<?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-5061069582012654334</id><updated>2012-01-29T21:46:43.904-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Northwood Church'/><category term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category term='TV'/><category term='DWTS'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Mactopia'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='The Money Tree'/><category term='Singlehood'/><category term='PostSecret'/><category term='Word of the Day'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Battle of the Bulge'/><category term='The New Job'/><category term='Poll'/><category term='Blogs I Stalk'/><category term='30'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Fashion Bug'/><category term='Celebrity Gossip'/><category term='Bosley'/><category term='This Thing Is From Him'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Opinions That Will Probably Irritate the Masses'/><category term='The Great Church Tour 2008'/><category term='Stuff Christians Like'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Innappropriate Humor'/><category term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Passive Aggressive Notes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Project Grow Up'/><category term='Dysfunctional Father'/><category term='Just Sayin'/><category term='Unemployment'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Fabulous Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-9046229817143803221</id><published>2010-08-18T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T21:43:52.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Sayin'/><title type='text'>Just Sayin: Mail</title><content type='html'>Is it really that important to check your mail more often than once a week?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pay my bills online, I don't subscribe to any magazines and nobody ever sends letters.  In fact the only thing I actually do receive is junk mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is the point?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sayin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-9046229817143803221?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9046229817143803221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=9046229817143803221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9046229817143803221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9046229817143803221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-sayin-mail.html' title='Just Sayin: Mail'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3753609436713008773</id><published>2010-07-25T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:37:05.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singlehood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northwood Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><title type='text'>All My Single Ladies!</title><content type='html'>I've been leading a Singles bible study for awhile, but we just recently split for a new study.  This time it's ladies only.  Shocking for me to say this, but I'm actually loving a break from the guys!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My church is really putting some resources behind growing the ministry and I'm SO excited about the direction it may take.  My heart has always been with single women and I think God has some awesome things in store for this group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3753609436713008773?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3753609436713008773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3753609436713008773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3753609436713008773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3753609436713008773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-my-single-ladies.html' title='All My Single Ladies!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3570454918464550277</id><published>2010-07-23T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:21:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>Love my new Blogger background!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm super annoyed by how slim the body is.  Does that bug anyone else??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3570454918464550277?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3570454918464550277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3570454918464550277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3570454918464550277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3570454918464550277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5468818140566580699</id><published>2010-07-19T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:03:11.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of 2010 - Shame on Me</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging until 2005.&lt;div&gt;But I really stink at keeping up with this lately.  Maybe it's time to start again.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you read???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5468818140566580699?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5468818140566580699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5468818140566580699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5468818140566580699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5468818140566580699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-post-of-2010-shame-on-me.html' title='First Post of 2010 - Shame on Me'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-15084120996950118</id><published>2009-12-27T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:12:12.260-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><title type='text'>Three Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>Speaking of moving, I am 3 weeks away from moving.&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly can't believe this day is here.  Three years of sacrifice.  Three years of paying off my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dax&lt;/span&gt; Debt".  Three years of owning nothing more than some bedroom furniture and the clothes on my back.  And three years hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to have this time with my mom and to be able to leave three years later, refreshed, debt free, and ready to start a new chapter of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS THING IS FROM HIM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot thank Him enough. I am beyond excited and equally as scared, but so ready for the challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Details to come.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-15084120996950118?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/15084120996950118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=15084120996950118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/15084120996950118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/15084120996950118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/three-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Three Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7024112004505655259</id><published>2009-12-27T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:00:09.937-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Another Delightful Move</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted since September.  That's shameful.  This one's for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Karow&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day my mom and I went to the movies.  It was packed!  As I was desperately trying to maneuver my way around the lines to get to the bathroom, I stumbled backwards and actually stabbed a large cardboard display with my stiletto heel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to pull it out, I took the entire display with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A classic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt; move.  A classic move, indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7024112004505655259?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7024112004505655259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7024112004505655259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7024112004505655259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7024112004505655259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-delightful-move.html' title='Another Delightful Move'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8874746098033490772</id><published>2009-09-21T20:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:12:51.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><title type='text'>Car Accidents</title><content type='html'>My friend Jennie got in a car accident today.&lt;div&gt;Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was on her way to work when an elderly gentleman ran a red light and broadsided her on the driver's side of the car.  He was driving a Yukon.  She was driving an Accord.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire driver's side of the car was smashed in.  Her windows were blown out and the car was totaled.  She had to crawl out the passenger side just to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SrgkONIjP-I/AAAAAAAAATg/N136N82ZXL0/s320/car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384093180983721954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, she walked away with only a few scrapes and bruises.  But what scary stuff!  I think car accidents are one of my biggest fears.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennie, this thing is from Him!  Maybe now you can get that new car you've been wanting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad my friend is safe.  Love y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8874746098033490772?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8874746098033490772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8874746098033490772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8874746098033490772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8874746098033490772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/car-accidents.html' title='Car Accidents'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SrgkONIjP-I/AAAAAAAAATg/N136N82ZXL0/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1960695276806375798</id><published>2009-09-20T20:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:36:49.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The State of Fabs</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a month.  I'm a bad blogger.&lt;div&gt;But due to the recent infiltration of my blog (you know who you are), and by popular demand, I figured it was time for an update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's been going on in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I'm kicking ass at work.  I had my best month ever in August, bringing home a solid $3,000 in commission.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellz&lt;/span&gt; yeah!  That's a far cry from my $3.10 check in January.  This thing is from Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I went on a super fun girls weekend to Austin with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; Jenn and Tara (and Bebe!). We had the best time just hanging out and visiting with each other.  I feel SO blessed to have gained Tara as a friend from another failed friendship.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  It's like I got her in the divorce settlement - so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I purchased Cowboys tickets for Thanksgiving Day for Andrew and I.  Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  The new 25-35 Singles Group at church (which we have named Fusion) is really taking off! It's amazing to see God's hand at work already after just a few weeks.  We've grown to about 20 people so far and are quickly becoming too big for my own living room.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  I have met such good friends already and cannot wait to see what His plan continues to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I have a date this weekend.  That's all the details you get (because he reads my blog).    :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  My girls and I are planning a zip lining trip to the hill country in October.  Super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I learned that my hairdresser is an ex-con.  Yep.  Time for a new hairdresser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; is still the love of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I have not had any recent falls or clumsy moments.  Though I did break the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;underwire&lt;/span&gt; in my bra dancing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tootsee&lt;/span&gt; Roll with Liz at work one afternoon.  Classy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I'm still 31.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  I still live at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Uber&lt;/span&gt; sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  I am starting to formulate the plan for moving (again!).  Barring another layoff, I am 99% sure this one will go through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  We are getting a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AE&lt;/span&gt; at work, and he's gay!  Yippee!  We've been secretly hoping for a gay and are please to have found him.  I plan to refer to him henceforth as Romeo, because he's just that adorable.  He starts tomorrow and I have a feeling our numbers are about to soar!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I will sing.....  "We're in the money!  It's bright and sunny!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grapefest&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and I came home with a sunburn.  It hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I am SO very excited about cold weather, football, and fall TV!  I'm over the summer.  Time for a new season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise to update more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1960695276806375798?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1960695276806375798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1960695276806375798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1960695276806375798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1960695276806375798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/09/state-of-fabs.html' title='The State of Fabs'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4622021561409715831</id><published>2009-08-20T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:26:45.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>Skydiving: The Video</title><content type='html'>Finally got this bad boy posted!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore the cheesy music and the fact that my mouth is open the ENTIRE time, and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYBchbmwlgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYBchbmwlgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4622021561409715831?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4622021561409715831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4622021561409715831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4622021561409715831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4622021561409715831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/skydiving-video.html' title='Skydiving: The Video'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4941943838125521695</id><published>2009-08-09T19:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:14:16.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><title type='text'>Skydiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Saturday I went skydiving for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just me and three friends, and was a birthday gift from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been talking about doing it for years and I just set a date a few months ago.  So it was super crazy when the day finally arrived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My instructor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;, was the best!  And I would recommend Skydive Dallas to anyone thinking about going.  I'm working on getting the video updated, but in the meantime enjoy my pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We jumped from 15,000 feet up and fell at a rate of approximately 120 miles per hour. AMAZING!  It is truly just as incredible as they say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt; about to jump.  Ready, Set...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9j6cBaxRI/AAAAAAAAATY/AuMG94Izn7A/s1600-h/Ready+to+Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9j6cBaxRI/AAAAAAAAATY/AuMG94Izn7A/s320/Ready+to+Jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119136454624530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzvCVRhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mR37yPuU96o/s1600-h/Out+the+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzvCVRhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mR37yPuU96o/s320/Out+the+door.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119021299648018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-flip as we leave the plane behind.  Too late now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzRpiA3I/AAAAAAAAATI/w5uiowCY7Yc/s1600-h/Mid+Flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzRpiA3I/AAAAAAAAATI/w5uiowCY7Yc/s320/Mid+Flip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119013410997106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holding hands with my photographer, California Dave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzCSvM4I/AAAAAAAAATA/Fk-bhaJTPXc/s1600-h/Holding+Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jzCSvM4I/AAAAAAAAATA/Fk-bhaJTPXc/s320/Holding+Hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119009288860546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolutely AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jyxOgRUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9RpZjo250NA/s1600-h/Free+Fall+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jyxOgRUI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9RpZjo250NA/s320/Free+Fall+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119004707702082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jyhdqcXI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJ0YQGuCAV4/s1600-h/Woo+hoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jyhdqcXI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJ0YQGuCAV4/s320/Woo+hoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368119000476316018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Having the time of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdheDlJI/AAAAAAAAASo/m0MnuT0VYek/s1600-h/Free+Fall+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdheDlJI/AAAAAAAAASo/m0MnuT0VYek/s320/Free+Fall+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118639700710546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; goofing around with me - so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdvGSs1I/AAAAAAAAASg/IU3u9LmYtJw/s1600-h/Covering+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdvGSs1I/AAAAAAAAASg/IU3u9LmYtJw/s320/Covering+Eyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118643359134546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess after 13,532 jumps it's just another day at the office for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;.  Love this pic.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdH0SCUI/AAAAAAAAASY/2Jswwce0Ydk/s1600-h/Just+Chillin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jdH0SCUI/AAAAAAAAASY/2Jswwce0Ydk/s320/Just+Chillin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118632814610754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parachute comes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jc2pf9_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/KRaRfaUth-o/s1600-h/Parachute+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jc2pf9_I/AAAAAAAAASQ/KRaRfaUth-o/s320/Parachute+Out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118628205983730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beginning the canopy down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jcpRdQXI/AAAAAAAAASI/kD1LA28FOsc/s1600-h/Hanging+Around.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9jcpRdQXI/AAAAAAAAASI/kD1LA28FOsc/s320/Hanging+Around.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368118624615481714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4941943838125521695?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4941943838125521695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4941943838125521695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4941943838125521695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4941943838125521695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/skydiving.html' title='Skydiving'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Sn9j6cBaxRI/AAAAAAAAATY/AuMG94Izn7A/s72-c/Ready+to+Jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6506256357661187108</id><published>2009-08-02T20:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:14:06.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>I Admit It - I Heart My iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I find die-hard Apple fans to be annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to work with this girl who displayed the famous Apple on the back window of her BMW. Now, I work with one that has it as a tattoo!  Quite frankly, I find it all to be a bit overkill.  I mean, I'm a huge fan of Honda, but you won't catch me permanently inked or sporting it on the cover of my Trapper Keeper(1).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after years of frustrations with PCs(2), I finally decided to treat myself to a Mac.  Although, I would like the record to show that my first REAL computer was in face an Apple Macintosh(3).  So I'm not THAT out of the loop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the final adopter in our little family of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt; owners.  Andrew was the first buyer, eventually leading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; to the purchase before I jumped on the bandwagon.  And we were so happy in our Mac world, until Andrew went out and bought the iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I resisted this trend BIG time at first.  Mainly because I just bought a new phone six months ago(4), but also out of a sheer refusal to be one of the millions of Apple sheep who flock(5) to the stores the minute a new product is released.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas, I have given in to the pressure and am now the proud owner of an iPhone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this not the greatest phone known to man!?  What was I resisting?  The complete awesomeness of it!?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a changed woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  That reference was for you, Tara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  And losing my job, therefore losing my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Remember those?  Tiny screen, all black &amp;amp; white, not even Internet-capable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  Ah, the sewage drain incident.  Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6506256357661187108?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6506256357661187108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6506256357661187108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6506256357661187108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6506256357661187108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-admit-it-i-heart-my-iphone.html' title='I Admit It - I Heart My iPhone'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8664812713951549541</id><published>2009-07-22T21:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:41:10.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today we received terrible news at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, there was a &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5j4w4qYexrvP-aip7v03fOfWXW91gD99J3GS80"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;brutal in-home attack in Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that left one woman dead and another woman injured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wounded victim, who was released from the hospital, is the manager of my company's Seattle office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The murder victim is my colleague's partner.  They were planning their wedding/ commitment ceremony for September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was absolutely devastated when I heard the news.  Though I do not know her well, it's always shocking when something this horrific hits close to home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course my initial reaction was a sick feeling in my stomach.  Very similar to the one I felt the day I heard that my ex had stabbed his girlfriend.  It is so hard to imagine that anyone could be capable of such a thing!  I also cannot even begin to imagine what the victims of such crime endure...both in the moment and for years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart aches for her.  The news stated that her partner saved her life, actually shielding her from the attacker's weapon.  Unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share this news, though it is dark and sad, to remind you all of how short this life truly is.  It's hard to see God's plan in most of it, but I trust that He holds her in His hands now.  There is a reason she lived.  I hope and pray that she will have peace in her heart and healing during this time of devastation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8664812713951549541?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8664812713951549541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8664812713951549541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8664812713951549541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8664812713951549541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-short.html' title='Life Is Short'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3337602896630317992</id><published>2009-07-22T14:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:43:43.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Injured. Again.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to Top Golf for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't been, it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweat my butt off, stuffed my face with some fab &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appies&lt;/span&gt;, and drank a bucket of beer. All of which I fear resulted in the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I fell out of my chair. More accurately, it was one of those stadium seats that folds up when you stand up. I was so focused on the yummy sliders about to enter my belly, I sat down with my full weight on nothing!! On the way down, I scraped my back on the METAL armrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the awesome result. This is actually my back, and the bruise is roughly the size of a grapefruit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365504304045618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SmdlhTsTXjI/AAAAAAAAASA/AsShgZt-rxA/s320/owwie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3337602896630317992?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3337602896630317992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3337602896630317992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3337602896630317992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3337602896630317992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/injured-again.html' title='Injured. Again.'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SmdlhTsTXjI/AAAAAAAAASA/AsShgZt-rxA/s72-c/owwie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4444583960373455803</id><published>2009-07-14T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:29:05.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><title type='text'>This Just In</title><content type='html'>It's kind of ironic, since I just posted this video last week (see below).&lt;div&gt;Animal Planet contacted me and said they were searching for the cutest dogs in America for an upcoming special - and guess who they think is super adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right, my little man is all ready to get his SAG card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you updated!  In the meantime, watch the video again and tell me if you think we qualify for the super cuteness they're looking for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4444583960373455803?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4444583960373455803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4444583960373455803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4444583960373455803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4444583960373455803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3105541148593118354</id><published>2009-07-09T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:13:00.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><title type='text'>Bosley Takes A Ride on the Air Conditioner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SlavjH6DqsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MHNufn8XbYg/s320/ecard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661824756624066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7407498622764609596?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7407498622764609596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7407498622764609596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7407498622764609596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7407498622764609596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-my-bestie.html' title='To My Bestie'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SlavjH6DqsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MHNufn8XbYg/s72-c/ecard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1105282977453068571</id><published>2009-06-28T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:27:29.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Bulge'/><title type='text'>Squishy:  Week 3</title><content type='html'>I only lost 0.5 pounds this week.  What a drag.&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know, some weight lost is better than no weight lost.  But I was hoping for at least 2 pounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I treated myself to a cheeseburger AND fries for lunch today.  Take that Squishy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to my last week before July 4.  I'm 3 pounds shy of my goal....hope I can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1105282977453068571?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1105282977453068571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1105282977453068571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1105282977453068571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1105282977453068571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/squishy-week-3.html' title='Squishy:  Week 3'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3544911807379384705</id><published>2009-06-22T22:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:03:21.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is what I saw outside my window at work today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't wave back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he did thoroughly squeegee my window, resulting in my beautiful view of Uptown Dallas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SkBFhmOBHXI/AAAAAAAAARw/6zSChs1_l_M/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352800813489522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3544911807379384705?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3544911807379384705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3544911807379384705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3544911807379384705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3544911807379384705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-friend.html' title='Hello Friend'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SkBFhmOBHXI/AAAAAAAAARw/6zSChs1_l_M/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6923073859596172223</id><published>2009-06-21T21:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:39:30.934-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day...To Me</title><content type='html'>What an awesome day!&lt;div&gt;True, it's Father's Day, and I don't have a father.(1)  But I couldn't have asked for a better Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the morning off with a success on the scales(2) before heading out to church(3).  Today was our first day manning the "Singles" table.  I can't believe just three weeks ago I was searching for a place to belong, and now I'm leading a group!(4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after the service Jennie and I headed out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Southlake&lt;/span&gt;.  We had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Campania's&lt;/span&gt; (super yum,) and caught the new movie "The Proposal".  Loved it!  I laughed so hard in one scene, I had tears in my eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home this afternoon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and I watched "He's Just Not That Into You" on DVD(5), then caught up on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; with "Tori &amp;amp; Dean" and "Ruby".  There is just too much good TV to watch it all during the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished the evening with a family car ride to return the DVDs, a run to the bank(6), and a quick stop into Subway.  As much as I complain about crashing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house, it's these moments together that I know I will treasure.  We have had dozens and dozens of such family car rides, while our little B hung his head out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now my face is washed, the blog is updated, and I'm about to spend some time in Corinthians.  I may not have an earthly father to celebrate this day with, but I am SO grateful for my heavenly one who loves me unconditionally, and blessed me with this amazing and fulfilling day.  This thing is ALWAYS from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dad, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  Well, I have a father.  Just not one that chooses to be in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  See previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  I am LOVING my new church!  Every week I love it a little more, and every week I feel as though I'm growing in my personal walk with Christ.  It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  This thing is from Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5  From my beloved Red Box.  If you don't know it - you gotta try it!  $1 rentals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6  Because my cash budget rocks the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6923073859596172223?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6923073859596172223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6923073859596172223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6923073859596172223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6923073859596172223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-dayto-me.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day...To Me'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6435959318115500510</id><published>2009-06-21T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:30:20.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do We Think?</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; erased my FAB zebra print background when I was adding my new weight loss ticker.&lt;div&gt;What do we think of the bird in the pear tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so maybe it's not completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;...but I thought a change would be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think!  Do I keep it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6435959318115500510?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6435959318115500510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6435959318115500510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6435959318115500510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6435959318115500510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-we-think.html' title='What Do We Think?'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6646393586174773529</id><published>2009-06-21T09:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:46:51.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Bulge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>On The Weigh Down:  Week 2</title><content type='html'>I lost another 3.4 pounds this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the J Crew who cooked a WW-friendly meal last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggie&lt;/span&gt; buddy White Coconut for the rad weight loss ticker that now graces the right margin of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And super thanks to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; Jilly Bean who agreed to go with me on this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for skinny.....and I'm on my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6646393586174773529?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6646393586174773529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6646393586174773529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6646393586174773529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6646393586174773529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-weigh-down-week-2.html' title='On The Weigh Down:  Week 2'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-885214443837760863</id><published>2009-06-14T16:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:48:57.220-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Bulge'/><title type='text'>And We're Off....</title><content type='html'>I lost 3 pounds this week!&lt;div&gt;Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very pleased to see results this week.  I'm not sure I could have handled two weeks without coke or chocolate and nothing to show for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Jennie and I went to the movies last night and I avoided a Dr. Pepper and M&amp;amp;Ms, opting instead for water!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to another week and hopefully the beginning of my journey to thin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-885214443837760863?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/885214443837760863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=885214443837760863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/885214443837760863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/885214443837760863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-were-off.html' title='And We&apos;re Off....'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6380825874678065167</id><published>2009-06-11T21:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:47:13.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Brooklyn!</title><content type='html'>My super awesome twin bro just purchased me a ticket to NY for 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  Just so we can hang out.&lt;div&gt;How awesome is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to NYC probably 6-7 times, so we're doing it up Brooklyn style this time around!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really sure what that means(1).  But since Brooklyn is the new black...I'm totally in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  Believe me when I say that his "style" and my "style" are two different things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6380825874678065167?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6380825874678065167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6380825874678065167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6380825874678065167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6380825874678065167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5969210128873274822</id><published>2009-06-07T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:51:27.891-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><title type='text'>This Thing Is From Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; recently told me about a message she heard on her way to work one morning.&lt;div&gt;She said this pastor made the statement that although we may not always understand what God's plan is, there is no denying that He has one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so when doubting minds inquire, you should always remember 5 simple words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing is from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whether you're in the midst of the most challenging year of your life, or whether you've just been blessed, remember that it is from Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never said it would be easy, but He did say that we can overcome.(2)  Either way, just repeat those 5 little words and know that there &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a plan and you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 28:20  "A faithful man will abound with blessings...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More stories to come....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  She totally listens to church radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5969210128873274822?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5969210128873274822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5969210128873274822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5969210128873274822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5969210128873274822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-thing-is-from-him.html' title='This Thing Is From Him'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1543920307736616617</id><published>2009-06-07T21:07:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:30:16.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Thing Is From Him'/><title type='text'>Meet Bebe and Jennie</title><content type='html'>My friend Jennie and I went to pick up her new puppy this weekend.&lt;div&gt;Super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baby is a tiny toy, apricot poodle....and she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt; adorable!  Her name is Bebe, she currently weight 1.5 pounds, and her mommy has already spoiled her to pieces!(1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is, Bebe was born on April 2 and we picked her up on the first Saturday in June. My very own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; Bear was born on April 3 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and I first brought him home on the first Saturday in June of 2005.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe they'll be sweethearts!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Check out my precious new niece.(2)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennie With Bebe For The First Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Six1VbbT3AI/AAAAAAAAARo/-h_5gxczV8s/s320/DSCF1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775868781943810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Six0EFWJ-_I/AAAAAAAAARY/3lUAyJuXi5c/s320/DSCF1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344774471285341170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have to give a quick shout-out to my buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been friends for a little over a year, but have recently found our friendship at a new level.(3)  It has been such a JOY for me to find an even deeper bond with a gal I already adored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I've particularly grown to love, is a new sister in Christ.  One that I can pray with, discuss scripture with and be held accountable to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing is from Him!(4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Six0EWQQRgI/AAAAAAAAARg/_y0H4s0lIJ4/s1600-h/DSCF1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Six0EWQQRgI/AAAAAAAAARg/_y0H4s0lIJ4/s320/DSCF1905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344774475823990274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  How can you not with that sweet face!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  Yes, I call her my niece.  After all, dogs are really just furry people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Yes, we are our only remaining single friends.  But God has a plan in everything.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  See future post to come on This Thing Is From Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1543920307736616617?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1543920307736616617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1543920307736616617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1543920307736616617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1543920307736616617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-bebe.html' title='Meet Bebe and Jennie'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/Six1VbbT3AI/AAAAAAAAARo/-h_5gxczV8s/s72-c/DSCF1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-588032066417765128</id><published>2009-06-07T19:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:51:12.914-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Bulge'/><title type='text'>Squishy 1....Fabs 0</title><content type='html'>Today wrapped up week 1 of the great Squishy War of 2009.&lt;div&gt;My beautiful friend lost 3 pounds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for Jilly Bean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost 0 pounds.  ZERO!  A big FAT goose egg(1)!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I treated myself to Sonic and some dog park therapy this afternoon.  I figure tomorrow is a new day and a new week.  If I'm going to step things up a notch, I should at least get a large cherry Dr. Pepper as a farewell(2).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid squishy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  My first coke in a week - not that it mattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-588032066417765128?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/588032066417765128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=588032066417765128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/588032066417765128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/588032066417765128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/06/squishy-1fabs-0.html' title='Squishy 1....Fabs 0'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5527242208477647027</id><published>2009-05-31T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:53:18.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle of the Bulge'/><title type='text'>Hit The Road, Squishy</title><content type='html'>Squishy.&lt;div&gt;That's what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as much as I'd like to continue to ignore it(1), I can't.  So my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; and I have decided to get skinny.  Together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only blogging about it to keep myself accountable.  I figure if I admit to everyone(2) who follows me, I better have something to show for it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes....  Wish me luck.(3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  And by ignore it, I mean feed it.  Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  Both of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Don't feed The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5527242208477647027?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5527242208477647027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5527242208477647027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5527242208477647027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5527242208477647027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/hit-road-squishy.html' title='Hit The Road, Squishy'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8761790735973156543</id><published>2009-05-31T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:41:18.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Footnotes</title><content type='html'>I like them.&lt;div&gt;So I'm keeping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8761790735973156543?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8761790735973156543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8761790735973156543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8761790735973156543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8761790735973156543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/fun-with-footnotes.html' title='Fun With Footnotes'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5132120852056809387</id><published>2009-05-29T22:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:08:13.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word of the Day'/><title type='text'>Word of the Day:  Janky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JANKY&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adjective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;[JANE-KEY]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definition:  Inferior qualify; held in low social regard; poor quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Synonyms:  Shabby, crappy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Example:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Y'all should have seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;janky&lt;/span&gt; Geo Tracker I drove back in the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5132120852056809387?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5132120852056809387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5132120852056809387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5132120852056809387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5132120852056809387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/word-of-day-janky.html' title='Word of the Day:  Janky'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-439321474598712102</id><published>2009-05-29T22:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:32:03.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs I Stalk'/><title type='text'>Another New Blog To Check Out</title><content type='html'>Now y'all know I love me some blogs.&lt;div&gt;Check out my latest and greatest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggie&lt;/span&gt; buddy:  &lt;a href="http://magnoliamoment.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Magnolia Momen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-439321474598712102?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/439321474598712102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=439321474598712102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/439321474598712102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/439321474598712102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-new-blog-to-check-out.html' title='Another New Blog To Check Out'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1222832504258771354</id><published>2009-05-28T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:54:06.878-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Bug'/><title type='text'>R.I.P., My Fabulous Friends</title><content type='html'>Last week I had a client visit with a company in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lewisville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Because it was a super hot and humid day to be dressed up, and because it was a Wednesday and that's my "date" night with Jilly Bean(1), I actually brought a change of clothes for after my meeting.  My colleague B made fun of me.  Little did she know my yet unforeseen wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I headed out to my meeting and promptly found myself lost on the way.(2)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm sweating in the heat and slightly panicked with my Google Map in one hand, punching in the address on my GPS with the other, and balancing my cell phone between my neck and shoulder as I ask Lamont (who answers the phone) for help.  His only direction, by the way, was to look for the 7-11 on the corner(3). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I arrive, and just on time I might add.  I have a great meeting and am already planning interviews for my candidates before I leave 30 minutes later.  A perfect day.(4)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I leave my meeting, I'm sassing my cute self down the stairs feeling good about the visit and totally FAB in my fave 4-inch black snakeskin stilettos.  Half way down, I manage to actually step IN TO the cuff of my pants with one of my heels. And there I go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumbling down the remaining half of the stairs.  Legs in the air, ankles twisted, hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gripping&lt;/span&gt; on for dear life to the railing(5), and my bag flying with all the contents dumped over the remaining three steps.(6)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me when I say that I got up faster than I fell down, barely making eye contact with the security guard that came to my rescue, and limping out to my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point I realize my shoe feels weird.  I look down to discover that the limping is due in part to the fact that I have broken off one of my heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned to the office with bruises in tow the soreness setting in.(7)  A great story to tell, but devastated over the loss of my shoe.  Luckily, I had my trusty change of clothes and flips to at least bring me back to a moderate level of comfort.  And my co-workers assured me that a good cobbler could fix my baby(8) right up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, I made it a priority to take it over to the little Chinese man that fixes all my shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He's a miracle-worker," I think.  "Surely he can fix my beloved 4-inch black snakeskin stilettos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I approach him with all the seriousness of someone truly concerned about a sick friend, but hopeful for healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He peels the padding off(9) and starts pushing and twisting the heel.  I feel like he's tapping my arm for a vein.   Stop!  Make it stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lady," he says.  "I can't fix.  See metal rod?  I can't fix."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sniff, sniff.  "Say it isn't so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. cobbler(10) man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I receive a blank stare in return as he hands over my fab-no-more shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously cannot put into words the total defeat on my face as I made my way back to my car. Would it make me crazy that I've been mourning the loss ever since?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's up for shopping this weekend?  Mama needs a new pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  And possibly because I'm lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2  For the record, Highway 121, 121 Business, and 121 Bypass can be a little confusing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3  Which at this point I'm thinking may only be good for a 40 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4  Until.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5  Which yes, I do realize, I probably should have been holding from the start.  But then I would not have been able to further sass with my FAB new summer bag I picked up at the grand opening of Sam Moon's a few weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6  Aforementioned bag contained glasses, lipstick, wallet and inhaler.  Not exactly sexy contents, but way better than a tampon or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7  I wish I could say the soreness was because the fall was so bad.  But I fear it is actually because I'm old.  Or perhaps because this was the biggest workout I've had in 2 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8  My shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9  Ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10  Am I spelling cobbler right?  Or am I speaking about a person who bakes pies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1222832504258771354?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1222832504258771354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1222832504258771354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1222832504258771354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1222832504258771354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-my-fabulous-shoes.html' title='R.I.P., My Fabulous Friends'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3849731748734460581</id><published>2009-05-26T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:50:07.565-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>SHOES!</title><content type='html'>This story actually belongs to my friend B.   But it was too darn funny (and too much like me) to leave it unpublished.  Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B took off work for her sister's wedding a few weeks ago.  Of course she also planned to work in an interview that day...you know...since she was already off and didn't have to come up with new excuses to leave the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she's running around all morning trying to get ready for her interview and fielding calls from the dozens of family members flooding into town.  She's dashing around the house gathering her things and finishing her makeup when she realizes she hasn't printed a copy of her resume yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news.  Printer is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she grabs her bag and rushes over to her boyfriend's house.  He's out back working on a project (he's a freelance photographer), so she goes straight to the office to print. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad news.  Printer is not connected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweat starts forming around her hairline as panic sets in.  She throws off her jacket and shoes and runs to the back of the house for help.  The boyfriend comes to her rescue and reconnects the printer as the clock ticks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, in a full sweat at this point, the resume is printed.  The BF offers to drive since B is now completely freaked out and late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they are 20 minutes down the road and her pulse finally returns to a resting rate, she bends down to put on her shoes and realizes......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY ARE STILL AT THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BF'S&lt;/span&gt; HOUSE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Panic.  Panic.  Hyperventilating.  More sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are 1 mile from the interview.  It starts in 10 minutes.  And she has no shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a moment of heroics the BF spots a shopping center and cuts a fast turn into the parking lot. With the car still moving, B jumps from the passenger side in no shoes and runs to the first store.  She flings open the door and in a panic screams,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHOES!!  DO YOU HAVE SHOES!!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clerk just looks at her with a blank stare.  "Um, no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B runs to the next store, again tearing open the door and screaming "SHOES!?"  And again, the answer is no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The BF is circling the parking lot in search of a space as B runs to the third store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"DO YOU HAVE SHOES!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success.  She races to their minimal selection and grabs the first semi-dress shoe in her size just as the BF comes tearing through the store waving the credit card (good BF).  They are strapping on her shoes and signing the receipt when the clerk says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And why would you go to an  interview without shoes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B makes it to the interview with 1 minute to spare and sporting a new pair of shoes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which she will likely burn after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3849731748734460581?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3849731748734460581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3849731748734460581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3849731748734460581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3849731748734460581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/shoes.html' title='SHOES!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1032848981369119697</id><published>2009-05-25T21:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:34:58.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWTS'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I am terribly addicted to reality TV.&lt;div&gt;It started with the Real World in college, and has extended to a love of more shows than I can actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I just have to comment on the finales of late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity Apprentice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, reality TV by itself is awesome.  But throw in some celebrities and its bliss!  I've been watching since the first season and this year I was rooting for Joan Rivers to take it.  Don't get me wrong, I've never been a huge fan.  But the woman is 78 years old and she is one spry lady!  I admire her energy and thought she played a pretty clever game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The verdict:  Joan won!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing With the Stars&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If reality and celebrities aren't enough - make them dance!  Pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;!  I absolutely love this show and this year called the final three:  Melissa (of Bachelor fame), Gilles (of naked-man-in-Sex-and-the-city-fame) and Shawn (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Olympic&lt;/span&gt; champion).  I wanted Shawn to win.  How freaking cute is she?  And every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Olympian&lt;/span&gt; that has made it to the finals, has won.  I didn't want her walking away with that mirrored ball trophy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The verdict:  Shawn won!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm 2-for-2 and decided to throw my weight toward American Idol next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I gave up on AI a few years ago and usually end up tuning in only for the final 10.  The rest of it just gets old to me.  But I got all kinds of sucked in with this whole Adam mess.  UGH!!  I think this guy is such a joke. How can America seriously buy into his poser crap?  My personal vote was Danny.  But since he was voted out of the finals, I went for Chris.  I'm sorry, but I think anyone can stand up and sing, but it takes an idol to be able to sing AND play piano AND guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The verdict:  Chris won!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with my faith in reality TV renewed (I swore it off after the Bachelor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;debacle&lt;/span&gt;), I was pleased to tune into new seasons of my other faves:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bachelorette (I heart Jillian!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intervention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yee&lt;/span&gt;-haw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1032848981369119697?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1032848981369119697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1032848981369119697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1032848981369119697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1032848981369119697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2193103153370485272</id><published>2009-05-10T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:59:22.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Half Full...Today</title><content type='html'>Do you think you're a glass half-full or glass half-empty kind of person?&lt;div&gt;Personally, I've never really been able to nail down a consistent emotion when it comes to my liquid measuring.  Some weeks I feel like my cup is overflowing, and other weeks I feel like I'm wandering around the desert parched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks in particular I've been feeling REAL sorry for myself. Turning 31 and not feeling like I'm where I should be at this point in my life.  Waiting on my commissions to roll in and feeling like a pauper in the meantime.  And don't get me started on the "squishy" factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, we helped a friend move who is knee-deep in crisis.  You could see the defeat and exhaustion on her face, and my heart broke for her.  So we gave group hugs, loaded up the cars, and supported her the best we knew how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way home I prayed for her again.  Then I thanked God for where I am in my life today.  I am so grateful to be free from the prison I lived in for so long.  I may not be exactly where I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be, but I know it's exactly where I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2193103153370485272?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2193103153370485272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2193103153370485272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2193103153370485272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2193103153370485272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/05/glass-half-fulltoday.html' title='Glass Half Full...Today'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-954603710679066776</id><published>2009-04-12T17:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:20:50.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs I Stalk'/><title type='text'>A New (To Me) Blog to Check Out</title><content type='html'>A new blog my buddy Tara introduced me to that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisfish.ivillage.com/love/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Fish Needs A Bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-954603710679066776?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/954603710679066776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=954603710679066776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/954603710679066776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/954603710679066776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-blog-my-buddy-tara-introduced-me-to.html' title='A New (To Me) Blog to Check Out'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2700253258445252137</id><published>2009-04-12T16:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:36:16.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet, Tweet</title><content type='html'>Since I first found out about Twitter 2 years ago, I've been avoiding it.  &lt;div&gt;I have a blog, I have a cell phone, I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;!  How many more ways can a gal be connected?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But out of sheer boredom today, I decided to give it a go!  So if you're interested in following me - I swear I'll update it more often than my blog - you can find me under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;1278.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2700253258445252137?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2700253258445252137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2700253258445252137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2700253258445252137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2700253258445252137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweet-tweet.html' title='Tweet, Tweet'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1546130853021180433</id><published>2009-04-12T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:22:20.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>Poopfest '09</title><content type='html'>When I was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade, I had pneumonia.  But it was the first day of school and I was way too much the social butterfly to miss out on that!  So I insisted on going.  And even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; knew I'd be home within the hour, she let me.&lt;div&gt;Now something important to understand here, is that this was a BRAND NEW school. Beautiful, clean, stained-free carpet lined the halls.  It was quite the fancy campus and everyone was in awe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; was right, I barely made it through the first hour (which was music class), before I felt sick to my stomach.  Not knowing where the nurse's office was, the teacher had another kid walk me down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I approached the front hall - the MAIN hall where everyone enters and gets their first impression of this gorgeous new place - I blew.  Delightful little kid vomit all over the front entry....and the kid who was escorting me now running and screaming "She's PUKING!  She's PUKING!" at the top of his lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was forever remembered by administration (and the janitors) as that girl who ruined the carpet on the first day (first hour!) of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always known that as payback, someday my own child would projectile-vomit in some public location.  But since I have no kids, I have instead been blessed with my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt;, and what I am now referring to as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Poopfest&lt;/span&gt; 2009.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PetSmart&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought it would be a nice little outing for my guy.  Get him some new treats, take a field trip out of the house, and while we were there I could get his anal glands drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah - I said it - anal glands.  It's a part of small-dog life y'all, bear with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is not his favorite thing to do (whose would it be!?).  I guess despite the fact that I planned on buying him treats after, he decided to get me back for the tease-of-an-adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'm collecting toys and treats, I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; yanking on the leash and I realize he's making the great escape to take a poop - IN THE FRONT ENTRY OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PETSMART&lt;/span&gt;!  So I spin around to use my handy-dandy baggies to quickly eliminate the issue and I realize that he has left a trail of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pooplets&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bend down to start catching them and I hear him snapping at a big dog that approaches.  I spin around to deal with that, dropping the poop, knocking my sunglasses off my head, thus cementing my hair to my freshly-glossed lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course he has now dropped a few more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pooplets&lt;/span&gt; while attacking the dog.  So I'm busy trying to gather those - while people stop to laugh.  Suddenly, he jerks the leash and goes running down the aisle - STILL DROPPING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;POOPLETS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm dropping treats and my purse in order to quickly capture him and avoid slipping on his "trail".  I finally grab his leash just in time for a few last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pooplets&lt;/span&gt; to go flinging down aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deposit my three poop baggies, take myself quickly to the registers, and pay for his not-so-deserved treats.  I'm sweating at this point and just wanting to get in my car and go home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out - I look over to see the original offending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pooplets&lt;/span&gt; still sitting in the entry way. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt;, leash, my bag and purchases in had, I simply turn the other way and walk out!  I admit it!  I was too embarrassed to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get in the car and I let a heavy sigh of relief pass as I blast on the air conditioning and sit back in my chair.  What an experience!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; turns and gives me what I feel sure is a knowing-smirk and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;smoochies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.  Little stinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1546130853021180433?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1546130853021180433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1546130853021180433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1546130853021180433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1546130853021180433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/04/poopfest-09.html' title='Poopfest &apos;09'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2039843114785376901</id><published>2009-03-24T18:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:25:23.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><title type='text'>Kitty Wigs</title><content type='html'>Oh yes.  It's real.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittywigs.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.kittywigs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink is the color of fantasy.  Our model, Chicken, looks like her mind is elsewhere when she wears this wig - - somewhere in the land of cotton candy and pinwheels where the air smells like sugar kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink makes your kitty feel elegant, modern and quintessentially feline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SclpXb_YshI/AAAAAAAAARI/luyADRB_Aeg/s1600-h/chickenpinkfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SclpXb_YshI/AAAAAAAAARI/luyADRB_Aeg/s320/chickenpinkfull.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316896686459105810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Electric Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue is edgy and electric.  In this wig, Chicken sports some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;serrrious&lt;/span&gt; attitude:  she's thinking saxophones, smoke and snapping fingers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue gives your kitty a sharp look - - jazzy and totally copacetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SclpW24fa6I/AAAAAAAAARA/qKd0FAk2QkQ/s1600-h/chickenblueelbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SclpW24fa6I/AAAAAAAAARA/qKd0FAk2QkQ/s320/chickenblueelbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316896676498074530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; commentary to add.  I think I'll let the photos do the talking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But can we at least talk about the fact that the cat's name is Chicken? And look at her work it! Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2039843114785376901?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2039843114785376901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2039843114785376901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2039843114785376901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2039843114785376901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/kitty-wigs.html' title='Kitty Wigs'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SclpXb_YshI/AAAAAAAAARI/luyADRB_Aeg/s72-c/chickenpinkfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8234575983985653170</id><published>2009-03-17T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:34:48.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In</title><content type='html'>My ex has officially exhausted all of his appeals.&lt;div&gt;Which means.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 60-year sentence stands.  And to put it in the words of the State of Texas Criminal Justice Department, unless he "dies or escapes" he won't even see a chance of parole until 2037.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been over a year since the first sentence was imposed and I still can't believe it.  I will never be able to express the relief I feel knowing that the cycle has stopped with us.  And what's more, to know that both women I stood beside now have a peace they never thought possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may seem like a strange concept to some, but I feel blessed to have this be my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8234575983985653170?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8234575983985653170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8234575983985653170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8234575983985653170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8234575983985653170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7161639529603091436</id><published>2009-03-09T21:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:20:12.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWTS'/><title type='text'>Dancing With The Stars 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Check out the new season of DWTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comedian &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;David Alan Grier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Belinda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Carlisle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gymnast &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shawn Johnson&lt;/span&gt; (the super young, super short one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rapper &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil' Kim&lt;/span&gt; (also super short, but a little more slutty)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playboy Playmate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holly Madison&lt;/span&gt;  (Hef's ex)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actor &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marini&lt;/span&gt;  (the naked guy from Sex &amp;amp; The City)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullrider &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ty Murray&lt;/span&gt; (a professional cowboy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jackass &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve-O&lt;/span&gt; (think the MTV show, not the adjective)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actress &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denise Richards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bachelor survivor &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rycroft&lt;/span&gt;  (yes - it's THAT Melissa)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;NFL Player &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lawrence Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Country singer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuck Wicks&lt;/span&gt;  (super cute and Julianne Hough's sweetie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apple Co-Founder &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve Wozniak&lt;/span&gt;  (the rich dorky guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My review of the season premier?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melissa rocked it!  She was fantastic and absolutely stunning.  How can you not love this girl? Must be because she's from Texas.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steve-O is a year out from being sober.  I was actually super impressed with him and completely touched by the moment and the support of his "Jackass" friend in the audience.  I can't wait to see what he does this season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love me some Ty Murray.  Another good ol' Texan.  Absolutely adorable to watch.  He is SO out of his element, and it's perfectly entertaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chuck Wicks is hot.  Who knew?  And I should probably be nauseated by the love affair with him and his partner/ real-life girlfriend Julianne, but they are both so darn cute I can't help it! I totally want to hang out with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest was pretty uneventful for the first episode, but I'm a fan just the same.  Can't wait to see how this season progresses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7161639529603091436?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7161639529603091436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7161639529603091436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7161639529603091436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7161639529603091436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-with-stars-2009.html' title='Dancing With The Stars 2009'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5863858240219358748</id><published>2009-03-05T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:43:22.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>References On Request</title><content type='html'>Today we met an interesting candidate.&lt;div&gt;When we asked for his references, he produced a list of four contacts.  Three of the four had a tiny note written beside each of them in the margin that read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Deceased."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, we stated that we wouldn't be able to contact these particular references (without a lot of candles and some chanting anyway), and asked if he had any others.  He said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But these were really good ones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I consulted my Magic 8 Ball and asked it if we would be finding him work.  It said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Not likely."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5863858240219358748?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5863858240219358748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5863858240219358748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5863858240219358748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5863858240219358748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/references-on-request.html' title='References On Request'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7663412793636769027</id><published>2009-03-01T22:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:05:30.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thoughts On Chris &amp; Rihanna (Sorry, I have to)</title><content type='html'>My heart hurts.&lt;div&gt;I mean it literally aches in my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would appear that Chris and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; are back together, or at least spending time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I wouldn't give to spend an afternoon with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really pisses me off though, is that rumors are that there isn't enough evidence to support the case, and Chris will likely walk away.  There were pictures of him in Miami today (where he is reportedly staying with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;) jet skiing around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this.  I just hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7663412793636769027?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7663412793636769027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7663412793636769027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7663412793636769027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7663412793636769027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-thoughts-on-chris-rihanna-sorry-i.html' title='More Thoughts On Chris &amp; Rihanna (Sorry, I have to)'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7377598402338580190</id><published>2009-02-25T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:34:43.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Topic:  Do People Really Like You</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep.&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I drank a large Cherry Coke around 8pm and I'm still feeling the rush.  So I'm lying her in bed thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is usually a time where I make mental checklists of everything I need to accomplish the following day, or write blog posts and chapters to my nonexistent book in my head.  But tonight I thought I'd try something a little different and actually put it on the record for a change.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight's Topic:  Do People Really Like You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this week I learned of a former co-worker who said some EXTREMELY ugly things about me.  The least of which was the fact that he found me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I'd laugh this off.  And rest assured there was definitely some chuckling on my part when I first heard (if I'm being totally honest, I wasn't a big fan of him either).  But something about this particular incident got me to thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wonder if maybe you're the only one who doesn't see what everybody else sees?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean how great would it be if you could step outside from yourself long enough to see if you would even want to hang out with yourself?  (Did you follow that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, it wasn't that long ago that I was learning about other co-workers saying some unkind things about me.   They mostly stuck to terms like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; to describe my best qualities.  Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just this summer, I lost two of my best friends (or what I thought were friends) after finding out they were making fun of me behind my back and describing me as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short-tempered&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-involved&lt;/span&gt;.  One of them even had the nerve to admit this (while laughing) to my face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it begs the question:  Am I really that bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; yes, these were not good people.  It was ugly for them to talk about me like that in the first place, and obviously they not the quality of person I want in my life.   I know.  And sure, I would never describe myself as bitchy, annoying, negative, short-tempered, etc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what if what I see, and what the rest of the world sees, are two different things!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean that's an awful lot of ugliness being slung my way.  Don't I have to at least consider that maybe some of it is warranted?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that I should change who I am.   A boy once told me that I laugh too much and too loud, and I giggled his butt all the way to the door.  See I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;fearfully and wonderfully made&lt;/span&gt;, and I won't pretend to be anything less.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, I also don't want to be remembered as possessing any of the above qualities.  And if there's something I can do to change the perception, I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7377598402338580190?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7377598402338580190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7377598402338580190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7377598402338580190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7377598402338580190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/tonights-topic-do-people-really-like.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Topic:  Do People Really Like You'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4244525583456960490</id><published>2009-02-24T21:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:03:47.985-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions That Will Probably Irritate the Masses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah....Where's My American Idol?</title><content type='html'>Is it just me....&lt;div&gt;Or does Obama use the words "I" and "Me" a LOT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting tired of hearing about this plan.  I'm more anxious to see some results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm REALLY tired of his press conferences preempting my TV.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not the way to win my vote Mr. President.  Don't mess with my prime time!   :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4244525583456960490?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4244525583456960490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4244525583456960490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4244525583456960490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4244525583456960490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blahwheres-my-american-idol.html' title='Blah Blah Blah....Where&apos;s My American Idol?'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8478109702830035541</id><published>2009-02-22T15:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:38:37.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts On Chris &amp; Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you haven't already seen this picture, it has been confirmed by the L.A. Police that it is in fact the real photo of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/span&gt; injuries at the hand of Chris Brown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SaHCNUY4txI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p43s2jsh70k/s1600-h/Rihanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SaHCNUY4txI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p43s2jsh70k/s320/Rihanna.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305735370086332178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may freak you out a little that I'm posting this on my blog.  My intention is not to exploit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;, but rather to bring awareness to the issues.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I find most disturbing about this photo is not as much the physical bruises, but rather her demeanor.  It's as if you can see that her spirit is broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate violence.  I really hate the idea that Chris Brown will probably walk away from this with nothing more than a dip in album sales and a slap on the wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am broken-hearted for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;.  I wish desperately that I could hug her and take away her pain.  I hate that this is just the beginning of a long road ahead.  And worse yet - to have it all be in the public eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I hope, is that she will heal from this and recognize her value.  I hope she doesn't make the mistake of returning to him either, but let's face it, statistics are not on her side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what I hope more than anything, is that this whole situation will bring more awareness to the issues.  I would love to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; become an advocate for the issues and see other celebrities come forward and admit their own experiences.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because domestic violence is still an issue this society refuses to acknowledge, and the statistics are 1 in 3 women!  It is absolutely critical that we start talking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8478109702830035541?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8478109702830035541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8478109702830035541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8478109702830035541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8478109702830035541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-thoughts-on-chris-rihanna.html' title='My Thoughts On Chris &amp; Rihanna'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SaHCNUY4txI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/p43s2jsh70k/s72-c/Rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2274388002634319839</id><published>2009-02-17T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:38:24.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor In Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Below is a delightful blog post I read today (thanks Lesley!) that I think perfectly describes last night's Bachelor.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to scream every single time Chris uses the words “most dramatic.” I want to cry when a woman inevitably emerges in a Wet Seal garment. And I want to throw a punch when I realize that, once again, Deanna is nowhere to be found. I curse you, ABC! Bitterness aside, let’s discuss the highlights of last night’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bachelor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; episode, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-1861"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who else teared up when Peter Jackson, Lucy Lawless, and Russell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crowe&lt;/span&gt; welcomed the entire cast and crew with kiwis and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; paraphernalia at the airport? If only. Instead, we were subjected to Date No. 1 wherein Jillian and Jason went mad for plaid in (sort of) matching outfits! Once again, the helicopter shows up to whisk the grunge duo to the top of a mountain for a picnic. (Clearly an ABC exec is trying to justify hanging on to this helicopter in these tough economic times. The chopper has appeared in more episodes than, well, Deanna.) She uses the word “babe,” tells him she loves him and that she wants to marry her “best friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, a rant here: The whole “best friend” thing seemed to throw him off, right? I’m going to talk to Jason here for a minute: Jason, let’s say you were to marry, I don’t know, a 24-year-old ex-Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. One day, she’s going to turn 30, and you might realize, “Huh. I never noticed how annoying she is when she talks.” Or something like that. And you’re going to wish your best friend was around to watch television with and laugh with you, and, sure, smooch or whatever. But instead you’ll be worrying about how to tell your wife to stop wearing shirts as dresses to your company Christmas parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I found his whole attitude irritating (can you tell?) because, if history serves, he CLEARLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t know jack about choosing mates. Okay, sorry. Back to the date. After lunch, they get dressed up, go to dinner, get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt; overnight invite from Chris, and then retire to the hot tub (Jilly was clad in a bikini and boots). Okay, who noticed the ominous music when Jilly and Jason were making out? We half expected Deanna to emerge from the bushes and kill them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But alas, no. On to Date No. 2. Molly, our pert, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ponytailed&lt;/span&gt; pal, shows up dressed in a brown shirt and jeans–just like Jason. What department store do you think she buys for? Anyway, they bungee jump, and…this is where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guhls&lt;/span&gt; and I sort of lost interest. At some point, our friend Liz asked, “So, she’s from New Zealand?” About Molly. So, after we stop laughing about that, we turn our attention back, and Molly is rocking a side pony (is this back?) at dinner. She also accepts the overnight date. But poor Molly. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t get a proper hot tub–they have to soak in the bathtub. Jason remarks, “The way she holds me–it’s like true caring.” He is a poet. Anyway, she, too, professes her love, tears up, the whole nine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now it’s time for our girl Melissa. Jason asks her, “You haven’t talked to your parents, have you?” And she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hasn&lt;/span&gt;’t. But for the next 48 hours, she is compelled to tell him how close she is to her parents, how often she sees them, how her brother was a mama’s boy, the whole nine. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;needn&lt;/span&gt;’t worry. Could this guy be more into her? Maybe it’s the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; ring. Perhaps it’s the fact that she wore a dress that actually skimmed the knee (probably borrowed it from one of the taller girls). It very well has something to do with the fact that she looks darn good in a bikini. Whatever the case, he is smitten. He even says, “I can’t get enough of Melissa.” So, I’m bored. What’s the point? We know who wins, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, Melissa once again shocks and amazes with her bad taste at the rose ceremony. But Jason is a close second in a jacket that he might have borrowed from Ty (too small) and yet another bad tie. What’s the deal, ABC costumer? All the money going to the chopper? Melissa gets Rose No. 1 and Molly gets Rose No. 2. Jilly gets the boot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 22px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, we were watching the previews for next week and Chris said something like, “Out of respect for everyone involved, we turned off the camera”–or something like that. Anyone know what that’s about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2274388002634319839?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2274388002634319839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2274388002634319839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2274388002634319839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2274388002634319839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/bachelor-in-review.html' title='The Bachelor In Review'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-9157964532388822590</id><published>2009-02-16T16:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:59:42.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><title type='text'>Big Money, Big Money!</title><content type='html'>I got my first commission check on Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked 8 hours of freelance work.  My commission?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$3.10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I treated myself to a new $4.77 alarm clock at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; with that check and the pennies I found under my car seat.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-9157964532388822590?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9157964532388822590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=9157964532388822590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9157964532388822590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9157964532388822590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-money-big-money.html' title='Big Money, Big Money!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2263818996921222904</id><published>2009-02-15T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:24:59.634-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><title type='text'>Efficient or Just Odd?</title><content type='html'>You know how you often see people multi-tasking at a time where it doesn't make the most sense?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like applying makeup while you're driving?  Or reading a book while you're walking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well last weekend at the DOG PARK, I saw a guy whip out an electric razor and SHAVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2263818996921222904?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2263818996921222904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2263818996921222904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2263818996921222904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2263818996921222904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/efficient-or-just-odd.html' title='Efficient or Just Odd?'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4270715855154161896</id><published>2009-02-01T20:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:28:10.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabs Is Not So Fabulous</title><content type='html'>I'm sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick.  I'm tired of being sick.  I think I have another fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm discouraged about my job.  I love it.  But I'm discouraged because I have yet to see the fruits of my labor (i.e. the commissions). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still living at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; house.  And I'm 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm just down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt; feels deflated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4270715855154161896?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4270715855154161896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4270715855154161896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4270715855154161896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4270715855154161896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabs-is-not-so-fabulous.html' title='Fabs Is Not So Fabulous'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4298532566702065172</id><published>2009-01-29T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:39:27.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><title type='text'>I'm All Talked Out</title><content type='html'>My new job requires a LOT of talking.  My days are structured like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8am - Arrive at work (check email, plan the morning, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30am - Morning Meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9am - Role Plays (practice sales pitches with team)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30am - Power Hour (on the phone - call, call, call!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noon -  Lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 to 5pm - Client Visits / Second Power Hour (out doing in-person meetings or more calls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5pm - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-plan and Research for next day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30pm - Wrap Meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6pm - I get to go home  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I realize at first glance it looks like a beating.  But the schedule has actually grown on me! I like the structure.  I like knowing exactly what to expect for the day.  And I REALLY like the fact that my days fly by! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on a typical day my goal is to make 65 calls and have 20 connects.  Connects mean that I've had a good conversation with a decision-maker.  Even if it didn't result in a job placement, I still made a connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point of telling you all this??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I made 139 calls, which resulted in 39 connects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pooped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4298532566702065172?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4298532566702065172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4298532566702065172' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4298532566702065172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4298532566702065172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-all-talked-out.html' title='I&apos;m All Talked Out'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2944330947318877541</id><published>2009-01-29T21:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:33:37.540-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Let the Awards Season Begin!</title><content type='html'>I just about fell out of my chair when I realized I hadn't seen the majority of the Academy Award nominated films this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last weekend I set out on my mission to see them all!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started Friday night with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;.  This film - wow.  I mean I don't even have words for how incredible it was!  I had plans to see a second movie after, but was so darn happy when I left this one, I just wanted to go home and be content with a big grin on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to give you anything on it - you just have to go see it for yourself!  It's AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, after a quick stop off at the CVS Minute Clinic for some drugs (freaking awesome - try it if you haven't already), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and I made our way to Grapevine Mills for a double-header.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/span&gt; first.  This is Ron Howard's latest flick, so how can you go wrong?  It's a fascinating story and Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Langella's&lt;/span&gt; performance was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt;!  It was a good movie.  But I think my mom got more out of it (her living it and all).  I was still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;, so I think the effect was lost a little on me.  Still good to see and an interesting story to follow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our second stop was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't really know how to describe this flick.  Aside from the brutal violence in the beginning (who knew fake wrestling could be so bloody?), I loved it.  Marisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tomei&lt;/span&gt; was wonderful as always, but it truly was Mickey Rourke that stood out.  He was made to play this role!  I feel sure they didn't even have to do makeup on him for his run-down-and-out-drunkard look.  Another great Oscar pic if you're interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still getting over my sickness from Saturday, but if I can muster the energy this weekend, I'm thinking about The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons and The Reader (at least).  Reviews to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2944330947318877541?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2944330947318877541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2944330947318877541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2944330947318877541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2944330947318877541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-awards-season-begin.html' title='Let the Awards Season Begin!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6217639536252835478</id><published>2009-01-27T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T15:44:18.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>50 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1. I'm scared of drains.  As in, I stand with my feet apart in the shower, I never put them down in a hot tub or when I'm getting a pedicure, and if I ever lose my diamond ring down one, I would consider it a goner.  Pool drains are always a no-go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I don't eat seafood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  I've never broken a bone, had a cavity, or had a bee sting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  But I have had stitches 3 times.  Once for splitting my chin open on the driveway when I was skateboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I played softball for years when I was a kid.  (If you know me well, you will find this one particularly entertaining).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  I love musicals.  My favorite one growing up was The Music Man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I play the flute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I have never been outside of the U. S., but I carry around my passport just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  I would love to write a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.  I don't think there is any ice cream in the world that can top Blue Bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  I would give anything to have one more conversation with my Grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  I'm fascinated by crime investigations and forensics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  I started doing my own laundry at the age of 10 after my mother tired of me complaining about how she was doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  I plan on skydiving this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  I bought myself a FABULOUS diamond ring for Christmas one year.  I decided it was time for me to sport some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt;.  I wear it every day and feel a huge sense of confidence and accomplishment anytime someone compliments it or I catch it sparkle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  I once got knocked out by a flying drum stick while rocking out front row at a show at The Curtain Club.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  I will always be a wild child at heart.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.  I wasn't a dog person until I bought one.  Now I'm a TOTAL dog lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.  If I could, I would go to the Spa once a week.  I love massages, body scrubs, pedicures, facials, all of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.  Losing my job in September was the BEST THING EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.  I hate to cook, but I love to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.  Sometimes I'm so lazy, that if I find spare change on the floor, I'll just toss it in the trash instead of take the time to put it in my wallet.  I know.  I literally throw money away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.  I can wiggle my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.  I love, love, love shoes, bags and accessories.  I especially love vintage clutches!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.  I absolutely adore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; who I have known for 23 years.  She is the only one who knows my stories, my family, my past, and she's the closest thing to a sister I'll ever have.  I feel SO blessed to have her in my life.  And I look forward to being little old ladies, still eating mint chocolate chip ice cream, snuggled up in bed, laughing.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.  I was born and raised in Texas, but have never owned a cowboy hat or a pair of boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.  I refuse to watch horror flicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28.  I'm terrified of needles, but had no problem getting a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.  I don't think the education I got was worth the price I paid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.  I accepted Christ when I was 4 years old, and was baptized by my father when I was 12 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.  I have a really great story for why Isaiah 41:10 is one of my favorite verses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.  I could care less about the fact that I'm only 5'1.  It is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.  I often wonder how far I would get as a contestant on the Bachelor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.  I have white hairs coming in at my roots.  Not grey. White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35.  I don't like it when people say I'm like my dad.  I don't think he has any admirable qualities that I would want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36.  My brother and I used to sing duets at school and/or church all the time growing up.  I have proof of this on tape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37.  I have no desire (at this point in time) to purchase a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38.  In HS, my best friends were mostly guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39.  I sing all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40.  A friend once gave me a book and told me it would save my life.  She was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41.  I have 20-something aunts and uncles, but only 2 I care to keep in touch with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42.  I love treating my friends to things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.  Babe's would be my last meal, if given the opportunity to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44.  I don't believe in the death penalty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45.  I don't care about the environment.  There.  I said it.  I don't recycle, I don't carpool, and I don't care.  Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.  I think everybody should go to counseling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.  I would much rather someone tell me that I'm funny than I'm beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.  I'm a perfectionist...to a fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.  I hate cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.  I love questions.  And therefore can almost always be counted on to fill out the surveys on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6217639536252835478?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6217639536252835478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6217639536252835478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6217639536252835478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6217639536252835478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/50-random-things-about-me.html' title='50 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-177609843574845229</id><published>2009-01-06T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:06:29.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Dear Enchiladas</title><content type='html'>My darling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; brought dinner over last night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because I've had major surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or because we lost a loved one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or even because I can't....er.....don't cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But because she loves me (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I present the following thank-you notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Jilly Bean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for dinner. You are the best. I finished it off today for lunch.  And again for dinner. Yummy.  And super thanks for joining us last night.  We love having you over and sometimes I wish you wouldn't leave!  Please visit again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Paula Dean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for your awesome recipe.  I feel sure there is not one healthy thing about it, which is all the more reason why I love it (and you).  Please feel free to visit my friend Jill's recipe box more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Enchiladas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.  Please visit again soon (although not necessarily in the heartburn form you arrived in at 3am this morning).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5061069582012654334-177609843574845229?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/177609843574845229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=177609843574845229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/177609843574845229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/177609843574845229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-enchiladas.html' title='Dear Enchiladas'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8027390575348705117</id><published>2009-01-04T18:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:34:41.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five New Blog Posts</title><content type='html'>For all 4 of you who read my blog... there is much catching up to do.  You can read all about the final adventures of my busy December below including....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Answer to Your Boy Question,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Cosby Sweater Christmas Party,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas in New York City,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mini Underwear Adventures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And A Happy New Years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8027390575348705117?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8027390575348705117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8027390575348705117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8027390575348705117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8027390575348705117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-new-blog-posts.html' title='Five New Blog Posts'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4138910910924608634</id><published>2009-01-04T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:29:48.470-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it's 2009.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To celebrate the new year, the girls (Janelle &amp;amp; Jules) and I went to see Four Day Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got dinner catered by Reata (I heart their tamales), saw the show, got a midnight champagne toast and a ticket to a future show!  Totally fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so good to ring in the new year with my girls (sans our bud Jennie).  I have such high hopes and big plans for this year (resolutions to come on future blog post), and I can't think of a more appropriate way to celebrate that then with my besties!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a few pics from the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTkkrKv1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/I6FgQbVXlq8/s320/DSCF1788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599325294804818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTll0ZiDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NekWtqKe9ck/s320/DSCF1817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599342781827122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My happy feet besties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTmHUOVII/AAAAAAAAAQU/D7V9d2QkWVc/s1600-h/DSCF1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTmHUOVII/AAAAAAAAAQU/D7V9d2QkWVc/s320/DSCF1814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599351773680770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoochies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTlf5eZVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gdS-Cy81b60/s1600-h/DSCF1791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTlf5eZVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gdS-Cy81b60/s320/DSCF1791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599341192504658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle &amp;amp; Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTk57jZ0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/GgN2GCLq1KY/s1600-h/DSCF1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTk57jZ0I/AAAAAAAAAP8/GgN2GCLq1KY/s320/DSCF1790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287599331000674114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4138910910924608634?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4138910910924608634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4138910910924608634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4138910910924608634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4138910910924608634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFTkkrKv1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/I6FgQbVXlq8/s72-c/DSCF1788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1988504780895872325</id><published>2009-01-04T18:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:19:52.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>Cosby Sweater Christmas</title><content type='html'>A few of my friends throw the Cosby Sweater Christmas party every year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the fun is the shopping - you can get a lot of Cosby sweater goodness from Thrift Town in North Richland Hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then of course there is seeing your other friends in all of their Cosby glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But personally I really enjoy the jello shots.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever your flavor, it's always a good time!  So this year I took Janelle and her beau Dave.  I had a blast hanging out and catching up with old friends.  I also watched the Cowboys lose, but that's where the jello shots come in handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't wait until next year!  I think I might have to sport the sweater dress next time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ62MAwAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_OzaEuhXn78/s320/Cosby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596409418203138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My purple sweater was super popular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ6LdEoLI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jJqWSqtFTPg/s320/DSCF1747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596397947035826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even the Dog was in the Cosby spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFROB-wCLI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TNqHp6ylf-g/s320/Dog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596739001321650" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(FYI: We actually went to dinner like this!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFRN8Z1KWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8UBRjHk5ucY/s1600-h/DSCF1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFRN8Z1KWI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8UBRjHk5ucY/s320/DSCF1755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596737504291170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ7yiXNJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yvBHbcg-wso/s1600-h/Jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ7yiXNJI/AAAAAAAAAPc/yvBHbcg-wso/s320/Jello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596425618076818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ7svRszI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EeG-QX1tSSQ/s1600-h/Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ7svRszI/AAAAAAAAAPU/EeG-QX1tSSQ/s320/Girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596424061629234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random sweater goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ6jVQhTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e0mrhG0_LlU/s1600-h/DSCF1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ6jVQhTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/e0mrhG0_LlU/s320/DSCF1748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287596404356711730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1988504780895872325?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1988504780895872325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1988504780895872325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1988504780895872325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1988504780895872325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/cosby-sweater-christmas.html' title='Cosby Sweater Christmas'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFQ62MAwAI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_OzaEuhXn78/s72-c/Cosby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-799851195319856792</id><published>2009-01-04T17:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:06:08.764-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innappropriate Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Mini Underwear</title><content type='html'>For those of you unaware, I LOVE miniature things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those tiny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tabasco&lt;/span&gt; bottles you get from room service, miniature foods (see mini meatballs in previous post), even animals (ever see a mini seeing eye pony?).  So when I received this as a White Elephant gift at work, I couldn't think of anything more hilarious to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because my brother cannot say the word underwear without laughing to this day, I passed it along to him as his one and only Christmas gift.  Yes, I am that cool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the hilarity that followed.  Amazing how much fun one can have with a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XXXXXS&lt;/span&gt; undies.  Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFN743UPOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Wtzl39GK2yA/s320/abby+undies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287593128781692130" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFN7pBUFqI/AAAAAAAAAOc/VfJvt8JXcHs/s320/Mom+and+Undies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287593124528658082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFN7ouiwfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iBmYJPZsmnA/s320/Mini+underwear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287593124449927666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFN7wln-VI/AAAAAAAAAOs/J9yXBuM9Nrw/s320/Giant+Underwear+hand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287593126560004434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-799851195319856792?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/799851195319856792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=799851195319856792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/799851195319856792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/799851195319856792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-of-mini-underwear.html' title='The Adventures of Mini Underwear'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFN743UPOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Wtzl39GK2yA/s72-c/abby+undies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8352040963226664419</id><published>2009-01-04T17:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:30:24.807-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast in New York!&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was truly perfect in the 50's all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived Tuesday, checked in to the hotel and promptly headed to H&amp;amp;M.  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG's&lt;/span&gt; first time, so I felt obliged to introduce her to the 4-floor goodness!  We also stopped for lunch (at Chad's suggestion) to Vinyl.  So fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Andrew got off work, he and the new girlfriend joined us in the city for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD33bwZbI/AAAAAAAAANU/uJTT91PMeJE/s320/DSCF1758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582064561907122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas Day we slept in before heading a few blocks over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rockefellar&lt;/span&gt; Plaza.  I've been before, and I don't know if the tree was that much grander back then or if I've just been-there-done-that, but I found the tree this year to be a little lackluster!  In fact, it almost looked dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we took the required photo just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFEJDweGFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/d_7uzX3_Xjo/s320/Rockefellar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582359927789650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then headed over to Radio City Music Hall for the Christmas Spectacular!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; has been to NYC 3 times in 20 years and has never seen the show.  It was her dream, so we were thrilled to take her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rockettes&lt;/span&gt; were amazing, though the acts in between their costume changes were a bit Santa-cheesy.  Nonetheless, I had the most ridiculous $12 "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rockettini&lt;/span&gt;" which only increased the jolly factor of the evening!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the glass and glowing swizzle stick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD5mcIdjI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ox0TkqJCRVw/s320/DSCF1774.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582094359819826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and I caught a late showing of Marley &amp;amp; Me at a local theater.  I cried my eyes out!  Who doesn't love a dog movie!?  Seriously!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The day after Christmas was packed, thanks to our local guides (Andrew &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Philea&lt;/span&gt;)!  We started in Chinatown and shopped Canal Street, where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; was introduced to some "back room" shopping for the first time.  I thought she was going to pee in her pants when they asked us to close the door behind us.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD6KgYniI/AAAAAAAAANs/V2ZNooGE6Ek/s320/The+Fam+Canal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582104041332258" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then walked to Little Italy where we paused for some delicious Italian.  Below is a shot of me enjoying some FAB mini meatballs shortly before the sauce escaped and stained my brand new scarf!  Look how blissful and totally unaware of the pending disaster I am!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD5xlJaeI/AAAAAAAAANk/OGf5fWQMUu4/s320/Before+Oops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582097350420962" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we headed to South Street Seaport and Ground Zero.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; had never been and wanted to have the experience, though with the construction there isn't much to see.  So we spent the majority of our time in Century 21 - an AMAZING department store full of designer clothes (and more importantly shoes and bags) at huge discounts!  Of course it was so crowded, I literally couldn't breathe and found myself content window-shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the never-ending quest for boots, we headed back to Macy's in midtown.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; got to see her holiday windows (which were actually pretty cool), and I got to shop 3 floors of shoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course they were out of absolutely everything in my size.  See &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt; below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD6ZVZD2I/AAAAAAAAAN0/P48itul_C2I/s320/Boots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287582108021755746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday we did some more shopping (sadly it yielded no new boots) and had an amazing lunch at 44 &amp;amp; X in Hell's Kitchen.  Bottomless Mimosas.  See happy and slightly buzzed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt; below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After brunch we swung by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pinkberry&lt;/span&gt;.  I was pretty full from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;deliciousness&lt;/span&gt; of my omelet, but was curious about all the Pink hype.  I still don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late afternoon we packed up and headed to Brooklyn to see where Andrew has been living. That was fun!  I haven't really spent time in any of the boroughs, so we walked the neighborhood and stopped at a local pub for dinner.  I also got to love on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Philea's&lt;/span&gt; two pups (Chloe below) which made me miss my little man terribly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFJMGrOKMI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wYWM0ptshT4/s320/DSCF1777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287587909808826562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we met Andrew for lunch before catching a cab to JFK.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long and blissful weekend with the family in the beautiful city of NYC!  We substituted the trip for presents this year, and I barely noticed.  The trip was way better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8352040963226664419?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8352040963226664419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8352040963226664419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8352040963226664419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8352040963226664419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-new-york.html' title='Christmas in New York'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SWFD33bwZbI/AAAAAAAAANU/uJTT91PMeJE/s72-c/DSCF1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8257986163760628874</id><published>2009-01-04T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T17:13:55.559-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Your Answer to "What Happened With the Boy?" in California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He met me for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked back to the hotel.  We made out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't spoken since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very similar to how most dates went in high school, now that I think of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8257986163760628874?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8257986163760628874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8257986163760628874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8257986163760628874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8257986163760628874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-answer-to-what-happened-with-boy.html' title='Your Answer to &quot;What Happened With the Boy?&quot; in California'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6291024089014825871</id><published>2008-12-21T15:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:30:43.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The J Crew Road Trip</title><content type='html'>I got home from L.A. at midnight last Friday, and was up until 2:30am doing laundry, unpacking and repacking for Janelle and Julie's Birthday weekend in Austin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six hours later we were on the road.  A quick stop at Boopa's (LOVE their Eggel Sandwiches), filling the girls in on L.A., and a few yawns later, I was asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived in Austin we decided to tour the Capital.  The weather was windy but perfect! So after a little Texas history lesson, we hit South Congress for some Mexican food and shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up back at the hotel around 5pm where we hung out and visited before grabbing quick showers and heading to dinner at Moonshine.  We got to meet up with Tara and Margaret (my FAV Austin girls).  Moonshine was RIDICULOUS good!  The Mac 'n Cheese - OMG!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we stuffed our faces, we walked to 4th Street where we bar-hopped until finishing the evening with pizza on the street.  It was a great birthday for the girls, and totally fun to hang with Tara and Marg again!  We hit Fado for beer and live music (for Jules), and moved on to dancing and mixed drinks at Qua (for Janelle).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little sleep and we headed to the hotel spa the next morning for massages and body wraps. Of course nothing tops off a weekend of drinking like a greasy brunch the next morning.  We hit Iron Cactus on 6th Street (our fav from last year's birthday trip!) and grub down before hitting the road.  We stopped for a little more shopping at the outlets in Roundrock and ended up back in DFW around 8pm (I'm pretty sure there were naps in the car on the return drive as well).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a GREAT weekend and an even better reminder of how much I love these girls!  My favfriends from Austin, my sweet birthday girls, and the always fun Jennie.  I feel so blessed to have these FAB ladies to travel and play with!  I was exhausted from the week but enjoyed every last minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to more girls' nights in 2009!  Woo-hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Tara at Fado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zIU0iOWI/AAAAAAAAANM/DwwA0_JmLXU/s1600-h/DSCF1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zIU0iOWI/AAAAAAAAANM/DwwA0_JmLXU/s320/DSCF1731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282356368561551714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Birthday Girl #1 Jules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zIDRftlI/AAAAAAAAANE/1qcov6r3suQ/s1600-h/DSCF1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zIDRftlI/AAAAAAAAANE/1qcov6r3suQ/s320/DSCF1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282356363851183698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Birthday Girl #2 Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zH-ACs7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/X9THHRYk-5o/s1600-h/DSCF1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zH-ACs7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/X9THHRYk-5o/s320/DSCF1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282356362435802034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6291024089014825871?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6291024089014825871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6291024089014825871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6291024089014825871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6291024089014825871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-crew-road-trip.html' title='The J Crew Road Trip'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SU6zIU0iOWI/AAAAAAAAANM/DwwA0_JmLXU/s72-c/DSCF1731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5534620214150930682</id><published>2008-12-21T14:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:02:57.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><title type='text'>The New Job</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been a bad blogger.  So many wonderful things to catch you up on.  But since I know you won't read a book-long post, I'm breaking it up to make it easy on the eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I present the update on my new job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it. Love it. Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so California was great!  I worked my tail off between work every day (from 8-6), and homework every night in the hotel.  I had room service in front of the news every night and actually found myself asleep by 10pm most of the time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The office was super cool.  Very laid back.  They are actually located in the same building as E!, so it was fun to walk by their studios every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the weather was perfect.  Mid-70s all week, so I was able to walk to lunch and enjoy the sunshine.  I learned A LOT of good stuff and for the first time in my life, actually walked into a new job feeling prepared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first week in Dallas was also pretty great.  We have a small office in Turtle Creek.  It's a temporary space, since they just opened in June, but we'll be there for at least another year.  I LOVE the area!  It's especially beautiful right now with all the leaves changing colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 2 recruiters and 4 account executives in the office, plus the owner.  He's only there for another few months, so it's great to have him close by.  I get to soak in all of his wisdom since he sits right next to me and basically "coaches" me through the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on my first client visit this week and got my first "start"!  I reached out to an old contact of mine from RS that is now running a small agency.  Turns out he was in need of a web developer - so within 2 days we had a guy in there interviewing and they hired him to start Monday!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard work.  Right now with the commute, my days start with driving in around 6:45am and arriving home at 7pm.  Believe it or not, I actually managed to set the alarm for 5:30am and make it to the shower by 5:45am every day last week!  Showered, full make-up, and on time? I'm a changed woman!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fast-paced work when I'm at the office, no time for personal emails, checking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; updates or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; friends!  But it's actually pretty refreshing, because there is also no time to get bored!  Unlike my last job, where some afternoons I thought I might actually fall asleep at my desk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is a short one with only 2 days at the office before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; and I leave for NYC.  I'm so ready to kick butt in the 2 days before enjoying the short vacation for the holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5534620214150930682?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5534620214150930682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5534620214150930682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5534620214150930682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5534620214150930682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-job.html' title='The New Job'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4920425299075608761</id><published>2008-12-08T01:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:31:01.798-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The New Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>California Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I'm headed to L.A. tomorrow for training for my new job!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are putting me at The Standard on Sunset (super fun!) and their office is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wilshire&lt;/span&gt;.  So I'm pretty stoked about living the high life on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; dime for the next week!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, right now I can't think about anything but my dinner plans for tomorrow night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see I recently reconnected with an old boyfriend from HS that just happens to live in California.  Even better, he's about 45 minutes from L.A.  So we agreed to meet Monday night for dinner and some catching up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen him in 12 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't even talked to him in 12 years!  And when he called me a few days ago, I literally burst into a fit of giggles just hearing his voice.  Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited.  I'm nervous.  I'm scared.  I'm a big basket of emotions about dinner, about the new job, about travel!  There is no hope of sleeping tonight....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.  I will DEFINITELY be blogging about the events of this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4920425299075608761?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4920425299075608761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4920425299075608761' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4920425299075608761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4920425299075608761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/california-here-i-come.html' title='California Here I Come!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4642836068189405977</id><published>2008-12-08T01:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:30:43.239-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  A Goodbye Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a really good time sleeping in, watching TV non-stop, shopping and hanging out at the dog park.  I particularly enjoyed reconnecting with old friends!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for taking care of me financially (via miracle money falling from the sky and some Texas Workforce Commission cash).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I can't say in all honestly that I hope we meet again soon, I can say that I have truly enjoyed the past 74 days we've spent together.  You have been nothing but good to me since day one (after the sobbing in the car on the way home from getting the boot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to a different kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt; with my new company.  But please know that while you may be gone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will not soon be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heart you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4642836068189405977?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4642836068189405977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4642836068189405977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4642836068189405977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4642836068189405977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/unemployment-goodbye-letter.html' title='Unemployment:  A Goodbye Letter'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2845227979073074939</id><published>2008-12-04T13:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:29:38.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>So the moving company called today to verify my free move scheduled for tomorrow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I forgot to cancel that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I finally called my buddy James at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monterra&lt;/span&gt; Village.  It's time to give up the FAB apartment I so loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know.  God has a plan.  Something better than this.  But I'm sad to see it go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The redeeming factor: James is moving to a cool loft property in downtown Dallas!  Yippee! He told me to give him a buzz in 6 months or so when I look at my next move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for nice people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2845227979073074939?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2845227979073074939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2845227979073074939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2845227979073074939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2845227979073074939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4574366215115997119</id><published>2008-12-01T00:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:25:55.209-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are officially in the holiday season and I am pumped!  This marks several momentous occasions this December which include (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cosby Sweater Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. New York City&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Los Angeles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Dinner with an old boyfriend (details to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Collecting unemployment (they approved it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Christmas with Andrew and GG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Austin with the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. A new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A paycheck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. One more week of FUNemployment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe this also marks the launch of holiday goodness for my tummy (particularly peppermint ice cream and holiday drinks!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To kick things off, GG and I spent Thanksgiving mostly watching movies and taking naps. Which, let's be honest, is sort of my perfect day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt;.  Super cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Four Christmases&lt;/span&gt;.  Very funny despite the HORRIBLE service at the new Movie Grill in Colleyville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;.  Three hours long but totally good!  And come on, World's Sexiest Man for three hours in all of his shirtless glory?  Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did a bit of shopping.  I snagged a few new tops (just to be sure I'm uber fabulous in L.A.), a new purse (of course!), a bunch of CDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a great week.  I'm looking forward to my final week of FUNemployment as I prep for the big job in December.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your viewing pleasure I present Bosley - in his his "Fleas Navidad" Christmas sweater.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/STOBPJqKgPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ULOSfwAIz9c/s320/DSCF1676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701685871771890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4574366215115997119?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4574366215115997119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4574366215115997119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4574366215115997119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4574366215115997119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/STOBPJqKgPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ULOSfwAIz9c/s72-c/DSCF1676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-470716427780174839</id><published>2008-11-25T22:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:07:05.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWTS'/><title type='text'>DWTS: The Finale</title><content type='html'>I know I've been blogging a lot about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt; lately.  So let's get back to the really important stuff.  TV.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the finale of Dancing With The Stars.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lance Bass took 3rd place, Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sapp&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;!) and Brooke Burke swept 1st.  No surprise really since she was the only contestant to get perfect 10s this season, and was at the top of the leader board about 80% of the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good show though!  My favorite part was comedian (and this seasons first vote-off) Jeffrey Ross' roast of the remaining 3 teams.  HILARIOUS!  Of course nothing is funnier than making fun of Cloris' age and Lane Bass being gay.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sad this season is over.  But I'm looking forward to the Sprint and another fab season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-470716427780174839?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/470716427780174839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=470716427780174839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/470716427780174839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/470716427780174839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/dwts-finale.html' title='DWTS: The Finale'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-9150373748148372696</id><published>2008-11-25T12:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:58:53.824-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Not a Fan of This Morning</title><content type='html'>Today I planned on getting some things done.  But things are not going according to plan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I find out that I've been paying premiums for my insurance for the past 2 months (to the tune of $400), only to find out that Blue Cross still shows that my policy has been cancelled.  I paid full price for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and now I can't get reimbursed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm of course still playing phone tag with the unemployment lady, who needs to speak to me regarding "information they received from my previous employer."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd move on to sorting out my 401(k).  Evidently my company won't match for the past year since I'm no longer employed.  Whatever.  I'm moving it over to an IRA with my financial advisor.  Only I don't understand a lick of this paperwork!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm frustrated and annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next to-do is laundry.  Surely we can survive that with little mistake?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-9150373748148372696?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9150373748148372696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=9150373748148372696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9150373748148372696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/9150373748148372696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-fan-of-this-morning.html' title='Not a Fan of This Morning'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4591130790289023861</id><published>2008-11-23T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:15:32.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Fun! Fun! Fun!</title><content type='html'>What a fun, fun birthday weekend for Jennie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The J Crew and I continued our birthday tradition of go-big-or-go-home, beginning with a day of shopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Granbury&lt;/span&gt;.  We broke for a late lunch which included chicken fried steak, creamed corn, and mashed potatoes Babe's style.  Yum.  I'm still full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice little drive back (or rather I drove, the girls napped).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a quick change we were headed back out for a Ft. Worth Brahmas hockey game.  Yippee!  It was our first game and I must say, totally fun!  There were only a few good fights (at which I yelled HOT out loud each time), and the Brahmas won 6-2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished the day at the movies to see &lt;a href="http://www.rolemodelsmovie.com/"&gt;Role Models&lt;/a&gt; (I heart Paul Rudd). Totally filthy, but funny!  And it's always good when it's with friends.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crashed hard when I got home last night (I admit I ignored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; when he barked to go out - I guess he found a way to hold it).  So to finish Jennie's birthday weekend, we met for brunch this morning at &lt;a href="http://www.tavernabylombardi.com/"&gt;Taverna&lt;/a&gt; downtown.  Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for bottomless mimosas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between my exhaustion from the weekend, and the 5 mimosas I had over breakfast, I practically passed out when I got home.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I slept for 4 hours.  But it was a fabulous nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; wanted to get tonight, so we got out of the house for a bit to see &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/bolt/"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt; (we might have also swung by Subway on the way to smuggle in our $5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;footlong&lt;/span&gt; and chips!).  Bolt was too cute!  I love any dog movie and admit that I snugged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; a little extra when I got home tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, it was a great weekend and an even better way to kick off Thanksgiving week and my last 2 weeks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee for good friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4591130790289023861?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4591130790289023861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4591130790289023861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4591130790289023861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4591130790289023861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun! Fun! Fun!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2366763319425819363</id><published>2008-11-21T22:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:54:39.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>New York, New York!</title><content type='html'>Guess who just booked a trip to NYC for Christmas!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; are headed up on Christmas Eve (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; to my new job for giving me the day off!), which is a Wednesday, and staying through Sunday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to visit Andrew!  We get to see where he's been living and hanging out.  We get to stay in a lovely hotel just blocks from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rockefellar&lt;/span&gt; during this AMAZING time of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part, I get to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; to see the Radio City &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rockettes&lt;/span&gt; Christmas Spectacular - which she has been wanting to see since she first went to NY 20 years ago!  Every year we watch it on TV and she says, "I'd love to see them live."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Merry Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;!  We're going!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even tell you how freaking awesome this week is.  I have a new job.  A December trip to LA for training.  Then a trip to Austin with the girls (for fun!).  Then Christmas in NYC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO blessed to be able to do all this through the funds that have been provided for me during this time of unemployment.  And I am SO blessed to be able to thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; in such a major way for all of her sacrifice and support by taking her to NY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to have the best time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, who wants to dog-sit?  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2366763319425819363?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2366763319425819363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2366763319425819363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2366763319425819363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2366763319425819363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2633446079102043387</id><published>2008-11-20T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:54:24.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 56</title><content type='html'>Day 56.  Two months to the day that I lost my job.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today.....I am unemployed no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be an Account Executive for a specialized staffing firm in Dallas that only recruits in the Advertising &amp;amp; Creative industry.  My job is basically Business Development (or sales), where my primary responsibility is to make contacts and form relationships with companies for us to work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be employee number 5 in the Dallas office!  They have locations across the nation in San Francisco, New York, Seattle, LA and Chicago, but just opened Dallas 5 months ago.  They are fun and fabulous, so I will fit right in.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have one more week of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;.  Then Dec. 1 it's off to LA for a week for training! I'll be starting in the Dallas office the week after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO excited!  And SO grateful for all the love and support and encouragement throughout the past few months.  I can honestly say that this entire time has been like a dream.  One blessing after another!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movies in the middle of the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hours and hours at the dog park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lifetime TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staying up late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reconnecting with some old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MacBook&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Re-loading all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaining confidence and being reminded how strong, smart and truly fabulous I am!  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a new kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2633446079102043387?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2633446079102043387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2633446079102043387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2633446079102043387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2633446079102043387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/unemployment-day-56.html' title='Unemployment:  Day 56'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-1921824980296077146</id><published>2008-11-19T21:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:12:48.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>The Interview Update:  Part 2</title><content type='html'>I went to the interview today and the verdict is in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should hear back this week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;News to come.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-1921824980296077146?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1921824980296077146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=1921824980296077146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1921824980296077146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/1921824980296077146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-update-part-2.html' title='The Interview Update:  Part 2'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5358552355804124485</id><published>2008-11-17T13:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:12:05.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>The Interview Update</title><content type='html'>I just heard back from the interview Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They want me to meet one more person, this time in the Dallas office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do.  I'm SO confused!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were my concerns just me being overly cautious?  Was it just the Chicago office I wasn't feeling? Or is God trying to steer me in another direction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5358552355804124485?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5358552355804124485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5358552355804124485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5358552355804124485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5358552355804124485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-update.html' title='The Interview Update'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5052391014207467870</id><published>2008-11-17T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:56:29.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>They Seem Intent On Giving Me Money</title><content type='html'>First my company "accidentally" doubled my raise.  So they had to take the extra money out of my last few paychecks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, they actually direct deposited another paycheck!  Only by the time I discovered it, it had already cleared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have to write them a check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be great to not have to talk to them anymore....since it has been almost 2 months!  I realize it's a mistake, but I swear it feels like they're bitch-slapping me one last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5052391014207467870?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5052391014207467870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5052391014207467870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5052391014207467870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5052391014207467870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-seem-intent-on-giving-me-money.html' title='They Seem Intent On Giving Me Money'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7995733832221410580</id><published>2008-11-16T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:51:49.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 52</title><content type='html'>State of the Union:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, super thanks to every single person who has prayed for me, encouraged me and supported me through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUNemployment&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically to the lovelies that called or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me throughout Chicago!  Janelle, Jennie, Andrea, Jules, Jilly Bean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryndi&lt;/span&gt;, Karla, Andrew, Kelly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fuester&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;....thank you, thank you, thank you!  I am so blessed to call you all my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was a beating.  I forgot how taxing day trips can be, especially in heels!  My feet are still swollen and I have blisters too many to count.  But my tootsies looked fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was beyond excited going into the trip.  I sat next to this very nice man on the plane. He's recently retired with two daughters (32 and 38).  One of them has 2 kids - they play soccer right down the street from me - the other is single and recently lost her job.  I told him I can relate.  He's actually in the market for a house to help out his daughter and I pretty much sold him on Crawford Farms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have become my Grandmother.  I know everything about the stranger next to me on the plane. I saw vacation pics from his retirement cruise to Alaska.  No kidding.  Actually he has a very sweet family.  It sort of made me want a doting father of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interview went well.  At least I think it went well.  I'm pretty sure I aced the Regional and City Managers, it was the owner I doubted.  I couldn't get a read on him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what was even more haunting is how my unbridled excitement gradually became doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it was exactly.  But I know that I've been praying that God would make it very clear what job He wants me to take, and suddenly I was getting the feeling that this wasn't it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How frustrating!!  I left in a daze, mainly irritated by the numbness in my blistered feet, but disappointed with the day.  I ended up at the airport almost 4 hours early with no promise of an earlier flight.  So I spent the rest of the time limping around, trying desperately to get online, and people-watching.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flight home I was lucky enough to be on a 777 where there was a TV for each seat!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I finally got to watch "Henry Poole Is Here."  It was so good!  Cried my eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also cried my eyes out the whole way home from the airport.  Again, due in part to my aching feet, but still a little out of the feeling of being lost in unemployment once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7995733832221410580?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7995733832221410580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7995733832221410580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7995733832221410580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7995733832221410580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/unemployment-day-52.html' title='Unemployment:  Day 52'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6396146172675429686</id><published>2008-11-13T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:45:36.947-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>The Real Housewives</title><content type='html'>Part of FUNemployment has been my non-stop TV marathons.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally broke free from Lifetime, only to discover a whole world of other fabulous and totally addicting shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Housewives of Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what's even more thrilling to me, is that cutie patootie Cooper Anderson was just on Jay Leno and said HE watches the show!  LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice to know that even a CNN anchor is hooked on this crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anderson Cooper....yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6396146172675429686?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6396146172675429686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6396146172675429686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6396146172675429686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6396146172675429686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-housewives.html' title='The Real Housewives'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7245571706796271451</id><published>2008-11-13T22:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:37:22.799-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>The Final Preparations</title><content type='html'>My nails are painted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bags are packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pants and shirt are ironed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The alarm clock is set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The iPod is loaded and charged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have cash in my pocket and the car is all gassed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The US Weeklys are packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready to go get me a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7245571706796271451?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7245571706796271451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7245571706796271451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7245571706796271451'/><link rel='self' 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Lurve'/><title type='text'>The Interview Outfit</title><content type='html'>I've been shopping the past two days to try to find the PERFECT interview outfit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not only for a sales job, but for a sales job at a creative firm.  So it has to be professional, but hip.  Young, but mature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's give credit where credit is due:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pants - Banana Republic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top - Kohl's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vest - Belk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bag &amp;amp; Shoes - DSW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coat - Dillards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scarf - Old Navy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfume &amp;amp; Flat Iron (you'll see!) - ULTA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop Bag - Wrapables.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop - Thank You Apple!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bracelet &amp;amp; Earrings - Brighton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Large Ring - James Avery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diamond Ring - Kay Jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bebe Glasses - EyeMasters (woo-hoo!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nail Polish - OPI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I told you I've seriously put an ENTIRE outfit together!  You can't really tell from the picture, but the top has ruffles down the center - like I'm rocking an old school tuxedo shirt! Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Outfit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoxZVhyDI/AAAAAAAAALU/QJOclmOBkhI/s320/DSCF1618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989755708164146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Snakeskin Bag and Matching Shoes (Ooh-La-La!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoxhuI6uI/AAAAAAAAALc/1LVRhixhxrQ/s320/DSCF1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989757958875874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Coat and Scarf (It's Chicago Y'all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRupb_c6zNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WFZxBppyH14/s320/DSCF1633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267990487494216914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(Glasses Make Me Look Smart - And Red Polish Is Just Fabulous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRupbhdu6TI/AAAAAAAAAME/y0legmDPtYQ/s320/DSCF1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267990479444568370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Mac and Laptop Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(Even My Computer Matches!  I'm Fancy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRupcJLFQoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ot_mOTO2tvA/s320/DSCF1637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267990490103759490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Miniature Perfume For the Plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(Bosley and I Heart Miniature Things)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoyHuN8HI/AAAAAAAAALs/qO_145WCz7c/s320/DSCF1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989768159752306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Speaking Of Miniature - Check Out The Mini Flat Iron!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;(Yes, I thought of EVERYTHING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoybmHZYI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2WUssEpDKVs/s320/DSCF1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989773494478210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Gonna Be So Cute Busting This Out In The Airport Bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRus3dMD0LI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iDycACTzHcM/s320/DSCF1630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267994257867919538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Equally As Important To Have In My Carry-On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoyEffgCI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZviNc5us7yE/s320/DSCF1623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267989767292682274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I got a fab outfit and it shows!  Will it get me a job?  Nobody knows!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRupcha1ltI/AAAAAAAAAMc/AjNnA-lB22s/s320/DSCF1605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267990496612292306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7876658277228206341?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRuoxZVhyDI/AAAAAAAAALU/QJOclmOBkhI/s72-c/DSCF1618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3998337051481130435</id><published>2008-11-11T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:05:46.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Today as I was walking through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belk&lt;/span&gt; (where I bought a FAB outfit for my interview Friday), I heard a little girl belting out "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;" at the top of her lungs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was too cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her mom was just shopping away and she was behind her, pushing the cart and singing.  I heard her repeating the diddy over and over as I made my way across the store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that's unbridled joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's officially stuck in my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have a smile on my face.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3998337051481130435?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3998337051481130435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3998337051481130435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3998337051481130435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3998337051481130435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You Are My Sunshine'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2648993572051835457</id><published>2008-11-11T10:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:58:54.801-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 47</title><content type='html'>Still unemployed.  Still loving it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really, really excited about the interview in Chicago on Friday.  I have a good feeling about this one, and find myself wondering if this is my last week of FUNemployment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'm going to fax paperwork for the interview.  I'm also sending a certified letter to quit my gym (it's time to admit defeat). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I have big plans for shopping.  I need a snazzy outfit for Friday.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2648993572051835457?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7210678738434892375</id><published>2008-11-10T11:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:46:19.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Church Tour 2008'/><title type='text'>What a FUNtastic Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I got my hair cut (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!).  Now that the gray is gone, I'm finally starting to get the shine back.  It's short!!  But I love it.  Super easy.  Let's hope it wins me a job on Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Try to ignore my squishy face in these pics.  I'm eating nothing but salad until I lose weight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRhxltCtEPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nKmL1UTi6uQ/s1600-h/DSCF1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRhxltCtEPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nKmL1UTi6uQ/s320/DSCF1600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084656769831154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRhxliHCXbI/AAAAAAAAALE/QmSmqWeov_s/s1600-h/DSCF1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRhxliHCXbI/AAAAAAAAALE/QmSmqWeov_s/s320/DSCF1598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084653835214258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night the girls and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Granbury&lt;/span&gt; for the drive-in movie.  It was SO great to be with the J Crew again for a night out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Granbury&lt;/span&gt; square and stopped for some quick Mexican food on the way to the theater.  They were showing Madagascar 2 and Eagle Eye.  It was COLD!!  So we all huddled in the back of my car and drank hot chocolate.  It was perfect.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; to the dog park for 3 hours of play!  He is doing so great...better and better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we go.  He usually snaps at any other dogs trying to get my attention, but he didn't snap once yesterday!  Good boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday night the girls and I tried another new church.  The service was so-so, but we hit their version of a singles group after and I have to say it was the first time we've seen so many people our age in the same room!  We liked it enough to visit another time, so we'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the real laughs came after when we tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pappa's&lt;/span&gt; Burgers for dinner.  Talk about giggle fits! Maybe we were a little punchy from 4 hours in church, I don't know, but we had the best time just chatting and laughing.  Our waiter was a total goof - he talked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Keanu&lt;/span&gt; Reeves!  But he let me keep his awesome pen, so we tipped well.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was truly the best weekend!  I love the J Crew!  I love girls-nights-out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7210678738434892375?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7210678738434892375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7210678738434892375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7210678738434892375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7210678738434892375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-funtastic-weekend.html' title='What a FUNtastic Weekend!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRhxltCtEPI/AAAAAAAAALM/nKmL1UTi6uQ/s72-c/DSCF1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6780854389072412572</id><published>2008-11-07T16:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:40:27.259-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project Grow Up'/><title type='text'>Forget the Bunny Hill, I'm Skiing a Black Diamond</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning I submitted my resume to a company I've been eyeballing for awhile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday afternoon, she called me or a phone interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I met in person with the owner of the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon I had another phone interview with a manager out of Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I just received a call that they are sending me to Chicago next week to interview in-person with 3 more people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared.  Excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6780854389072412572?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6780854389072412572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6780854389072412572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Bosley'/><title type='text'>Bosley Hearts US Weekly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alternate Caption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Against my wishes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; voted for Barack Obama.  He said it's because he agrees with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; policies.  But I think it's because he's black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRSv97X08FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wyOKOwIV3CE/s1600-h/DSCF1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Interview City</title><content type='html'>I think I've averaged about 1 interview per week.  That's good, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have another one.  I'm pretty excited about it - so say a prayer for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay for the upcoming weekend and girls-night-out plans for Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7222842941201352684?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7222842941201352684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3086741148569505890</id><published>2008-11-05T16:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:42:25.696-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 41</title><content type='html'>I filed unemployment today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray that it comes through for me.  I'm a little concerned about getting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No real news on the job front.  I had an interview yesterday that was just ok - not sure if it was the interviewer or me - but I didn't get a great vibe from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today it's back to checking sites and submitting resumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3086741148569505890?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3086741148569505890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3086741148569505890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3086741148569505890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3086741148569505890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/unemployment-day-41.html' title='Unemployment:  Day 41'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3786009588713476884</id><published>2008-11-05T11:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:03:32.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff I Lurve'/><title type='text'>Andrew: A Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Andrew is gone now and I'm sad.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrm9_6iI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JzqTCJWjNiM/s1600-h/new_texas69.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But uber grateful for the FABULOUS week we had together!  If you're just bored enough to read out our adventures, here are a few of the highlights with picture goodness to follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of hours logged watching TruTV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonic (he hearts extra-long cheese coneys)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First time ever to see Poltergeist on Halloween night (I might have screamed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Approximately 10 trick-or-treaters (lame)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonic again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dressing Bosley in various outfits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chick-Fil-A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He fixed stuff...I watched&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kicked it old school and watched a Columbo movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chick-Fil-A again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thrift stores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ (eating was a theme for the week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw the King Tut exhibit at the Dallas Art Museum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw some other art too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kincaid's (where we spotted an actual cowboy scarfing a burger)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gained some weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We lamented on being 30 years old, single, staying at mom's house and unemployed  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mexican food...and more Mexican food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miniature golf (yes you read that right).  I kicked his butt round one, but finished last on round two. GG got a hole-in-one, and broke one of the holes!  LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braum's ice cream run&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took Andrew to the eye doctor (LOL!) and got him some pretty sexy specs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots and lots of Halloween candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An hour-long trip to Half-Price Books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babe's Chicken Barn (hellz yeah) with Jules and Janelle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beers at a serious white trash bar in Saginaw (good pick Janelle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Dressed Up Waiting for Andrew to Arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeYJEFa2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/OXGzEqeCCAQ/s320/DSCF1515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265233945704098658" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bosley Hearts His Uncle Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeYYo4vQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0ujW1-36yqw/s1600-h/andrews_texas_trip54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeYYo4vQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0ujW1-36yqw/s320/andrews_texas_trip54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265233949884988674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican Food Yumminess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeXctSV6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/ENCO_hBvhjM/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265233933797316514" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Complete Without A Margarita Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeXx_zr5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lwSVNHuJuys/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeXx_zr5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/lwSVNHuJuys/s320/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265233939512143762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stretching Before the Big Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbq63VzVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Zkch0-JMarM/s320/new_texas01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230969775181138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting a Feel for the Course  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrm9_6iI/AAAAAAAAAKU/JzqTCJWjNiM/s320/new_texas69.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230981614266914" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bosley As a Skunk for Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrWTdYXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9XIlBRCEhMM/s1600-h/new_texas80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrWTdYXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9XIlBRCEhMM/s320/new_texas80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230977140875634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;The Ridiculously Silly Size 20 Orange Shoes at Thrift Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbqR9NvgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/dNS6uMiMSFA/s320/andrews_texas_trip92.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230958793965058" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The Family at Babe's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrTM5wiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GjsrHCwsheA/s1600-h/abby+gigi+and+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHbrTM5wiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/GjsrHCwsheA/s320/abby+gigi+and+andrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265230976308068898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3786009588713476884?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3786009588713476884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3786009588713476884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3786009588713476884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3786009588713476884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/andrew-week-in-review.html' title='Andrew: A Week in Review'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SRHeYJEFa2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/OXGzEqeCCAQ/s72-c/DSCF1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3080940213602617790</id><published>2008-11-04T10:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:21:43.865-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinions That Will Probably Irritate the Masses'/><title type='text'>Vote Schmote</title><content type='html'>I'm not voting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I realize that as an American, I absolutely should exercise my rights.  I also realize that I can't complain about the state of the country if I don't vote for who I think might change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I didn't like either one of the options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean look, I'm not saying I don't care who becomes our next President.  Either way it'll be a year of historic proportion.  Either we'll have our first black President, or the oldest first-term President and first woman Vice President.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cool to be a part of it regardless of the outcome.  I just have no opinion on which is the lesser of evils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3080940213602617790?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3080940213602617790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3080940213602617790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3080940213602617790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3080940213602617790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote-schmote.html' title='Vote Schmote'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5927073041852640567</id><published>2008-11-03T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:06:12.975-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bosley'/><title type='text'>Halloween Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; was a skunk for Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had approximately 10 trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; the entire night!  But my favorite moment of the evening was our first visitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He busted out into giggles when he saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt;.  Then he proceeded to yell down the street to his waiting mom -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey Mom!  They made a skunk out of their dog!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQ-DNA_JLwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MF-HR6vcpYM/s1600-h/DSCF1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQ-DNA_JLwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MF-HR6vcpYM/s320/DSCF1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570749045780226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQ-DM3NRuGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dsvyJTCZmOE/s1600-h/new_texas80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQ-DM3NRuGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dsvyJTCZmOE/s320/new_texas80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264570746420705378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5927073041852640567?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5927073041852640567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5927073041852640567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5927073041852640567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5927073041852640567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-adventures.html' title='Halloween Adventures'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQ-DNA_JLwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/MF-HR6vcpYM/s72-c/DSCF1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-948668634669285611</id><published>2008-11-03T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:58:00.547-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money, Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; seriously, it's almost comical at this point!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I found out that I was getting one more paycheck than I was planning for!  Yippee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got a $100 check in the mail from AT&amp;amp;T for a rebate I forgot about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe how every time I go to check my bank statement online, it has actually increased! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so incredibly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-948668634669285611?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/948668634669285611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=948668634669285611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/948668634669285611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/948668634669285611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/11/money-money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money, Money!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7782159548522291615</id><published>2008-10-30T23:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:36:15.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 35</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I present the update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of interviews:  2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of call-backs from those interviews:  0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of in-person meetings with recruiters:  2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of jobs presented as a result of recruiter meetings:  1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of days slept in:  33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of recommendations on LinkedIn:  6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total no. of times I've withdrawn from savings:  0 (yay for me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an interview next week and am still sending out resumes.  I now have a month of unemployment under my belt.  Impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need to move my 401k and I'm debating actually filing for unemployment, but I'm still enjoying the time off!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7782159548522291615?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7782159548522291615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7782159548522291615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7782159548522291615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7782159548522291615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/unemployment-day-35.html' title='Unemployment:  Day 35'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-531057731134486560</id><published>2008-10-29T22:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:58:19.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>To Tithe or Not To Tithe</title><content type='html'>If there was ever a question of whether to tithe or not when times get hard, the answer is to tithe!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I took the Crown Financial class I have been faithful to tithe each month regardless of my financial situation.  But what I really took away from that class, was not just the importance of tithing, but the importance of doing it with a joyful heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we have neared the 2-year mark in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; status with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;, I have been counting down the days to living on my own again.  Not that I haven't enjoyed my time in Keller, but I'm a 30-year old woman and it's time to get my own place again.  Of course that has all hinged on my debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a few months ago, as I prepared to move by end of year, I started doing the math and realized that I could actually move by early Fall if I used my tithe toward debt instead.  Believe me, it was tempting.  But ultimately, I made the decision not to change a thing as I continued to contribute each month to the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeks later, I got a HUGE bonus from work and was able to pay off my debt 4 months before planned!  It was with an extremely joyful heart that I wrote a fat check to the church first thing that Sunday.  How He provides!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week after the bonus, debt free with a brand new apartment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-leased and a move date all set, I wondered if life could get any better.  Then I lost my job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a split second I considered that I probably should skip tithing altogether on those last 2 paychecks, since every penny counts in the world of unemployment. But it was only for a second that I hesitated, as I was reminded that it was just a week ago that He provided my bonus!  I went ahead and tithed, again with a joyful heart.  Not once have I felt the stress of my financial woes since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, on Friday night, I received in the mail a check from State Farm.  Evidently there was a mistake with the billing for my premiums (believe me, I intend to get to the bottom of this on another day).  So they cut me a check.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the amount of $818.42!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say what!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't stop laughing.  I mean how great is God!?  How &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; is He?  That's just greatness that at a time when it seems like there is no end in sight, money literally shows up in my mailbox!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tithe or not to tithe?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will never be a question again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-531057731134486560?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/531057731134486560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=531057731134486560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/531057731134486560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/531057731134486560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-tithe-or-not-to-tithe.html' title='To Tithe or Not To Tithe'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3517925662864715706</id><published>2008-10-23T21:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:35:57.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>The Early Bird Better Get This Worm!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the recruiter told me to be ready to interview at 11am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon she sent me an email that told me to be ready at 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I'm showing up at 9am to be sure.  Let's just hope I don't embarrass myself by being 2 hours early!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3517925662864715706?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3517925662864715706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3517925662864715706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3517925662864715706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3517925662864715706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-bird-better-get-this-worm.html' title='The Early Bird Better Get This Worm!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-8707364611907078069</id><published>2008-10-23T12:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:21:31.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>Tag!  I'm It!</title><content type='html'>Ok Miss Ryndi - you're the first person to tag me!  Yippee!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 YEARS AGO I.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Was a Freshman at TCU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Was still dating my high school sweetheart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Had a huge fight with my roommate and ended up with a dorm room to myself for the rest of the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Got a D in a History class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Had no idea what life had in store for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 THINGS ON TODAY'S TO-DO LIST....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Finish application for job interview tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Drive Joy to her appointment in Dallas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Watch Grey's Anatomy  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Pick out something to wear tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WAS A MILLIONAIRE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Pay off GG's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Pay off my brother's debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Pay off all my friends' debt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Buy a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Buy a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(In that order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 PLACES I HAVE LIVED.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Bedford, TX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Shirley Hall at TCU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Fossil Creek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  My FAB house in west Ft. Worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Keller, TX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 JOBS I HAVE HAD....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  McDonald's (I was 14 - don't judge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Sold shoes at Oshman's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Worked flu clinics for the VNA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Sold advertising for the TCU Daily Skiff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Marketing Communications for the RadioShack Corporation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tagging Jilly Bean, Jill W., and Lindsay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-8707364611907078069?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8707364611907078069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=8707364611907078069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8707364611907078069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/8707364611907078069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag!  I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4013521919852111297</id><published>2008-10-23T01:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:20:04.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogs I Stalk'/><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you read my blog on a continual basis, let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click on "Follow This Blog" under Bosley's picture to the right.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can also see (or stalk) the other fabtastic friends that read my ridiculous rants and have blogs of their own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun wasting time at work!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4013521919852111297?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4013521919852111297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4013521919852111297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4013521919852111297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4013521919852111297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5756542653049572700</id><published>2008-10-21T22:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:28:59.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ridiculous Adventures'/><title type='text'>Taco Tuesday Turns Tragic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jilly Bean and I had a date last night for Taco Tuesday at Rosa's.  My fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby Emory came with us.  She's not old enough to partake in the goodness that is Taco Tuesday yet, so she opted instead to much on her foot.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SP9hzZdHSUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B2vJM28bR34/s1600-h/DSCF1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SP9hzZdHSUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B2vJM28bR34/s320/DSCF1496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260030425426250050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we decided to go shoe shopping and made a stop at Kohl's.  Hilarity ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I should not be allowed to operate a stroller.  I have yet to learn the boundaries of how far this monstrosity extends, and without fail bump into every door, mannequin, and fixture in my path.  Emory doesn't seem to mind, but Jill sure enjoys it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em started to fuss a little so we figured it was time for her to get out of the stroller (no doubt due in part to the rough ride I gave her).  Of course I am WAY too uncoordinated in mommy hood to actually carry the baby and push the stroller, so we traded off duties as we perused the jewelry section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding nothing worth purchase (darn the luck) we made our way to the exit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I had also proven with a previous collision that I was unable to actually open doors with the stroller (yet another amazing feat moms have mastered that I am not capable of), Jill took both the baby and the stroller and simply gave me the task of opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One would think there was no room to be clumsy here.  But then that just wouldn't be me, would it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're making our way out of Kohl's and into the parking lot.  Picture Jill with her purse, her kid, and a stroller.  Picture me with a Coke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slip.  Slip.  Not tripped over something.  Not ran into something.  Slipped!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On plain old concrete.  Not water.  Not a banana.  Concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow motion....the purse and the Coke go flying.  I'm going down into the James Brown splits.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scrape the lining off my shoes and my entire left foot french pedicure.  Next is the foot, bruised with skin ripped off the top.  Followed my skidding across my knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fffffffffffffffffffffffff........"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really trying not to cuss anymore, but this just felt like one of those moments.  I'm considering the people around who are starting to make their way over to me, and the sweet baby in my presence, but it still came barreling out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"F*!&amp;amp;$!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oops.  Sorry baby Em."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still on the ground.  Jill is still balancing her purse, the baby, and the stroller and with one hand manages to assist me up.  Now other Kohl's patrons are making their way over to me to assist.  I swear I felt like the old lady in the I've-Fallen-And-Can't-Get-Up commercials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm 30 years old and have a skinned knee.  Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SP9hdV9mMUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eusi-2RtsM4/s320/DSCF1505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260030046531629378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SP9doeFoucI/AAAAAAAAAIw/pdrqTTpxeQU/s1600-h/DSCF1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the drama, Jill actually assisted me into the car (baby and stroller still in tow).  She offered to take me home....as if a little skinned knee would keep me from shoe shopping!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she bought me a hot fudge sundae instead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moms always know what to do.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5756542653049572700?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5756542653049572700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5756542653049572700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5756542653049572700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5756542653049572700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/taco-tuesday-turns-tragic.html' title='Taco Tuesday Turns Tragic'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SP9hzZdHSUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/B2vJM28bR34/s72-c/DSCF1496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-6054824663226770470</id><published>2008-10-20T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:03:52.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Andrew Is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Saturday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until October 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't freaking wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-6054824663226770470?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6054824663226770470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=6054824663226770470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6054824663226770470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/6054824663226770470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/andrew-is-coming.html' title='Andrew Is Coming!'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-7464839299369529443</id><published>2008-10-20T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:03:21.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Unemployment:  Day 25</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an interview in Dallas for a sales position and two calls this afternoon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both calls were the initial screening process and both recruiters are going to recommend that I be brought in for an interview this week or next.  My interview went well, and pending a "sales test" (whatever that is), I'll be brought in for one more interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herein lies the dilemma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have no real idea of where I'm supposed to be!  Sales, Marketing, Recruiting?  Dallas, Ft. Worth?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep praying that the Lord won't let anyone offer me a job unless it's the one I'm supposed to be at.  Because to be honest, right now I'm not real jazzed about any of the opportunities.  So I'm scared to death that I'll be forced to make a decision!  (I guess my confidence is coming back in full swing because I'm assuming they offer me the gigs).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, other than that it's business as usual.  I have another interview tomorrow with a recruiter to talk about them placing me in a job.  I plan to chat about recruiting too though - hopefully they have some ideas there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received my last paycheck last week and paid my bills for the remainder of the month.  I also opted in to my existing insurance  under COBRA.  I'm still debating whether or not to file for unemployment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I'm just enjoying my time off and continuing my quest to watch every Lifetime movie so I can say I've seen them all at least once.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-7464839299369529443?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7464839299369529443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=7464839299369529443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7464839299369529443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/7464839299369529443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/unemployment-day-25.html' title='Unemployment:  Day 25'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-5236823150951006846</id><published>2008-10-16T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:29:33.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello New Life</title><content type='html'>I can't remember if I thought about my ex yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven years and not one day without him at least crossing my mind.  And right this minute, I can't remember if I thought about him yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow.  That's awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's as if He has erased my old life.  My dysfunctional relationship, my unhealthy job, my drama at church, my debt, the other deceptive relationships in my life, even my belongings that represented that time.  And now, the very memories that I have longed to delete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revelations 21:5 - "I am making everything new!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-5236823150951006846?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5236823150951006846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=5236823150951006846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5236823150951006846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/5236823150951006846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-new-life.html' title='Hello New Life'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-3765947566792245461</id><published>2008-10-16T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:29:11.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Stupid TV</title><content type='html'>Would someone please explain the Volkswagon Routan Baby Campaign?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-3765947566792245461?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3765947566792245461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=3765947566792245461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3765947566792245461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/3765947566792245461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-tv.html' title='Stupid TV'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-4975438510078442607</id><published>2008-10-16T00:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:58:39.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Money Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion Bug'/><title type='text'>Shopping Isn't Nearly As Fun When You're Poor, But It's Shopping Nonetheless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are many issues that prevent me from being presentable on the interview front:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have been working in nothing but jeans and flips for the past 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I haven't owned a suit since 1997.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don't even know if people still wear suits for interviews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Business Casual is WAY more casual in agency life than in the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm too squishy to fit in any of my old clothes either way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've spent the last 2 days shopping and have purchased a grand total of 1 pair of slacks, 2 tops, 1 sweater, 1 jacket, a pair of earrings and a necklace for $150.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have also &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resisted&lt;/span&gt; some FAB boots, several great bags, more jewelry than I care to remember, and a pair of skinny jeans that was honestly ridiculous to consider in the first place.  (It should probably be illegal to own skinny jeans if you're sporting a size 14).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have to say I've really enjoyed my little shopping spree, even if I didn't really get to go all out or buy anything truly fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also took a breather in the afternoon yesterday to see a movie.  Such fun!  I saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Express&lt;/span&gt; and I would give it two thumbs up.  I cried.  Which, as it turns out, was totally cool since I was one of three people in the theater!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met my college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kell&lt;/span&gt;, and her sweet baby girl Avery, for dinner at Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A (our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;).  We had a nice chat and a lot of laughs watching her busy-body little girl tearing about the place.  It was so great just to hug her neck and spend some time catching up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bosley&lt;/span&gt; a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; (see post below) and treated myself to two new books.  And yes, I bought them from Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.  I'm unemployed and I'm still paying full price for books (let the lectures begin).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to read my first Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Weiner&lt;/span&gt; novel (I chose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good in Bed&lt;/span&gt;) and a book I picked simply because of it's cover (an adorable chocolate lab - hello Cooper!), called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost &amp;amp; Found&lt;/span&gt; by Jacqueline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sheehan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course nothing tops off a day of running errands like a Sonic drink.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-4975438510078442607?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4975438510078442607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=4975438510078442607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4975438510078442607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/4975438510078442607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-isnt-nearly-as-fun-when-youre.html' title='Shopping Isn&apos;t Nearly As Fun When You&apos;re Poor, But It&apos;s Shopping Nonetheless'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061069582012654334.post-2413950491896378133</id><published>2008-10-15T23:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:00:27.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>Unemployment: Three Weeks of Goodness</title><content type='html'>I lost my job exactly three weeks ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got my last paycheck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I should be slightly more freaked out than I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No tears today.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me again in 2 weeks.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5061069582012654334-2413950491896378133?l=fabsalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2413950491896378133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5061069582012654334&amp;postID=2413950491896378133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2413950491896378133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5061069582012654334/posts/default/2413950491896378133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fabsalicious.blogspot.com/2008/10/unemployment-three-weeks-of-goodness.html' title='Unemployment: Three Weeks of Goodness'/><author><name>Fabs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01013958253692179666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_og6FqkRA70U/SQAVC6GrBaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/iw7xa-73mSs/S220/Ab.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
