one that snuck up on me, Chanel. I got a "make-over" early last summer and bought some of their foundation that I love, and I am running out and needed to buy some more, so I was talking to my Chanel girl and told me that there was another event coming and that I could get my make-up done again, so I stupidly said yes. I got my make-up done on Thursday by there national make-up artist Sean Smith, he was amazing, and my make-up looked great and my skin felt great, so I started buying things... Lots of things, it was bad... and that's all I am going to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113869423741768859?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113869423741768859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113869423741768859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869423741768859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869423741768859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/01/expensive-habits.html' title='Expensive habits'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113869315034540271</id><published>2006-01-30T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:39:10.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/mic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="121" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/mic.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this weekend was much like any other lately, with a few quirks. I worked all day Friday, which sucked. Then Scott and I decided to go out to Bay City and see if Noelle was singing at Old City Hall, but alas, no band just a bar absolutely packed with people, so we decided to go back to Saginaw and go to the Junction, I know, &lt;em&gt;big surprise.&lt;/em&gt; So we get there and start flipping through the karaoke book and decided that the Junction is getting a little boring, as there is no one there, so we decide to play 'Karaoke Homicide' or Suicide as Scott likes to call it. So as you may be able to guess, we chose songs for each other, and didn't see what they were until they appeared on the screen. It was fun and made things a very interesting. And all the while Scott was being wasted and doing odd things he wouldn't usually do, it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we are driving home the inevitable drunk phone calls started. I will not embarrass him but one of my favorite lines of the night was "You bring the condoms I'll bring the cock"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The came Saturday, I worked, of course, and then it was off to the Junction again, where I hoped to possible get myself into trouble... Long story involving a certain man, being drunk and horny, not one of my proudest moments, but he wasn't there so it was all good. Other high points of the evening was seeing my friend Drew! It's so funny how much you realize you miss someone until you see them and start hanging out. :o( I miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is a weekend in review... The abridged version at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113869315034540271?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113869315034540271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113869315034540271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869315034540271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869315034540271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/01/weekend-in-review.html' title='A weekend in Review'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113869094519004407</id><published>2006-01-30T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:02:25.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/brokeback_mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/brokeback_mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me just say I wasn't impressed. Don't get me wrong it was a good movie, but I personally don't think it deserves all the hype it's getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the main reason for the post, is that whoever decided make-up, costumes, and hair for Anne Hathaway should be shot or at least kicked out of the business! I mean seriously, why would they change her hair to platinum blonde?! And the scene towards the end (I will save details for those who haven't seen it) but it's when she is talking on the phone, she has horrible hair, and press on nails that are red and not painted all the way and there is nail polish ON HER FINGER!!! Not her nail but her FINGER! It was the finishing touch to a horrible costuming nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sorry if you liked this movie, but I am still on the fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113869094519004407?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113869094519004407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113869094519004407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869094519004407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113869094519004407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/01/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113708060515905933</id><published>2006-01-12T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T07:43:25.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Time</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Scott and I are trying to find an apartment, and by finding I mean I am looking for a place. I have my heart set on one so far that's a great location for both of us for work and me school. So I found the place on rent.com and emailed them to check availability (I'm not big on phoning strangers... Don't ask me why) they emailed me back and said they would have an opening at the end of February. So I was excited and planned on setting up a time to go see the place as soon as I got hold of Scott and we each had time free - good luck at that happening, but even if it did I wouldn't know, because butt-head hasn't returned my calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the email said there wasn't anything until end of Feb so I am thinking I have plenty of time to get my shit together, so imagine my surprise when they call me at 10 o'clock this morning and throw all this info at me, and mind you I really only caught 75%% because I was sleeping at the time, and thought it was my work calling. Anyway they have an apt opening up Feb 1 and we could move in if we qualify, but I have to get scooterpie to get on the ball. :) we'll take a poll do you think he really doesn't want to move in with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113708060515905933?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113708060515905933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113708060515905933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113708060515905933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113708060515905933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/01/apartment-time.html' title='Apartment Time'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113675789481965673</id><published>2006-01-08T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:04:54.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Fallen &amp; I Can't Get Up</title><content type='html'>Okay so last night was Saturday and Scott and I returned to our famous Junction to sing karaoke and for me to get intoxicated after the horrible day I had at work, and it all went to plan. We had multiple pitchers that I think I drank most of, we sang, wasted money playing games and pull tabs and I was a drunken mess and think even scooter was getting a little upset with what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We closed the bar and headed home and I resisted on many attempts made by Scott to drunk dial, mainly because I couldn't stop laughing. It was sad really, but I had the giggles and I couldn't help myself! and Scott, I think enjoyed it as well. So I got home safely because that's what a good friend Scott is, and then the trouble started to happen. As soon as I got in the back door I had to pee, like really pee. You know the situation when it sneaks up on you and you have to run to the bathroom, so anyway I dropped my coat and purse on the floor at the back door and ran to the bathroom. So all's well and good, while I was in the bathroom I took off my beautiful boots and got in my pj and went to go pick up my mess by the back door. and as I went to step over my coat and the step down, I missed, stepped on my coat and the coat took me with it and I went down on my ass. Then I hear someone walking quickly through the kitchen, I look up and my mom is looking down at me shaking her head, I say I'm okay and she was like that's obvious, and as she walked away said under her breathe, if you wouldn't try sneaking in all the time. oh mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113675789481965673?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113675789481965673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113675789481965673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113675789481965673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113675789481965673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-fallen-i-cant-get-up.html' title='I&apos;ve Fallen &amp; I Can&apos;t Get Up'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113575867661431072</id><published>2005-12-27T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:31:16.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always an Event</title><content type='html'>So it's true always when Noland is home does something crazy happen. It's just a must. So this happened Thursday night before Christmas. I started at RJ in Saginaw for my friend Scotties birthday, where I met Charlie and Scott for a drink, and by for a drink I mean I drank most of Scott's beer, gave Scottie his gift danced with Ashley for a while and then went to my next spot. So then I end up at Old City Hall, and still think it's ridiculous that they last call at 11:30, what is going on with Bay City?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/LUCKLOGO.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/LUCKLOGO.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any way we leave Old City Hall and I ride with Noland so he can open his Christmas and birthday present and we pick up his friend Tyler and head to Lucky's. We get there at 1, maybe, I don't really remember times at all I just know that when we got there Jane was bitching about how they wouldn't let her take in the taco bell she had bought into the bar with her, so we sat in the car for a while until Noland was done, then we went in, Noland made a comment about "my trick" and "beautiful face" and about how he was hateful and wrote it on our karaoke slip. that boy, I just don't know some times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its after 2 and everyone is heading home and Noland runs into yet another person he knows, Mikey, who is trashed at this point and trying to find a ride home. So Noland being the generous person he is offers to give him a ride home. So we are driving Mikey back to the house where his car is and where he is planning on staying and it's him, Noland, Tyler and myself, and Mikey makes some comment about being a loser because he is going home alone with out a girl, and Tyler is sweet and brings me into it and is like there's a girl right up there in the front seat, to which Mikey makes some comment about breasts and then proceeds to say, "A girl, watchou workin wit up there" to which I ask why do conversations always end up talking about my boobs?! I mean I know they are big but seriously. Any way he repeats this at least one more time but adding bitch on the end (not rudely) and we arrive at his stop where he proceeds to try and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/cowboy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/cowboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;throw a snowball at Noland's car and misses competely, mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Texan, my favorite place of all time.... *pause...Crickets* And I order to much food as always and we have some small talk with the waiter who is gay and not lookin' his best and if his pants or apron were up any higher they would have been a necklace. Then we took Tyler home, Noland dropped me back off at my car and I got home around 5 ish. All in all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113575867661431072?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113575867661431072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113575867661431072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113575867661431072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113575867661431072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/always-event.html' title='Always an Event'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113549007332418540</id><published>2005-12-24T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:54:33.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/chimney2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/chimney2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it happens every year we host my mother's side of the families Christmas party. She gets mad her house isn't bigger or that my dad didn't do what he was supposed to do, and her sisters and in-laws are going to judge her for random stuff that they probably wouldn't even care about. But either way she gets worked up and makes the house a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the party happens and she worries all through it about if people are having a good time and if everything is okay. And then this year we had an added stress factor. My brother being gone. So we were having a pretty good time and my brother called to wish everyone well and to say hi, then my mother got the phone, and went upstairs. I went up later to find her and she's sitting on the couch, talking to my brother and sister-in-law on the phone, and crying. So she's crying, then i start crying and it seems like from then on in if she wasn't' trying to hold back tears, i was. It was a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone left and we ate some left overs from the party that we didn't have a chance to eat because we were hosting ( and when i say we i mean of course me and mom), the i washed the dishes and cleaned up downstairs while my parent wrapped gifts for our unwrapping on Christmas eve which we do every year. And then we sit around and rotate opening presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i plan to sleep in and vedge out in dread of having to be at work at 8 o'clock Monday morning for gift returns. Oh joy how i love Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113549007332418540?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113549007332418540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113549007332418540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113549007332418540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113549007332418540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113548872575143209</id><published>2005-12-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:32:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113548872575143209?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113548872575143209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113548872575143209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113548872575143209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113548872575143209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113533231006591574</id><published>2005-12-23T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T02:05:10.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's for You!</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's 4:58 am and I am just sitting down in bed after getting home maybe 15 minutes ago to write a blog about Charlie, who I met for a short time this evening and told I would write about it as soon as i got home. So this is for you Charlie. I don't know you, besides the fact that i see your name on blogs, but it's nice to finally put a face with the name. Hopefully we can hang out before you go back to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more to come about last night and this morning, but I am tired and have to work 7 hours today then come home and bake, clean, and decorate for a Christmas eve party tomorrow... I'm felling a little like suzy homemaker but again more to come later, I am tired. Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113533231006591574?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113533231006591574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113533231006591574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113533231006591574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113533231006591574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This One&apos;s for You!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113450300614094778</id><published>2005-12-13T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:43:26.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/displacement.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/displacement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I have one final i have to take tomorrow and then the semester is done for me! YEAH!!! I am so excited. But to show all you people what i have been up to in at least one of my classes, i had to mkae a web page for my digital imaging class so take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://student.delta.edu/lisakehrer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://student.delta.edu/lisakehrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113450300614094778?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113450300614094778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113450300614094778' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113450300614094778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113450300614094778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113418734971194637</id><published>2005-12-09T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:02:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Bears are Coming to Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/me%20&amp;%20santa%20bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/me%20%26%20santa%20bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today was breakfast with the Santa Bears of Marshall Fields in the Lakeshore Grill. We do a breakfast every year for mentally and physically disabled kids where they can get their picture taken with Mr and Mrs Santa bear. This is the first year I got to work it and i had a good time, the only problem was that we had like 5 inches of snow so our turn out wasn't very good. But there were still some kids there and I and two of the other girls (Kelley &amp;amp; April) had the chance to get our picture taken as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113418734971194637?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113418734971194637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113418734971194637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113418734971194637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113418734971194637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/santa-bears-are-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Bears are Coming to Town!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113401398734304868</id><published>2005-12-07T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:53:33.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/fireplace-screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/fireplace-screensaver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I know it's been a long time since I updated, and I could say it was that I was insanely busy or that my internet was down or something else, but lets just be honest... It was my lazy week(s). I would come home from working an 12 hour shift, or coming home from class all day and put my pjs on, my slippers, curl up with a blanket on my couch and watch TV. Something I haven't done in ages. But it was nice, and the thought of coming up with a clever blog was just exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I am starting to post again, watch out world, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113401398734304868?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113401398734304868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113401398734304868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113401398734304868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113401398734304868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113277681621545773</id><published>2005-11-23T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:13:36.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/mba0103l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/mba0103l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I home right now from work on my lunch break and had to go straight to my computer for blogging... So Monday afternoon I showed my blog to my boss, Mare, about my birthday since she couldn't make it, I showed her pictures, thanked her for the gift, etc. Flash forward to this morning. So as soon as she sees me she's like I have some interesting news for you. "Will was here yesterday (my boss' boss) and I walked into my office where he was and said 'So that Lisa knows how to have fun'" Don't quote me on that I think that's what Mare said, but as soon as I heard that I got a little distracted to say the least! This is my boss' boss reading my escapades! Seeing pictures of spanking Scooter! I mean seriously, there goes my chance at a promotion, EVER! So yea... Hi Will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113277681621545773?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113277681621545773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113277681621545773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113277681621545773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113277681621545773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/tainted.html' title='Tainted'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113269614366841775</id><published>2005-11-22T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:49:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/rent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/400/rent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By time i finish writing this blog and post it there will only be 433 minutes until Rent opens in movie theaters across the country!! I am so excited I am going to see it tomorrow night with my friend Katie, maybe her husband and Scooterpie! Cross your fingers it's as good as the stage.... correction ... 431 minutes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113269614366841775?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113269614366841775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113269614366841775' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113269614366841775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113269614366841775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming!!!!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113263429836596519</id><published>2005-11-21T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:38:18.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>More and More Birthday Pictures&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20071%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20071%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20044.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20044.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20012%20(2).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20012%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20046%20(2).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20046%20%282%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/birthday%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scooter you are so hot! I just had to grab that ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113263429836596519?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113263429836596519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113263429836596519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113263429836596519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113263429836596519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113254494571652485</id><published>2005-11-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:55:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally 80's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/birthday%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah, where to begin?! It was so much fun and a great turn out. It started out slow but then more people showed up, I had more drinks and things began to picked up. Karaoke for me sucked, I don't know what happened. I put in 5 or 6 songs and I sang only 2 of the ones that I put in and I was there from 9:30 until 2! I mean seriously what's up with that? But I did get to sing "Hit Me With Your Best Shot", "9 to 5"(for my mom) and then Scott signed us up for "Almost Paradise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for gifts. I got lots of cool stuff from my parents, Scott bought me a carebear, I got a mixed cd with birthday in every title ( i beleive there are 12 songs in total), cards galore, a candle from Staci, people from work all signed a card and bought me a scarf and glove set from Marshall Fields, course, Scott and Ashley got both Scott and I an 80's gift set... Full of fun things like a DARE shirt, 80's CDs, and a few books from back in the day, and last but not least I got a shot picking button to wear and a key chain vibrator ( that doesn't' work) from my two lesbian colleagues Nicole and Tessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Drinks... I had: 3 Long Islands,Variety of shots: a red headed slut, southern comfort, 2 purple haze, an oatmeal cookie, and I feel as though there were at least two more that I am forgetting but there were a sea of shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... We gave party favors, key chain rubics cubes, jelly bracelets, various types of horns, kazoos, and candy necklaces. There was a big sheet cake that was turquoise, hot pink and purple that said "Like, Happy Birthday Scott &amp; Lisa". And there was garland wrapped around the stairs leading up. That stopped no party invited people from parking it in our area. And much to mine and Scott's enjoyment we stopped the annoying Junction crashers that ruin Karaoke every night they come and bug the crap out of Scott and myself. hahaha foiled evil doers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... My outfit?! I wore a jean skirt with black tights that I cut the feet off of, with hot pink pumps, both a turquoise and hot pink tank top with a black sweater that I cut all to hell. Tons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/howardduck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/howardduck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; of jelly bracelets, and a hot pink lace glove on one arm. Then came my head... geez, it's amazing I didn't catch on fire from all the cigarettes burning and all the AquaNet in my hair, it was HUGE, well at least to me. It was big, poofy, the large wave bang. My make-up was dark and scary, it reminded me of a Lea Thompson in Howard the Duck. Honestly, I think I wore more blush last night than I have in any of the shows I have been in. And of course to finish off the look I had one long earring and one short one. I LOVED my out fit! PS It took 15 minutes to try and comb through my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some of the pictures that I had from my camera, I haven't yet seen the pics my parents took.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20027.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20027.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20030.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/birthday%20042.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/birthday%20042.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, I beleive that Scott spilled his beer not once but twice and again broke a glass.... I didn't see him to much that night so it will be interesting to hear what else happened! :) Love you Scooter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113254494571652485?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113254494571652485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113254494571652485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113254494571652485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113254494571652485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/totally-80s-birthday.html' title='Totally 80&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113236604279252398</id><published>2005-11-18T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T18:07:22.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Gone By</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/bartpic.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/bartpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the words of Bart Simpson to his little sister... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Lisa it's your Birthday, Happy Birthday Lisa!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's right! It's my birthday, baby! And i am a whopping 23 years old. The celebration began last night with a trip to a purse and painting party that ended at a bar called the Green Hut in Bay City. We had fun drinking and singing Karaoke and then 12 o'clock hit and the shots started showing up at the table and things got crazy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And let me just say it's all about to happen again! Time for the party weekend to continue..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113236604279252398?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113236604279252398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113236604279252398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113236604279252398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113236604279252398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-year-gone-by.html' title='Another Year Gone By'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113225358727044653</id><published>2005-11-17T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T10:53:07.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Birthday</title><content type='html'>So I attempted to wait until Scott updated his blog but there are just a few things that happened that night that need to be put on the internet for all to see. First and I think most importantly, Scott made it through the night with 1 bottle of beer, 2 pitchers and 2 shots in his body and didn't throw up on me, in my car, or at home! Yea scooter. Second and this I am most thankful for is that he didn't spill anything on me! Granted there was a lot of Taco Bell on the floor of my car but that didn't bother me because I was dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the embarrassing things happened, and I let scooter make some drunk phone calls, which I later got yelled at for letting him make. The first I believe was to Staci, who is Scott's director at the moment, then to Deena, i think there was another, then finally he called Paul. And let me tell you, if you thought my voicemail to Paul was funny and embarrassing, it was no where close to Scott's. So funny in fact that he almost drove me off the road. Let me explain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are on the highway going to Taco Bell and i am pulling off onto the exit when the call starts and it begins with "Paul 'Suck My Cock' K____" ( I'm not sure how to spell your last name...) At that point i start cracking up and hearing me Scott, does a weird drunk fall onto lisa's arm and i start to veer off the road because now my eyes are watering and Scott has started his laughing convulsions. What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were the highlight of the evening, that and almost being set on fire from winds gushing burning embers onto us... Another blog... Maybe Scott's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sorry no pics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113225358727044653?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113225358727044653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113225358727044653' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113225358727044653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113225358727044653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/scotts-birthday.html' title='Scott&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113184378077033864</id><published>2005-11-12T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:03:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer Hunter's Widow Season and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/froogle_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/froogle_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So it's happened, Deer Hunter's widow season has started and its going to be non stop from now until New Year's Day. The last week at Marshall Fields has been, in one word, hell. We have doubled the majority of our goals and with the way things are going now, I dread... No not dread, fear for the worst on the Black Friday aka Day After Thanksgiving Sale. From then on in it's every woman for herself, and the now bitchy old women will be even worse and more demanding. Ah well, it's going to suck and I will have to deal but I give fair warning that the blogs in weeks to come may be about the wretched people I have had to help at Marshall Fields.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113184378077033864?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113184378077033864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113184378077033864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113184378077033864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113184378077033864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/deer-hunters-widow-season-and-more_12.html' title='Deer Hunter&apos;s Widow Season and more'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113156552539085484</id><published>2005-11-09T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:45:25.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"4 hours" of Driving for What!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First of all let me explain the "4 hours" you would think it would take around 2 hours to drive to Somerset from Saginaw with construction, rain &amp; fog, which I had all three. But let me just say I am a little speed demon, and everyone knows it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But anyway, the real reason for the blog is... So I was supposed to go down to the Somerset Mall this morning and had to be there at 9:00. Well I left with plenty of time, 6:45 to be exact! And let me tell you for a girl whose usual wake up call comes no earlier than 12:30 on her day off, waking up at 5:30 was not fun. So I leave this morning stop and grab a cappuccino and some McDonald's hashbrowns and head south. First of all it rained from Saginaw to Flint and then when the rain stopped there was fog, thick fog. And all through the mist of this there was 45 mph construction zones and&lt;/span&gt; stop and go. So by the time I got to Somerset it was 10 to 9. So I check in at the front desk and head up to the restaurant, where the training was going to be, and one of the employees told me it was in the break room on the other side of the store, so I walk across Marshall Fields to the break room, I am in there about 15 with other trainees and a person finally walks in and asks if there was any new hires for training, everyone except me got up and followed her to another room. So I headed back down to the Restaurant hoping that they hadn't 't started the right training without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back to the restaurant I see the GM of the Restaurant and tell her I was there for the liqueur training and she proceeds to tell me that not only was the training at 4 pm but that it was cancelled two weeks ago!!! I was like EXCUSE ME? Now let me back track a little to when I found out that I had to go to this training, Saturday afternoon. Uh yeah that wasn't two weeks ago... Anyway so the plus side to the situation was that I got to read the book, take the test and leave, so instead of being down there until 1:00 I got home at 1. but still drives me a little nuts &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/fl_logo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that I had to find a replacement to cover me in Saginaw and then drive down to troy at 6:45 for a cancelled training. I LOVE MARSHALL FIELDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/fl_logo.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113156552539085484?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113156552539085484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113156552539085484' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113156552539085484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113156552539085484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/4-hours-of-driving-for-what.html' title='&quot;4 hours&quot; of Driving for What!?'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113142837534745334</id><published>2005-11-07T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:55:50.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new TV ritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/253141~Sex-And-The-City-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/253141%7ESex-And-The-City-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So for the last three or four weeks I have found a new late night TV addiction. It starts at 11:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/SSSC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; with two episodes of Will &amp;amp; Grace on Lifetime, then I switch over to Sex and the City, my new favorite show, and although I have only seen a few episodes I love it and want to buy the new set for 300 some dollars. Any way after two episodes of Sex and the City it's back to Lifetime for the Nanny. Three great shows for hours while I should be sleeping, but hey you have to keep laughing and to feed the need to see how other people might live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113142837534745334?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113142837534745334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113142837534745334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113142837534745334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113142837534745334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-tv-ritual.html' title='new TV ritual'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113134359355909845</id><published>2005-11-06T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:06:33.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends with Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Scott and I drove to Bay City to see Noel play at Old City Hall, and let me tell you that girl has more talent in her pinky... Any way she sang beautifully as usual and was so sweet to Scott and I and I haven't seen her in forever and it was like we were just in a show together, I mean all in all she is a lovely person, and when she sing Fionna's 'Criminal'... damn. I mean she's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the main point of my post, I don't know about anyone else but I LOVE seeing people I know and that I am friends with, in shows, or singing in a bar. I just feel like I am watching like a proud mom. It just thrills me, I can't explain it. I just have to go see them in whatever they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Noland hurry up and get a job on Broadway so i can come see you in it! and to Scooter, Paul and Deena, good luck in It's A Wonderful Life the Musical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113134359355909845?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113134359355909845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113134359355909845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113134359355909845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113134359355909845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends-with-talent.html' title='Friends with Talent'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113134179373881625</id><published>2005-11-06T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:36:33.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night</title><content type='html'>Where to being? If you have recently read Paul's blog you have a little inside info to how this story ends. But here is how it starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Saturday night at around 8:20 and I am just getting out of work and it's pouring rain, I go home and help my mom start cleaning for a party that we were having on Sunday, I was home about an hour when Scott called and wanted to go out for our ritual junction night. Here is where the dilemma begins, I felt I should stay home and help my mom clean but then I always go to the junction on Saturdays with Scott. So after a little whining and blaming most of it on Scott my mom kicked me out of the house so she didn't have to hear me talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Scott came and picked me up, this being his "sober" week. So we take our usual way, down Shattuck to Hermansau, there is our first outage, the light was out and Scott almost went straight through it, then we keep driving down Hermansau and we drive through lake hermansau, and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then find that after we get through this part of the flood, there is a tree down and has taken a power line with it, guess we aren't going that way. So we turn down another road and guess what's on that one... yup, another tree. So we back up after much deliberation on what we are going to do, if it be trying to find another road or drive through the flood again, well we found another road that wasn't blocked and reached the next road we needed to get to (hill). So we are driving down hill and get to state street and it happened again, a large tree has fallen taken wires down, cops and fire trucks blocking the road, so we turned down yet another road, anyway you get the picture. So we finally get to Michigan and see there is no power for most of Downtown Saginaw. And this makes me nervous, did I guilt my mom for nothing - is the power going to be out at the junction?! And then it happens, we turn onto Hamilton and there are no bars with lights on! So with hopeful hearts Scott and I journey further down the street and there like a beacon in the dark is the Junction sign beaming through the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since this blog is going to be extremely long, we progress through the night and when we gotten through most of the second pitcher of beer and i have sang at least one song and Frank is playing a little break music and I'm singing and doin' a little booty dancing to my seat, finally sit&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; down and there's a woman at the bar, who Scott and I have kind of been talking to, turns to me and says "So how big are your boobs?" at this point my jaw drops and I stare right at Scott to make sure that I am not totally wasted and that I actually heard this woman correctly. Well yup that's what she said, and then proceeds to tell me that I "this couldn't have been the first time someone has asked you that question" and I reply " only one of my friends and he was wasted, I usually don't tell that info to complete strangers", "well you can tell me, I am Mexican, we are friends with everyone" again my jaw drops and I swear I am now hearing things, and she's like so you aren't going to tell us? Mind you she is with a guy and he is totally staring at me this whole time, and by staring at me he's totally looking at my boobs. and I finally reply, maybe after a few more pitchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward another hour and maybe two more pitchers I did it, the dreaded act that I so cruelly picked on Scott for, I spilled my beer... On Scott... But in my defense, I didn't break anything and only spilled 1/3 of the glass on him not the full. But to deal with my concisous I had to tell the embarrassment, it all comes back to you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then flash to 2:00 and we are leaving the bar and there are a group of men (early 20's) and their hoes, gathered at the bottom of the ramp outside, and there is one in fact without a shirt on, beer goggles may have been on but he wasn't too bad, and then I realize that they are fighting. Words and shoves, girls trying to keep boys away from each other and other guys trying to keep the boy without the shirt away from the group, and get him to go home, I try and rush Scott to the car, and we see yet and angry man walking across the street from McD's to kick some ass, and at that point, I like, we need to get out of here before the cops come because you (Scott) are not getting pulled over again! And as we are driving home we thought it might be a good idea to drunk dial someone, and at that point I realized that Paul was at work and well for the rest of the story go to .... &lt;a href="http://paultoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://paultoes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; the post called "jesus sucks in bed." I love you Paul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113134179373881625?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113134179373881625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113134179373881625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113134179373881625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113134179373881625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday night'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113072630483829229</id><published>2005-10-30T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:44:36.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20041.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20041.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So last night was the Halloween contest at the Junction, and as you may guess from the picture I was a pirate, argh! And let me tell you it was an interesting night. It started off well, not to many people in costumes, in fact it was just Scott and myself for a LONG time. Then people started to show up and Scott got more and more drunk. Things got very interesting around 1:30/2:00 these very weird boys started hitting on me and a girl named Daisy I was sitting with and offered to buy us drinks and let me tell you usually I would accept any free drink, I mean who wouldn't?! But these boys... Scary, the one had a mullet!!!! EEWWW I am sorry I just can't take anyone seriously with a mullet. Any way my slutty friend Daisy accepted with an already half glass of beer. So as 2:15 rolled around and people were trying to entice us to stay til 3, you know fall back, it happened. Daisy got up, some how hit the full glass of beer, broke it and the entire glass of beer went all down the front of me!!! And let me tell you I was soaked! And I recked of beer and was getting sleepy, so at that point I am like we are leaving... Now. So we drove home, made a few drunk dials, got Taco Bell and then the funny stuff. So Daisy's getting out of my can and is forgetting everything! As Daisy was shutting the door I see her sandals in by the door so I yelled to grab them and then look around for more paraphernalia and I saw a wallet in between the seats, so I yelled again, and handed over the wallet, then I found cigarettes in the same area as the wallet, you catch the drift. It was special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20040.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20040.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/200/Picture%20043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway for all of those who didnt figure it out, here's a picture of Daisy! OOO BABY!&lt;/span&gt; Break me off a piece of that! hehehe I love you Daisy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113072630483829229?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113072630483829229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113072630483829229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113072630483829229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113072630483829229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113030140833223552</id><published>2005-10-25T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:36:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes the Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/Picture%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my brother and my sister-in-law just got married tonight! YEAH! It was really pretty and fun and a tons of people, well most of my family and hers and some friends and it was just great! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was at my family's church in downtown Saginaw. We had about 60 people show up, majority of my side of the family was there and a bunch of Sarah's family. We had some simple decorations ( the fun bells that you open up) on the pews and then my mom order a bouquet for Sarah and then her sister and I were bridesmaids and we each had a rose and some others little flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a little bit of a reception at Timber'a Bar and Grill. We reserved one of their rooms and crammed everyone in. Sarah's parents bought them a cake and we all ate drank and had cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Rob and Sarah came back to our house and opened their gifts and some of their cards. And headed home to Lansing around 11:00. So all in all we are relieved, less stressed and exhausted!!! So only a few more stressful days and my brother and his wife ( that sounds strange) will be in their new apartment in California. More pics coming soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113030140833223552?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113030140833223552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113030140833223552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113030140833223552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113030140833223552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here Comes the Bride'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113012767476705120</id><published>2005-10-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T21:39:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting a SISTER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/rob&amp;sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/rob%26sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, the news has come... My brother and his fiancee are getting married... TUESDAY! The family has been invited, the "photographer" booked, gifts are being bought, and I get to see my big brother become an official grown up and get married. Lot's of emotions to come but hopefully it will be beautiful relatively stress free (yeah right) and fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture is my bro and his soon wife Sarah - they're cute together :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113012767476705120?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113012767476705120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113012767476705120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113012767476705120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113012767476705120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-getting-sister.html' title='I&apos;m getting a SISTER!'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-113010396739062078</id><published>2005-10-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:49:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Plus Size"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/1600/batgirl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5297/1386/320/batgirl1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING: IF YOU ARE A BOY THIS MAY NOT BE VERY INTERESTING TO YOU *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So halloween has always been a time of confusion for me. I always expect great ideas to pop into my head for costumes, parties, etc. But always I am left with a week to go and no idea where I am going or what my costume will be. This year seemed to be going the same way. I have been searching online for the perfect costume, but let me tell you when you are a big girl the costumes, once you find them, either cost $100 dollars or are the ugliest things you’ve ever seen! And let me tell you there are some plus size costumes that just should not be seen... by anyone... EVER! I mean I can hardly explain the "sexy plus size" costumes I ran across on the internet! Yikes! which leads me to the main message here... some poor miss guided girl thinking she is a size 2 when she is really 22, fitting into these costumes and going out in public. it's just wrong. know your shape and what you should and shouldn't wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this leads me to the bigger issue, I think. What is it with the "oh she’s +14 she couldn’t possibly have any style" Let me tell you that’s not true! There are few store that sell plus size Young Adult (18-25) trendy clothes. It’s just impossible. And the fact that some skinny girl can walk around with her boobs stickin’ out and guys think it’s hot but when a girl my size with naturally large boobs wears a low cut top and it’s gross. What is wrong with society? I mean when you look back in history painting depicted women with substantial... everything, were a sign of beauty. And in nation where the average woman is at least a size 12 why is being skinny such a big deal. And then you have the people who are a size 2freaking out becuase they have a "roll"... excuse me that extra flesh that you are pulling from yourbody...&lt;em&gt;NOT A ROLL! &lt;/em&gt;Get over yourself. Until you have a roll that sticks out without pulling, then and only then can you say you are fat, not before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-113010396739062078?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/113010396739062078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=113010396739062078' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113010396739062078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/113010396739062078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/plus-size.html' title='&quot;Plus Size&quot;'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-112984768872233846</id><published>2005-10-20T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:36:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues with Sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I’m not sure what’s going on but lately (the last three days) I have found it impossible to fall a sleep at a decent hour. Granted the usual decent hour for me is around 12:30/1 am but lately it’s been 3/4/5 even. And then waking up for classes at 8. Last night I had a great talk with Noland online at round 3-4 which made me start thinking about why I may not be sleeping. And frankly there are several things that might play into it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One ever since Sarah and I haven’t been friends I have been rethinking how I have treated people in the past and how I made judgements about things I bought or gone to do, and in all honesty some of them in hindsight were not the best decisions. But that’s the thing about hindsight site isn’t it? You don’t know until after. Like Noland pointed out those "maybe" bad choices were mine to make and Sarah and I, when we were friends, always had fun together and they were good times. I can’t forget that... maybe that’s why I’m not really bitter... well maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The other thing that could explain sleep loss is the fact that I have been sick for about the last week and a half and I am finally getting over the sucky-ness. And during that time I slept all the time, was drugged up, and was lazy beyond belief. So now is my energy finally catching up with me? Since I was so used to little sleep is my sleep timer on overload? Who knows... I just know I want to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And last but certainly not least the problem/situation that I have yet to really deal with, because I have been sick. My brother, my only brother, the guy I am closest to in my life (sorry Scott) is moving even further away than he does not. He has just gotten a great job out in California and is moving out there ASAP. I am not kidding! He got the offer Monday and they are moving out there before Nov. 1st!!! Where is my adjustment period?! My chance to visit him tons before he flies across the country? The other thing as that now he and his fiancee are going to do a sort of shotgun wedding... not in the sense that she’s knocked up but the fact that they are going to get married before they leave. Talk about stressful! And you know then I think about how I feel and then think about what they are going through or my mom... she’s hiding it well, but how long can that last. I have a feeling it’s all over at the wedding. Everyone will be crying for one reason or another. And I am so sick pf people being like "well think of it this way, you have a great reason to go on vacation to California" Anyone who has had family move far away knows that, that’s bullshit. I am still trying to save money, unsuccessfully, to visit Noland, or my friends Scott and Julie, and they’ve all been gone for at least a year! But like everything in our lives God only gives you as much as you can handle, right? Well this time he’s getting pretty close to the breaking point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So that it. The hidden monster that is stopping the sandman from coming to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PS this is most likely the longest blog I will ever right. I haven’t the time! ;o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-112984768872233846?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/112984768872233846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=112984768872233846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/112984768872233846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/112984768872233846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/issues-with-sleeping.html' title='Issues with Sleeping'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18070768.post-112978804029372744</id><published>2005-10-19T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:00:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Vigin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay so I figured I would try this blog thing... everyone's doing it and who am I not to jump on the band wagon? Granted I will probably only have three people read it but besides scotts post someone has to know the wierd crap we do in this lovely town called Saginaw. So here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18070768-112978804029372744?l=lovelylisa23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/feeds/112978804029372744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18070768&amp;postID=112978804029372744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/112978804029372744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18070768/posts/default/112978804029372744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelylisa23.blogspot.com/2005/10/like-vigin.html' title='Like A Vigin'/><author><name>lovelylisa23</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01855116996566050430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
