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I'm over at <a href="http://pinkflamingostyle.blogspot.com/">Pink Flamingo Style</a> now.<br />
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<a href="http://pinkflamingostyle.blogspot.com/">http://pinkflamingostyle.blogspot.com/</a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-76127184281000244902011-12-06T07:51:00.002-05:002011-12-06T08:03:10.608-05:00oh noUh oh. I've been a really bad blogger haven't I? My only excuse is that I've been operating only using an ipad at home and I haven't the slightest clue how to save/upload pictures using it. Not a really good excuse as I'm sure theres a quick and easy solution for that. I just havent had the desire to find it. So I'll start off by asking you for any suggestions there.<br /><br />Life is good here. I've crossed off everything from my list of goals for 2011 with the exception of completing a triathlon. Not because I was lazy and didn't prepare for it, but moreso because I havent made the $1100 investment for a new bike. And also that life got in the way every time I tried to sign up for a race. HOWEVER, there is always 2012. At this point, I'm more interested in doing solely the bike races. I've found that there is something quite magical about sitting on that seat, clipping in my shoes and just pedal to the medal. Immediately all the things I've been worrying about, they all just disappear. After an hour, I've gone through 2 insulated bottles of water and find myself drenched in sweat. But I don't care. Its an amazing feeling to say the least.<br /><br />Must run to work soon, but to wrap up a few of the goals I've crossed off the list:<br />-Climbing the corporate ladder-got a promotion to join the big boys now!! And quite excited to say the least!!<br />-made major progress with my finances... always a work in progress though.<br />-took one heck of a vacation- just got home from vegas 2 days ago and still trying to adjust to Eastern Time Zone and responsibility.<br />-invested quite a bit more of myself in my frienships and have developed some pretty amazing relationships in the process<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-37902301824087905782011-07-19T19:50:00.002-04:002011-07-19T20:04:57.209-04:00SHE's BACK.....Raise your little paws if you missed me! Oh I won't flatter myself {too much}, I think I might see a hand or two, maybe. I'm currently chowing down on a nice snack of Terra Chips because I have forgotten how to live like a normal person and eat normal food. I found myself on a nutrient supplement website yesterday researching which Whey Protein Powder to buy. Go on...I laughed too! I also found myself updating this week's meal and workout plan which included things like 3 workouts in one day {WHAT!?!?!...ahmmmm may have only gotten 2 of those:) and 2 protein bars a day {don't even think about bringing me anything with less than 14 g protein, I'm big ballin now! There is no sweet tea in this regimen nor is there any processed food. And the worst part is: I LIKE it! Like A LOT! Never did I think I would spend $15/week on Protein bars alone. NEVER. And I obviously never thought I would get excited to leave work only to go get on a bike and sweat out every drop of water in my body. But life suprises you. <br /><br />To catch everyone up from my twelve year hiatus, I finally have a life. It may not be one that many would choose, but I quite enjoy it. A basic rundown: work, spin and workout, cooking healthy meals with my roomate {I said it and I love it...more on that soon}, networking, and just soaking up all Atlanta has to offer. Why it took me so long to get here, I have NO idea! So yes, I moved into my good friend's townhome with her. Guys, living alone in Atlanta will break the bank. I made it work, but was aching to be more financially responsible and have a bit more to spend on the fun things like multiple visits to Whole Foods in one week {their pizza is to die for and dont even start me on the banana pudding gelato} and quarterly girls trips to the place of our choice.<br /><br />Life is really really good. Definitely not as I had planned, but I'm soaking up all the blessings along the way. In case you were wondering, I'm back out on the market {not that anyone cares, but who am I kidding, my hometown could probably use a conversation starter and heres the perfect way: "that alien Rachel is single AGAIN, is she ever going to settle down!??!?"}. I'm doing just fine and using this time to really spend time with the man upstairs! He continues to bless me for whatever reason and even though there are times that its really hard, I really enjoy the ride!<br /><br />Hope all of you are doing well. Visitors are always welcome...you just need to appreciate really good food and like to stay busy!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-91800988397459410352011-04-24T20:19:00.002-04:002011-04-24T20:56:51.577-04:00Without a shadow of a doubt...So its been over two months since I have even signed into blogger. I know, I'm a bad blogger. I could list LOTS of reasons why I haven't been diligent about keeping up with this thing {i.e. lack of computer, lack of desire due to being on the computer all day every day for work, lack of time, blah blah blah}, but it doesn't excuse me. So I do apologize as much as I can!<br /><br />The truth is that I have been preoccupied with this little thing called everyday life. Funny how that can get in the way sometimes. Amongst an odd work schedule and a daily workout routine on top of trying to maintain a semi-decent social life, there haven't been enough minutes in the day to squeeze in some blogging time. <br /><br />So to do a very brief montage of the past few months, here we go. Lots of work {but who doesn't these days?}, every night at the gym and pretending like I'm back in college again with some really awesome new girlfriends. A few visits with my Mr. Handsome and my family. A new doggie nephew, Colby, who is hands down THE CUTEST cocker spaniel/lab mix you will EVER see. A new found love for this thing called Spin and a new obsession with any type of anti-aging product as well as Axiom Gel Nail polish that give THE most gorgeous manicure you could ever hope for. And there you have it folks.<br /><br />No, that isn't all I've been up to but I feel rather confident in that those are somewhat the highlights.<br /><br />This weekend I was reminded that life is short and to be lived to the fullest. I stood by my mother's side as she kissed her mother goodbye for the very last time. And while I wasn't as close to this grandmother as one should be, I had one of those moments where I realized that there isn't room for silly things that bog us down and hinder relationships. As we looked at Grandmother for the last time, I saw the wooden cross Mom had put between her hands and I just couldn't stop the tears. They came completely unexpected but not for obvious reasons. They weren't tears of sadness because we lost Grandmother years ago to dementia, but they were more of tears that I knew that one day I would be doing the same thing except it would be my mom lying peacefully that I would say goodbye to. I will never forget that moment. It was just the three of us in there. Three generations of strong women who refuse to settle for anything less than everything they've wanted. Three women who love people and live life to the fullest. And it really wasn't until that moment when the room was silent and everyone else had left that I have such an important legacy to fulfill. <br /><br />The tears started rolling and I pulled my mom close for a hug because I know it has to be hard to say her final goodbyes. And because I know that regardless of all the petty mother/daughter silliness that occurred throughout the years as all mothers and daughters have, it was all null and void in that moment. That moment where I wondered what she was thinking about. That moment where I knew she had to have happy memories flooding through her mind. And that moment where I knew without a shadow of a doubt she was at peace because she knew without a shadow of doubt that her mother was vibrant again and in the presence of our most Holy Lord. <br /><br />She said, "Goodbye mother, I'll see you soon." I fixed Grandmother's dress one last time and admired her big flashy jewelry and pink lipstick that she was so famous for wearing. I hugged my mom tight and said "Im so sorry mom." And then we walked out and closed the door. I wouldn't trade anything for that moment. It was undescribeably beautiful. We walked as a family and sat on the front row listening to the eulogy and then my mom stood up with notecards in her hands and with the most calm composure spoke the sweetest words of her mother. Words that aren't normally shared. And I know without a shadow of a doubt that my fiesty little grandmother had to be watching {with a glass of ice water in one hand and 500 dogs at her feet} and smiling at how proud she was of my mom. <br /><br />Easter wasn't easy this year. But I just can't help but think that this was God's little nudge to remind me how blessed I am. Blessed to know that one day when I have to repeat history and fluff my mom's dress and kiss her goodbye one last time, I will have that same exact peace. I'll know without a shadow of a doubt that she'll be the ring leader of my welcoming committee when my time comes. She'll watch me {with a coke in one hand and 500 dogs at her feet and 2 in her lap} speak kind words about her. And she'll be proud of me. Isn't that what matters the most? To know that one day all the pain and sorrow you've endured will all be null and void when you walk upon the streets of gold? One day all the "why me"s and "I don't understand"s will disappear. They won't matter. Because you'll have left a legacy for others to fulfill. And all because of Christ's selfless love. His agony he endured so that ours will only be temporary and will disappear for eternity one happy day. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-29655829278987690252011-02-11T20:32:00.002-05:002011-02-11T21:06:00.462-05:00Insanity...Hey sweet blogger friends. Miss me yet? <br /><br />Between working 8:30 am to 7:30 pm (no lunch break) and a daily hour swim, I've had just enough energy to shower, brush my teeth and put on pjs to literally pass out 2 seconds later. I only wish that was an exageration. <br /><br />I've definately received some interesting feedback about my conquest I've made for myself. Several, "you are crazy"s, several "I wish I had the disciple to do that" and a few "that is awesome, keep me posted."<br /><br />The point is, I'm not trying to pat myself on the back {not that I could because I live in a constant state of muscle soreness and movement out of the ordinary is simply not an option}, but it is awesome.<br /><br />Awesome because I am THE least athletic person you'll ever meet and that is the honest truth. <br /><br />So to set out to complete a triathlon in October is more than just a stretch for me. Its a lifestyle change.<br /><br />I've enlisted help. I have a trainer I work out with twice a week who is probably 90 pounds wet and my co-worker who is my swim coach who works out with me twice a week in the pool. The other three days, I'm on my own as far as pushing myself. Surprisingly, the pushing is extremely addictive. <br /><br />I'm operating on the law of contrary behavior. When I feel like skipping the gym for the night, I leave work sitting on my desk and bolt to the car. When I feel like cutting the laps short because my legs are burning so hard I feel like they're about to fall off, I kick harder. When I want to just leisurely swim because its almost impossible to pull myself up for air every three strokes, I make myself sprint to the finish.<br /><br />Yes, its pure insanity. But tell me if you've ever accomplished any goal by sheer mediocrity. I would bet all $20 I have in my spending budget for the weekend that the answer to that is no. Friends, the insanity is my trainer. At one point, it was the satisfaction of conquering my fear. Then it was the anticipation of the feeling I would have when I surprised the whole FL tri group {aka ALL of Ryan's family} that not only did his anti-exercise girlfriend complete a triathlon, but she also did it in good time somewhat with ease. And trust me, I STILL look forward to those reactions. <br /><br />But now, the motivator is insanity. Its the feeling I get when I pop out of the pool and can barely walk because I have literally exhausted my muscles. Its the feeling I get when I discover that 6 laps of swimming with legs only {feeling like a complete moron because I'm using a kickboard and we all remember those to be saved for the losers who couldn't swim back in swimming lessons '89}, those 6 laps are actually doable now when two weeks ago I literally was choking halfway down the pool.<br /><br />That insanity has pushed me to race with the veterans swimming in the lane next to me {not to their knowledge of course}. It has literally poured through my veins to the point of making me literally crave the water. If I take a day off to recover {because once or twice a week is needed believe it or not}, I actually miss that initial cold water shock. I miss that feeling of pushing through the pain. I miss that feeling of being completely aware of my limits. Knowing that my legs are getting stronger and stronger by the day. Knowing that with each lap, I'm getting that much closer to my goal. I live for that feeling.<br /><br />The perks, you ask? Sleep...like a baby. Also,two weeks in, I'm down 6 pounds {not sure how much muscle weight I've gained, I'll find out in a few weeks for my monthly BMI check in...always depressing to see what your %body fat is}. Also, I have literally started to catch glimpses of some muscles forming in my arms. The gun show is in training. My jeans are fitting looser and I know for a fact that I've lost a size in my hips already. BINGO<br /><br />The downfalls? {I'm going to try to keep this short} Chlorine is HORRIBLE for your skin. If you thought I was obsessed with Vaseline before, you have NO idea how neurotic I am now. I bathe in it. As soon as I get rinsed off, I lather up with lotion, put on some fat pants, tshirt, uggs and a fleece and I'm out the door. The SECOND I get in the car, my face is immediately drenched in vaseline. We're talking SHINY greasy kid drenched. In fact I went somewhere after the pool the other day and forgot I was glistening from the 'line and you can't even imagine the looks I got. Another knock: laundry...I do about 4 times as much now. Soggy damp towels must be washed that night before mildew sets in.<br /><br />You bored yet? <br /><br />I promise I'll find something else a bit more interesting for you next time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-67695295950180987012011-01-30T11:25:00.002-05:002011-01-30T11:49:27.541-05:00it fits perfectly...Not sure if you remember what I listed as one of my goals for 2011, but I've officially gone nutso and have committed myself to completing a triathlon THIS YEAR. After 2.5 years of listening to Ryan's friends and family go on and on and on about their hobby/obsession, I've decided to see what the hype is all about.<br /><br />Now, I've NEVER had an athletic bone in my body. In fact, I signed up for softball only because I wanted to practice throwing/catching the ball with my dad in the backyard like he did with my brother over and over again. Turned out I was not cut out for a future in sliding shorts. I much preferred making flower necklaces in the outfield.<br /><br />So, I've just never though I would be the racing type. Until the Nelson clan came into my life. I bucked it for quite some time, but secretly wished I had the stamina to at least complete a race. And after a lot of doubting myself, I decided to go for it.<br /><br />No worries though, my first race isn't until October. So you are probably thinking, then why are you preparing so early?? Ummm to answer your question quickly: because I have ZERO skills at any of the three sports involved. NONE. And I really hope to not embarrass myself with my finishing time.<br /><br />So, to jumpstart the training, Ryan enlisted one of my co-workers who used to be a swim coach. She so graciously agreed to coach me in at least the swim portion. Some of you may be thinking, how hard can it be to swim? And that is exactly what I thought. Well, my friends, its not easy. In fact, yesterday after my first session, I called Ryan very angrily and said "I hate you and I want to die." Of course, he laughed because he knew exactly the way I felt. I felt like my legs were jello and like I was going to blow chunks at any moment. Neat.<br /><br />Want to know what is even cooler? <div><br /></div><div>This hot swimsuit...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYm-baF2XwhdhhMnysCWTKV6osj0Z1Wa1YZNNNpX32bUtkG-TZdZaxGZWUH32nYELotoC74MNaPn_sdYTsIFZX6s0JdzrBOrLI08Dmkg5WZqef1b3KboUOnWOsLRMGAZYYzrsvDIs_Vfg/s1600/31zOmI1K51L._SX342_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYm-baF2XwhdhhMnysCWTKV6osj0Z1Wa1YZNNNpX32bUtkG-TZdZaxGZWUH32nYELotoC74MNaPn_sdYTsIFZX6s0JdzrBOrLI08Dmkg5WZqef1b3KboUOnWOsLRMGAZYYzrsvDIs_Vfg/s400/31zOmI1K51L._SX342_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016162596065490" /></a>Never did I think I would drop $60 on a ONE PIECE. Not to mention how DISGUSTING it looks on. Mauri (my coach) helped me pick it out because I clearly had NO CLUE what to get. She warned me that it would be close to impossible to get on because they are meant to fit VERY tightly. When I asked her if it was normal to feel like my circulation was being cut off, she said, "it fits perfectly!" Neat. </div><div><br /></div><div>And to top of this insanely attractive get up, these guys made an appearance...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJG7BeOMDSqwD4znWtPTdpVH38E4L1TrZTF5IJ-w1siWSR9oYErfG7EDfY3d8E_S9ELRNYeNngroGOHIOi-6Z8pu9Z76tDHi8rcZrIwGFIQiksh-E0pAEWxyU-dcstUu66HIVbNmyB4I/s1600/41OL4SdcGKL._AA300_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJG7BeOMDSqwD4znWtPTdpVH38E4L1TrZTF5IJ-w1siWSR9oYErfG7EDfY3d8E_S9ELRNYeNngroGOHIOi-6Z8pu9Z76tDHi8rcZrIwGFIQiksh-E0pAEWxyU-dcstUu66HIVbNmyB4I/s400/41OL4SdcGKL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016164438679810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerKMKLKxzCuDiv0XaCeccmxMoHoLOgemH0plyDL36-5va3NwMaW-anxeyjyIkOzKsEVurWIv4u8AeiDQTI2UPhdJUMJCYZsMrs6D6msbRLCkk8MJAT8-qZq-LJaLiHwkGcOQWyYiRhu4/s1600/512WMATRMYL._AA300_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerKMKLKxzCuDiv0XaCeccmxMoHoLOgemH0plyDL36-5va3NwMaW-anxeyjyIkOzKsEVurWIv4u8AeiDQTI2UPhdJUMJCYZsMrs6D6msbRLCkk8MJAT8-qZq-LJaLiHwkGcOQWyYiRhu4/s400/512WMATRMYL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568016159475064354" /></a>So I completely lost all respect for myself when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Enter the second guessing. But I wasn't going to give up without at least giving it a try. So after about 3 laps, I wanted to literally DIE. Gasping for air doesn't even begin to describe the flopping whale scene I made in the pool. Here I am beyond humiliated that my co-worker had to see me looking like the biggest tool alive, now she sees that she will need to actually charge Ryan for her services. I may be over exaggerating a tad. 2 hours later, I actually felt like I wasn't about to drown. </div><div><br /></div><div>So clearly, I have TONS of work to do. And what scares me even more is that this is only 1/3 of the training I have to do. I'm not worried. I have months to get there. And I will tell you this, I am actually able to move today. That will probably change, however, once I finish my training session with my trainer Therman aka Thermometer.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, yes. I've officially lost my mind. Any laughs, encouragement, "you're crazy," etc. is greatly appreciated!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-76376707312989287122011-01-27T19:36:00.003-05:002011-01-27T19:51:32.583-05:00One glance...For about 3 years now, I've been painfully growing out my hair. I've had to exercise EVERY SINGLE ounce of self control all this time to not allow more than a trim to hit the ends of these locks. I've been tempted numerous times when I see a precious haircut that would cut my drying/styling time in half. And as time drags on, I get more and more disgusted at how QUICKLY I go through conditioner {and considering the fact that I only use it 2 or 3 times a week, its even scarier}. And I have exhausted all the styling tricks that cut down on my time spent in the bathroom in the morning. And if that wasn't enough temptation to chop, my stylist now charges me an extra fee for the length. Neat.<br /><br />But all it takes is one glance at a do like Emily's from Cupcakes and Cashmere...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_212Z8C9LuMPFQ0gj_Rrb3lNWi0KRbXV8cHizWQ1laMJryUXw2Dfv-Z2eZk8s2RCkeumKUpFsXewVC-No2GwZ9g7bLYJ9KnY95oQfRmEfsIvhdXX4kxfaqNbc7GeVpAr_wdJQzz5fjY/s1600/hair.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_212Z8C9LuMPFQ0gj_Rrb3lNWi0KRbXV8cHizWQ1laMJryUXw2Dfv-Z2eZk8s2RCkeumKUpFsXewVC-No2GwZ9g7bLYJ9KnY95oQfRmEfsIvhdXX4kxfaqNbc7GeVpAr_wdJQzz5fjY/s400/hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567029371740291986" /></a>And all my whining and temptations hit the road. Hi my name is Rachel and I'm a long flowing hair -aholic. I can't say no to it. So no new "it 'do" will change my mind. I've got probably an inch to go until my hair reaches my ultimate goal and will stay at that length. And no, I will not be cutting it to donate {sorry I'm philanthropic, but not with my hair}. And no, I'm not doing this because I may get married sometime in the somewhat near future {I hear/see that WAY too much and too many times these girls look so ridiculous they should sue}. I'm doing it because I can and I love it.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-17635530330309713622011-01-24T20:48:00.004-05:002011-01-24T20:58:42.649-05:00The Navi Cure...This past weekend, my company had its 10th Anniversary Celebration party. It was no expense spared and a FABULOUS night out. Not going to lie, this one ranks up in my list of top 10 fun nights. I said it.<br /><br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVFNbcTv7CupB0cfZktXOTUs3mt7r6Kp2H-BhWCL-TwCSkI2X3wI3rQBlUO-UXy4UhQANfY0xCwAg7j64zJjLcDV-zZlgzn8v9BISokpsC7DzdV6xh1Q0GidY9o4BnOMUQcW8UDI1DEM/s1600/Picture+167.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVFNbcTv7CupB0cfZktXOTUs3mt7r6Kp2H-BhWCL-TwCSkI2X3wI3rQBlUO-UXy4UhQANfY0xCwAg7j64zJjLcDV-zZlgzn8v9BISokpsC7DzdV6xh1Q0GidY9o4BnOMUQcW8UDI1DEM/s400/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935083889307202" /></a>It comes as no surprise that all my co-workers adored Ryan. I am still hearing stories about how fun he was.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPRetp19iFC1W8-X86f33dkDtInm2zSvwZyM3pixUiIQwQaiDiN0QO-CBI7SZEYGnmqhfRsi7hF8Dmrr0oYNhvn1oGh51HgZijU5VwGOpGDiPZ8OUA92cXvQqhPJQQ-lvtD3yjp-D-qs/s1600/Picture+157.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPRetp19iFC1W8-X86f33dkDtInm2zSvwZyM3pixUiIQwQaiDiN0QO-CBI7SZEYGnmqhfRsi7hF8Dmrr0oYNhvn1oGh51HgZijU5VwGOpGDiPZ8OUA92cXvQqhPJQQ-lvtD3yjp-D-qs/s400/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935079344192674" /></a>The Band {Yacht Rock} was incredible! And their costumes were even better!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_HZbJMrohgEryqmH2JGgFF5T4p0-CL_0ZKJXlWolSi8K3T9KdC3he9K8pLA7uzB9mdBNPgWu9_yPGoXuNqkD6I3W1VYUom8QvzgfN-daeK9fTWF4hCePfssrJrP-sFCP4RmnhMfMlRA/s1600/Picture+145.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_HZbJMrohgEryqmH2JGgFF5T4p0-CL_0ZKJXlWolSi8K3T9KdC3he9K8pLA7uzB9mdBNPgWu9_yPGoXuNqkD6I3W1VYUom8QvzgfN-daeK9fTWF4hCePfssrJrP-sFCP4RmnhMfMlRA/s400/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935075260388306" /></a>I had too much fun hanging out with my partners in crime from the office.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tXTWl_qttGt_rm4G_4rgel5N4fHMQ2ANU1IIV_UGOKYvxt1tvvan_KfpDtjpI-2XaRWn8tWV6rvs3IovHwEzfGq_CwQN7QpL7QK5BcK4cvzS_OxCxP-wxYte1wGqLZPAqAj0t9rfnnw/s1600/Picture+144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tXTWl_qttGt_rm4G_4rgel5N4fHMQ2ANU1IIV_UGOKYvxt1tvvan_KfpDtjpI-2XaRWn8tWV6rvs3IovHwEzfGq_CwQN7QpL7QK5BcK4cvzS_OxCxP-wxYte1wGqLZPAqAj0t9rfnnw/s400/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935071125589378" /></a>AND I won a chance in the Money Chamber. Looks a lot easier than it is. Imagine the most horrible seizure inducing conditions {wind blowing everywhere, strobe light, glasses that might as well be drunk goggles and the loudest noise you've ever heard} and you will see how I only won $35. And I have reports that Ryan was cheering for me a little too loudly.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRcVwU7IeIvh-vnEChG67Wp1lQyWh2N_vO0hJB7HtzIeAla4HfKB6GKJBtvca3PBEUPD6VkjMPCK5Xc8Gm3VlM16_r7qOx4Nqr_T2PY1CgUCif19oTFUa_U8-2e6brIy0r_vBuZun2Vs/s1600/Picture+139.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRcVwU7IeIvh-vnEChG67Wp1lQyWh2N_vO0hJB7HtzIeAla4HfKB6GKJBtvca3PBEUPD6VkjMPCK5Xc8Gm3VlM16_r7qOx4Nqr_T2PY1CgUCif19oTFUa_U8-2e6brIy0r_vBuZun2Vs/s400/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565935069733781890" /></a>It was soo much fun to get all dressed up with coworkers and stay up til 4am laughing. I say we make it an annual thing.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-49466276989577119802011-01-24T19:59:00.013-05:002011-01-24T20:27:58.284-05:00THE 500th...I've never really felt pressure to really THINK through a blog post before posting it. But this one is different. I mean, its the 500th post, which I think says a lot. So I decided to really do this right and start from the beginning to do a fun recap of all the silly things I've shared.<br /><br />When I started this blog, I had NO idea what I was doing nor the direction I wanted this blog to take {"WELL...sorry to disappoint, but I have no precious children to post pictures and stories about. I do, however have an extremely random life and 2 adorable dogs to show off...hmmm....this is guaranteed to be interesting!" AND "This is a learning experience for me. You know when God is trying to tell you something, almost to the point of putting a big flashing light in front of you? I see flashing lights everywhere!! I am so bad about trying to do things on my own and this is a hard time for me. I can't control or predict my future and its really getting to me. OK GOD....you have my attention!"}<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb60z6DLtcDq1tKJuZfxe1CcPeUN3OSimGBcVrUE4jlZCnPdebSstjjR2Tw7R_FNhJLHCWNbQw_b-hVQEBX6rDV7YsfPyth68lX7AtQVeUZ-ELJCUU_5Srpl01k03Sebr9LyaP4PsFa0M/s1600/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb60z6DLtcDq1tKJuZfxe1CcPeUN3OSimGBcVrUE4jlZCnPdebSstjjR2Tw7R_FNhJLHCWNbQw_b-hVQEBX6rDV7YsfPyth68lX7AtQVeUZ-ELJCUU_5Srpl01k03Sebr9LyaP4PsFa0M/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925313100936306" /></a>So I started off in the heat of my job search for my first job out of college. I mean WHOA how things have changed since then! I went through the ringer looking for a good job as much soon to be graduates do. I went on interview after interview and even flew for one. But it wasn't meant to be {thank goodness}. I was disappointed, but oh how I'm glad that didn't pan out:).<br /><br />I started to figure out how to post pictures {thinking I had an audience, which I did NOT} and posted my votes for a graduation gift.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY-v9OpWOyZ4rs_D5giD6vXqspJqQe_a4JXXsEZ2edgiP69Ac7fSF1hZQ9u8GVmWlecZ-4Q8P_nweeDfbqQzqBYWyumrveMiw-A5REYGcwiKevxvZKC4oanv2fiJY2HWHWt3ZtHpo19M/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY-v9OpWOyZ4rs_D5giD6vXqspJqQe_a4JXXsEZ2edgiP69Ac7fSF1hZQ9u8GVmWlecZ-4Q8P_nweeDfbqQzqBYWyumrveMiw-A5REYGcwiKevxvZKC4oanv2fiJY2HWHWt3ZtHpo19M/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925316207498818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BKNrREvajxThxaioXUV7fttiUSQ7Zh-3-lBY1-WWt_XC10V8iDAbcnYrA1gt9v6oEKzAzH1BWUr5XKqFaGIze2v_sIyzXIG-ymvx5_lfNcdTyV9q1u2crf6IKIC0iR6LIf7zjKw97KU/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BKNrREvajxThxaioXUV7fttiUSQ7Zh-3-lBY1-WWt_XC10V8iDAbcnYrA1gt9v6oEKzAzH1BWUr5XKqFaGIze2v_sIyzXIG-ymvx5_lfNcdTyV9q1u2crf6IKIC0iR6LIf7zjKw97KU/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925223533156082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDX_doFnjoS6bMt5hrlHxdsSiF0CeOpF1-Kts7NkFy94KUatQ8zUk4Fpog3SDSQ3ROYfVOnpNrYlxKn0YzCRAJV1s1s6A8hkzhfRFVfUlqKDAdZ-_PE6z_CEttM1AdkKzCpbTmdfiNwlY/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDX_doFnjoS6bMt5hrlHxdsSiF0CeOpF1-Kts7NkFy94KUatQ8zUk4Fpog3SDSQ3ROYfVOnpNrYlxKn0YzCRAJV1s1s6A8hkzhfRFVfUlqKDAdZ-_PE6z_CEttM1AdkKzCpbTmdfiNwlY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925219975631810" /></a>And then I GRADUATED!! Never imagined that would actually happen and I still have dreams that it never happened.<br /><br />Let's see...two weddings in two months and a new job, so June 2008 was rather eventful to say the least.<br /><br /><div>And then I somehow discovered that NOBODY is interested in a play by play of my boring life. So I came up with the idea of a post on <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-of-my-favorite-things.html">my favorite things</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that was fun. What was even more fun was posting some FABULOUS <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/search/label/Closets%20Part%20%201">closets</a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MsiP3WFky_n1sERxNLTKCmQC0yjddEJ5ZNSocQhFtvUMfLu47vsPQvfA8o_cVO3S-gj2uciij9g-FtSeEQiz83KoYR2OzT48q6fye-WoD62zEQa8M_E6ALjn4V8tGV_G0aXR5hG2fIk/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4MsiP3WFky_n1sERxNLTKCmQC0yjddEJ5ZNSocQhFtvUMfLu47vsPQvfA8o_cVO3S-gj2uciij9g-FtSeEQiz83KoYR2OzT48q6fye-WoD62zEQa8M_E6ALjn4V8tGV_G0aXR5hG2fIk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925221375356882" /></a><div>I got disheartened with the work world:</div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "> I'm learning lessons in real world issues right now. Work has been the most amazing teacher I've ever had! I've laughed, I've cried, I've gained confidence in myself, I've lost that confidence and wondered what in the world am I doing with my life, I've made friends, I've lost friends. I've learned what I really want in life, whats important and what is not. I've put to action everything I've been raised with. I've been asked to do things I know are wrong. I've been asked to do things I know aren't wrong, but don't want to do."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And whoooa that sounds familiar later on down the road!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And then I made the <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-miles.html">roadtrip</a> that would change my life forever. More on that to come :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And then I fell head over heals in love with J.Crew again.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiVvB_K_7vuQst1AjaJwsTHZikkASxmR3_Cnuo03OkJdP4M-L4lys3AASY6MAE_AIqpbcf7JllNDLnXcRxi5mVe8OBfyzvHtLageOgNQgPoEI-dwSiopAuuM50n2fA1FKJPLAwKZHnQs/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiVvB_K_7vuQst1AjaJwsTHZikkASxmR3_Cnuo03OkJdP4M-L4lys3AASY6MAE_AIqpbcf7JllNDLnXcRxi5mVe8OBfyzvHtLageOgNQgPoEI-dwSiopAuuM50n2fA1FKJPLAwKZHnQs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925216717347618" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And then I knew I was in love when I dropped WAY too much money on a plane ticket for my new boyfriend to join us on the family vacay to Aruba. That and <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-catch-up.html">somehow agreeing</a> to do some home renovations on his house just to see him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmKZPjnlR6VRqs7Ifpv8JKROwlf0Vv_WbIkiG5kByNJhMZD0Qf4lKF3tWGlQLoyThX81a2T3sSsXa-2YaSQvr6rx6KijA5CSs4Q2XngnR7a6P64jXK4sWTTl0ZqcqbBB20vhCJR_mXXY/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmKZPjnlR6VRqs7Ifpv8JKROwlf0Vv_WbIkiG5kByNJhMZD0Qf4lKF3tWGlQLoyThX81a2T3sSsXa-2YaSQvr6rx6KijA5CSs4Q2XngnR7a6P64jXK4sWTTl0ZqcqbBB20vhCJR_mXXY/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925210900846306" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">And then I experienced my first <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-weekend.html">triathlon </a>{spectator only}. Annnnnd that was interesting!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Went to 6 flags with my 2 favorite people in the world.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPID9TY2GYAVxuQZF9yBjVs9dep5fw3BosWh3VYoj2zIGpByOzjLY1kxnx9A1Vs-L0qzKupkwTnIkx5fSdKfvxy53Updx-NMA2X3kboApW2XqzHwvNsf5mWpVtep5DihB1hZJWCaItBo/s1600/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPID9TY2GYAVxuQZF9yBjVs9dep5fw3BosWh3VYoj2zIGpByOzjLY1kxnx9A1Vs-L0qzKupkwTnIkx5fSdKfvxy53Updx-NMA2X3kboApW2XqzHwvNsf5mWpVtep5DihB1hZJWCaItBo/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925008276403154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0XPoWofc9p3-0wayUOQZrx970XTedbU7uexgRrLXafbzxLe0Q-BUidjauHo3CKJPWIkWaQUDaf5fianxoiibncevUwfA5RSNRTfpeoabmnUykyiBerHCR8dGt7C1mOZnmH4g8cQvwc/s1600/9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0XPoWofc9p3-0wayUOQZrx970XTedbU7uexgRrLXafbzxLe0Q-BUidjauHo3CKJPWIkWaQUDaf5fianxoiibncevUwfA5RSNRTfpeoabmnUykyiBerHCR8dGt7C1mOZnmH4g8cQvwc/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565925003042892306" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Tried to use <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/11/add-this-one-to-my-list.html">pennies in a coke machine</a>. That was by far my most shining moments.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Got a <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-news.html">new job</a> to move to Florida to be with this cute boy I was head over heals for!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Was <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-dont-hate-me.html">not impressed</a> at the Florida vs. Florida State game.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Watched Ryan and Madison's love affair begin. And its such a sweet relationship. Makes me smile EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I see him surprise her when he comes in town.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQGb_HGjSeckD4ZNwNk8B6cK8RzFzrpZN2p7Hzd6PEeXp-lYoFkU72hLb7B62lPg6i8IrYSxMIhI56G3-0fe1OJL86S6urb-2djwEDGm8dVvADdA39aSjSobw6xV3a1qsrIcihod6WS8/s1600/10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQGb_HGjSeckD4ZNwNk8B6cK8RzFzrpZN2p7Hzd6PEeXp-lYoFkU72hLb7B62lPg6i8IrYSxMIhI56G3-0fe1OJL86S6urb-2djwEDGm8dVvADdA39aSjSobw6xV3a1qsrIcihod6WS8/s400/10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924999126095634" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Had Christmas with the family.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Started decorating my new place. It was hideous, I get it now!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYjyTEVvkTuZvqdrqda9GzYqzjS5IUP7xbUTDqhS6KvQCShpCtDq0SgI2EUzOnt7lPmzIpABd1kh7QTRXkVRScG87rMgQbvOFdFUZbGOCXB84i-HJgu0tCQQbijz5Fw8OLb3rF3eDdFY/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYjyTEVvkTuZvqdrqda9GzYqzjS5IUP7xbUTDqhS6KvQCShpCtDq0SgI2EUzOnt7lPmzIpABd1kh7QTRXkVRScG87rMgQbvOFdFUZbGOCXB84i-HJgu0tCQQbijz5Fw8OLb3rF3eDdFY/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924997922021538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2joH-WMRezkycEi2KNwfzG_UVPf43VbC0W2GNHEGTLyhswlnPUj9_G6JBAKyTkCMg9WuQs4xeVjmcz6yi1ZhncSaSRZeye4CHg8Ud9SBLJUe9NLt_ErJK75AYadgG0TwiLjeuxj76qs/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2joH-WMRezkycEi2KNwfzG_UVPf43VbC0W2GNHEGTLyhswlnPUj9_G6JBAKyTkCMg9WuQs4xeVjmcz6yi1ZhncSaSRZeye4CHg8Ud9SBLJUe9NLt_ErJK75AYadgG0TwiLjeuxj76qs/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924992437060946" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqSrGIzay4AUhqyQymCo_lHBmoZbh_JFMSJ1Mec7w1NT_YS7WxsQGD5shJXM-lghbbsTECnKiqMxkBt-eyWvwCdL2JK1MiEAMZYsX_aerH5pLR4EwFW_VwVf3_eJ62GZf6cWOySMKWmc/s1600/13.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglqSrGIzay4AUhqyQymCo_lHBmoZbh_JFMSJ1Mec7w1NT_YS7WxsQGD5shJXM-lghbbsTECnKiqMxkBt-eyWvwCdL2JK1MiEAMZYsX_aerH5pLR4EwFW_VwVf3_eJ62GZf6cWOySMKWmc/s400/13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924767592642530" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Listed<a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-theres-this-thing-going-around.html"> a lot of things</a> you may not know about me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Took a weekend trip to Destin.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4vpZGgQlH3mYXERf-QoiI7-MER_rMH-7YsNzAAfgH_Wk6a8d3-0v8I3vrAwa2UJREr_shrXGzv7ZS408sJBDrAzkkEhkKw5JSvd1Mmy8WX8ZzyVJqU0F6GPK2l9KDD2IrcllP7gnPVw/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4vpZGgQlH3mYXERf-QoiI7-MER_rMH-7YsNzAAfgH_Wk6a8d3-0v8I3vrAwa2UJREr_shrXGzv7ZS408sJBDrAzkkEhkKw5JSvd1Mmy8WX8ZzyVJqU0F6GPK2l9KDD2IrcllP7gnPVw/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924765119258466" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Had my first Florida <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-war-eagle-moment.html">War Eagle Moment</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My friend Sara became a Caldwell</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKenl5IvlpopoC7v9xr-pP67lF4c2HiPBNRSTm8ZUwTdjY-jJDOrTyJ5bmNI6GhRWYRxjYlj3tIKIIMWU3dPuqBexS35kI-XrMrlOxz3ZoB2EbndNYbvulEPihBNj9ag0scAvvUuyV7A/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKenl5IvlpopoC7v9xr-pP67lF4c2HiPBNRSTm8ZUwTdjY-jJDOrTyJ5bmNI6GhRWYRxjYlj3tIKIIMWU3dPuqBexS35kI-XrMrlOxz3ZoB2EbndNYbvulEPihBNj9ag0scAvvUuyV7A/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924758504754658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; ">Went to Aruba</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsLfb0f-YKmsS4-TPMyv_HLz7lD_1L6GFmKc0Hsje0IuzuGVgzN22GmvV38lGzxEVIdJH6qizQgDr_yw9Bdi97sxj1bFo1TCZLDLm7tTdsTrC2jfGQYy03xoA9iWwJT4lMh62AMoDx4Q/s1600/16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnsLfb0f-YKmsS4-TPMyv_HLz7lD_1L6GFmKc0Hsje0IuzuGVgzN22GmvV38lGzxEVIdJH6qizQgDr_yw9Bdi97sxj1bFo1TCZLDLm7tTdsTrC2jfGQYy03xoA9iWwJT4lMh62AMoDx4Q/s400/16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924758084552834" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Got suckered into the Florida way of dressing</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0Ur4dgdQerN-hBNIMJqDvdzBBx0IJtTclS9ckKUbMYhlHJ9r4ujh66FknuU4xTpDScGvlpR_hki6Q9-OW0YmiVLH_OGIbLkNJqIljMwznkAqvUSzDBHRjy4hPPBy2UN1Indr0sGg8Hg/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0Ur4dgdQerN-hBNIMJqDvdzBBx0IJtTclS9ckKUbMYhlHJ9r4ujh66FknuU4xTpDScGvlpR_hki6Q9-OW0YmiVLH_OGIbLkNJqIljMwznkAqvUSzDBHRjy4hPPBy2UN1Indr0sGg8Hg/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924751112854242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; ">Became obsessed with The Pioneer Woman</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uohmVX0qBsxBXLxZnShLB3Oq_rZI1AvJbZAhO48VTPhZ7ZZGHkRCJrn2t6kqPtvtZjByFGivx9Zn3f34N0ui6vTYzvhtnCj5_5mBD-h6zdKWfUliglSlQtdnn1ESTx0En76sI2T3KAA/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uohmVX0qBsxBXLxZnShLB3Oq_rZI1AvJbZAhO48VTPhZ7ZZGHkRCJrn2t6kqPtvtZjByFGivx9Zn3f34N0ui6vTYzvhtnCj5_5mBD-h6zdKWfUliglSlQtdnn1ESTx0En76sI2T3KAA/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924463417587218" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Worked my hiney off. Wait that sums up 2009-mid 2010 just in general.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP__NvkdPVslCp1yEnTl0va7CRk8vN5rGXdAdmSKt-Rn91D72QE7iEk2DvJ1uMnbyHaexH09sleOzKHkzbeRLUuRJ6-Ksz-givl130pICg8p6AT-tGQsmDHcNQgpgHFO-m5Db4iSfUEjs/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP__NvkdPVslCp1yEnTl0va7CRk8vN5rGXdAdmSKt-Rn91D72QE7iEk2DvJ1uMnbyHaexH09sleOzKHkzbeRLUuRJ6-Ksz-givl130pICg8p6AT-tGQsmDHcNQgpgHFO-m5Db4iSfUEjs/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924458887056210" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Realized I REALLY like finding decorating/interior design blogs</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Got suckered in to Polyvore</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLBbbxRHHFYkoSQzxq7PwOKIClDB15_3CGEdiFOuNxE0mT8oE_NACweA_B9HMjDUdj8VCdpxXi4OiP6vIGBbekq3r_IBGC2ZUBKYVWfOa8EWZT9X5BxcmjepA-WO-Vv879Amzt8E3d1g/s1600/20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLBbbxRHHFYkoSQzxq7PwOKIClDB15_3CGEdiFOuNxE0mT8oE_NACweA_B9HMjDUdj8VCdpxXi4OiP6vIGBbekq3r_IBGC2ZUBKYVWfOa8EWZT9X5BxcmjepA-WO-Vv879Amzt8E3d1g/s400/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924455599409858" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Stumbled across Cupcakes and Cashmere {my FAV blog!!} and decided to grow out my hair!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHU1RRtkFq7fnBGp1Z8tyAWbmiGsxmfd72qn-eyaQh4VEAq2X_6fRD8zNwocbDPZP_vXU5nv1cUCz1hIZLRgo76QQOsfrr2sVM_79HxKnVmQppJXjCZubUQ7igTRympxqK5ymGv9jvRKw/s1600/21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHU1RRtkFq7fnBGp1Z8tyAWbmiGsxmfd72qn-eyaQh4VEAq2X_6fRD8zNwocbDPZP_vXU5nv1cUCz1hIZLRgo76QQOsfrr2sVM_79HxKnVmQppJXjCZubUQ7igTRympxqK5ymGv9jvRKw/s400/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924449164030466" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Welcomed Hudson to the crew</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGbs5MB5Jo9Vbn1tl9CgsyWKercTdSCAVMKnwCSRxl52WO3HGEPB_tS-bwRGj8rszG2O2HZEsvgr87IdA9GpHmDnu6R4HBof0QucrHPRIJqqOR6UE3HtRJLof6cPDP_s__2gGi8rHJ5A/s1600/22.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGbs5MB5Jo9Vbn1tl9CgsyWKercTdSCAVMKnwCSRxl52WO3HGEPB_tS-bwRGj8rszG2O2HZEsvgr87IdA9GpHmDnu6R4HBof0QucrHPRIJqqOR6UE3HtRJLof6cPDP_s__2gGi8rHJ5A/s400/22.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924448938613618" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Had a doggie play date with cousin Wyatt</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjxkHQZYyfkyy4IISm5fclPROESKYFwB3zZjkcaVGHRIkcTIV_AfngHE7A4sYqD_zms1l2iTMm4vrLtP85lEgNrcWwEkYEWQ8Ll5x41b-KufsoXzcUE1AURqVODigii6kVs8PEwIIzbg/s1600/23.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjxkHQZYyfkyy4IISm5fclPROESKYFwB3zZjkcaVGHRIkcTIV_AfngHE7A4sYqD_zms1l2iTMm4vrLtP85lEgNrcWwEkYEWQ8Ll5x41b-KufsoXzcUE1AURqVODigii6kVs8PEwIIzbg/s400/23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924207100848162" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Took my absolute FAVORITE picture ever!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVhD1q1_ndR2I_9gm4rQZTYLJbze-KGjnFlYFDuCDR50j4tcONeQwEAf-FrYFxz15s3BEQX9oWOghCtHwbA7GAbp2mon52aEv_98vxSsUd9n4qS_F8jlRT9iEydHUk3-nONByBRr3nLM/s1600/24.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVhD1q1_ndR2I_9gm4rQZTYLJbze-KGjnFlYFDuCDR50j4tcONeQwEAf-FrYFxz15s3BEQX9oWOghCtHwbA7GAbp2mon52aEv_98vxSsUd9n4qS_F8jlRT9iEydHUk3-nONByBRr3nLM/s400/24.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924207757937490" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Spent the Fourth of July at the Lake and mom fell in love with little man</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_fUkwBhQuCzpluJAKazb2clhbq6SK8E5ZmxnPBQoCNzxy2rz3E8nZel99pmpFa_7sQntQqug2Rx-mbZz5Zrn2W6RwtRy0xiFpTShjBuptOr9P_jSFTaZ4fvo8ux-qI5GVR2hnlcsglk/s1600/25.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj_fUkwBhQuCzpluJAKazb2clhbq6SK8E5ZmxnPBQoCNzxy2rz3E8nZel99pmpFa_7sQntQqug2Rx-mbZz5Zrn2W6RwtRy0xiFpTShjBuptOr9P_jSFTaZ4fvo8ux-qI5GVR2hnlcsglk/s400/25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924199890570226" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Got my <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-questionable-post.html">heart broken</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Started picking up the pieces by going to the beach...A LOT</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQfeyWhWViYHar5hOgtpL-j30wPAVNsTB6gOrz2X7aAb0D1R2lHrSK3GLxYcNIIUV0W7vAoYBqHCnYprnLNqg_FEXVXkclX81b7EZYBjnYS1ZAfcwJq9S4DAT5koB4TB1H2ALrikLzxE/s1600/26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQfeyWhWViYHar5hOgtpL-j30wPAVNsTB6gOrz2X7aAb0D1R2lHrSK3GLxYcNIIUV0W7vAoYBqHCnYprnLNqg_FEXVXkclX81b7EZYBjnYS1ZAfcwJq9S4DAT5koB4TB1H2ALrikLzxE/s400/26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924172140887634" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Fall came and went</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexOpjWsJjh1FiM8yOCiaYtYA8ltzKNNvllVvY-BxoljVQFiVRiKSGdxbQdvEKZU7ub4eiozhcLG3G18hxcS-QeGQvxzCEicbRiJ0ThYIA94mJc0qu9bQEXUxFM0c6Wpxh3z7LDuTctGw/s1600/27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexOpjWsJjh1FiM8yOCiaYtYA8ltzKNNvllVvY-BxoljVQFiVRiKSGdxbQdvEKZU7ub4eiozhcLG3G18hxcS-QeGQvxzCEicbRiJ0ThYIA94mJc0qu9bQEXUxFM0c6Wpxh3z7LDuTctGw/s400/27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565924169412707442" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Acted silly at work and actually predicted the future for THE team in orange!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusm-5CNO1y5QdftvEbpjZ-BiLFMPEbLME07d7SHBG6160vRfdwnK1eygDKwYLl2vmnzNHwCLpNiF4DHLCXBlfL7ek8BkTHQ8MJQi_bambZMQvcAqDdzpGv0hB5LFnAbnjaX19l2QTWLA/s1600/28.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusm-5CNO1y5QdftvEbpjZ-BiLFMPEbLME07d7SHBG6160vRfdwnK1eygDKwYLl2vmnzNHwCLpNiF4DHLCXBlfL7ek8BkTHQ8MJQi_bambZMQvcAqDdzpGv0hB5LFnAbnjaX19l2QTWLA/s400/28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923951223630434" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Fell in Love with Charleston</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zArG4B_g6Q6CRR61bXipK2aFQZ69EGRj0LvHEtODCTXUZ17atSue074zg4Hlvx9uBB3K4zePHfZ0bAsN4j3FJxDa-b6NpjiOWUAbNdfnb3-YPsWpGISulbxlj8Cu3t7_La_jrielqIs/s1600/29.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5zArG4B_g6Q6CRR61bXipK2aFQZ69EGRj0LvHEtODCTXUZ17atSue074zg4Hlvx9uBB3K4zePHfZ0bAsN4j3FJxDa-b6NpjiOWUAbNdfnb3-YPsWpGISulbxlj8Cu3t7_La_jrielqIs/s400/29.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923946128064738" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Played Martha for Christmas...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwi0NdUq_CMt4yBgmMx7EBq8duyfXfc1emjI7h6NbrqwlqFSH-dQcWjwYqt9HqWmrq6c3Ryw7xGwPhWo1sA4Da052rxvZ8QUgajIhm5JzTtqNjl4syQITLUGGlyLypVYTNtIHRfUxmqE/s1600/30.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcwi0NdUq_CMt4yBgmMx7EBq8duyfXfc1emjI7h6NbrqwlqFSH-dQcWjwYqt9HqWmrq6c3Ryw7xGwPhWo1sA4Da052rxvZ8QUgajIhm5JzTtqNjl4syQITLUGGlyLypVYTNtIHRfUxmqE/s400/30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923941671223586" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Madison found the MOST obnoxious dog toy in the world which she bolts to the minute she gets in my parents' house.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhd7Tua_SE_YL_5VgmwWSN6AX1gIXr1RHqWzDufkdhqwtSUio9tuktO_1Y09gLmFSjnU22v6unLfDICvt3-9LUewiJRKP9XMm8O6nwILKSwb3Jx_Ja2graFFyBYVLebV7rHpSliJkHoZk/s1600/31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhd7Tua_SE_YL_5VgmwWSN6AX1gIXr1RHqWzDufkdhqwtSUio9tuktO_1Y09gLmFSjnU22v6unLfDICvt3-9LUewiJRKP9XMm8O6nwILKSwb3Jx_Ja2graFFyBYVLebV7rHpSliJkHoZk/s400/31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923935365111074" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Started salivating over the Belgian Brickmaker's Table</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWlhPw79e79LevB40AK7Jd48QgoVhOMk4BZYqV3ZYT2b56m7TmVzoImr40BlwgSlujHbwWl_yd0GNSQ_AdASApaS59_zhK5wLs6HUI9AgmhGyzt-ShYvHvTB11bo62EgZTUacYUs63lY/s1600/32.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWlhPw79e79LevB40AK7Jd48QgoVhOMk4BZYqV3ZYT2b56m7TmVzoImr40BlwgSlujHbwWl_yd0GNSQ_AdASApaS59_zhK5wLs6HUI9AgmhGyzt-ShYvHvTB11bo62EgZTUacYUs63lY/s400/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923931917850706" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 18px; "><a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/01/ps-this-is-austin.html">Waxed poetically</a> about my Friend Tiffany Clemons </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiab8uUIOmnndL6C-a2oM_HURP7e1efF9tgaYO1LUCJ4NYqdXX-TVcNSypJNEZ8wMVONbjpLnJLx-R5-03w6rTBQipUHuevq_u2YV2sKhEpRarXkqrAjoflnR0wJaCiKSMAECOqFfggJ4s/s1600/33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiab8uUIOmnndL6C-a2oM_HURP7e1efF9tgaYO1LUCJ4NYqdXX-TVcNSypJNEZ8wMVONbjpLnJLx-R5-03w6rTBQipUHuevq_u2YV2sKhEpRarXkqrAjoflnR0wJaCiKSMAECOqFfggJ4s/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923675726322226" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">Was accused of owning <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-pole.html">Stripper Shoes</a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD2C6WrfcVXDGZ75eQCn5kUL9fLAYsPIyEWjksmvJmBUGgDmZAtn2irS0mi0Wm1SLcOYtsGHkQowNQ7-AssAULsNk1qHUFJILkDhC0MN00yAMScxJkD6_rU86cnJkkDFqvl2AKK2CJ2Q/s1600/34.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD2C6WrfcVXDGZ75eQCn5kUL9fLAYsPIyEWjksmvJmBUGgDmZAtn2irS0mi0Wm1SLcOYtsGHkQowNQ7-AssAULsNk1qHUFJILkDhC0MN00yAMScxJkD6_rU86cnJkkDFqvl2AKK2CJ2Q/s400/34.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923671832972754" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: small; ">Interviewed my <a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-random-one.html">BFF Lisa</a></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfma4ESdk3OwCcGn5rW6wiZAMr-xu61FRyn7MFWbp_70vPK4vMhWN2zHewsbQ1OA9xtf4cqb0rAxHiOSpYLbNjFhGRwYlH5tHngX6N7qWXvObByAudZgUDmMc7RL-91iUz5Pw8ynS1f-4/s1600/35.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfma4ESdk3OwCcGn5rW6wiZAMr-xu61FRyn7MFWbp_70vPK4vMhWN2zHewsbQ1OA9xtf4cqb0rAxHiOSpYLbNjFhGRwYlH5tHngX6N7qWXvObByAudZgUDmMc7RL-91iUz5Pw8ynS1f-4/s400/35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923669288480706" /></a><div>Changed the look with new lamps</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg336bmnq8P7QjBTJ1fFBJvAfsYfYiXn3bH779CVWBF9iBiH04IeHUPKCfBmRH_d1je_iEswngrNLQDeVcbAULaC9Uo3Tf62JK3aGoYda7sRfJ38yWTRw0AVCZYr3nHIZMxdSD0BXrEMYA/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg336bmnq8P7QjBTJ1fFBJvAfsYfYiXn3bH779CVWBF9iBiH04IeHUPKCfBmRH_d1je_iEswngrNLQDeVcbAULaC9Uo3Tf62JK3aGoYda7sRfJ38yWTRw0AVCZYr3nHIZMxdSD0BXrEMYA/s400/36.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923663636683458" /></a><div>Had some houseguests</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5PZCX-YnXGJpYdBT82hZBK_9_rL81zKF59OIw_T1_RzNx9D0qwJsiopb7rXlqxjAl1pAxnqSHg783WbrY4QwbeU16z_7OXeav66qE7gxiNMAV5Odk-4vUGPx3OQRIZtME-_Vlr-0sdI/s1600/37.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5PZCX-YnXGJpYdBT82hZBK_9_rL81zKF59OIw_T1_RzNx9D0qwJsiopb7rXlqxjAl1pAxnqSHg783WbrY4QwbeU16z_7OXeav66qE7gxiNMAV5Odk-4vUGPx3OQRIZtME-_Vlr-0sdI/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923666462760418" /></a><div><a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-budweiser-sauces-for-you.html">Megan's post</a> was one of my ALL TIME FAVORITES</div><div><br /></div><div>Started deciding my life was boring and needed some sparkle</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTP60NlR2hAFZJ00V7it7YCr76yPNiGI1YDOD1Q3D-D_2ArMKPJ0nZBgNhyphenhyphenGh0h5YnpwyfNASFAjRKtIR1h_Mhx97KZZRvBt6v9hq0s1eItmgnuWmxXmunvm8yYbo0Xs-T4kCENCSBeg/s1600/38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTP60NlR2hAFZJ00V7it7YCr76yPNiGI1YDOD1Q3D-D_2ArMKPJ0nZBgNhyphenhyphenGh0h5YnpwyfNASFAjRKtIR1h_Mhx97KZZRvBt6v9hq0s1eItmgnuWmxXmunvm8yYbo0Xs-T4kCENCSBeg/s400/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923363040478978" /></a><div>Sara got the CUTEST dog ever!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbCF4ISjQr_Hg6go6Ra_3A0XNc7tN2KUM28yzSAmEd3fI-HNCvBByPfyHCHPBWXsq3LtbYFbXgMmFB4R_i1rolBKNy9lf3aGeSaTLXAtj-MJ5hiLisiYOh3lfi32P1uiu7JKN-sSAIKk/s1600/39.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfbCF4ISjQr_Hg6go6Ra_3A0XNc7tN2KUM28yzSAmEd3fI-HNCvBByPfyHCHPBWXsq3LtbYFbXgMmFB4R_i1rolBKNy9lf3aGeSaTLXAtj-MJ5hiLisiYOh3lfi32P1uiu7JKN-sSAIKk/s400/39.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923358199198210" /></a><div>Surprised mom with a photo shoot of her kiddos</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBipS4Fv8PniJJ1c6AykRiqsezfI_L-tFYjQLM66RH4jgF7nbHl0EXPNAoaZ3APsauKCRp9HlGIXypa_4i4eTlYmzg_pWfrbqTnyz4OKLwuZnUD4fxwRx2ab8hPhvg69kZec9vea07jfk/s1600/40.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBipS4Fv8PniJJ1c6AykRiqsezfI_L-tFYjQLM66RH4jgF7nbHl0EXPNAoaZ3APsauKCRp9HlGIXypa_4i4eTlYmzg_pWfrbqTnyz4OKLwuZnUD4fxwRx2ab8hPhvg69kZec9vea07jfk/s400/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923354820690418" /></a><div><a href="http://rachelmachen.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-is-finished.html">QUIT MY JOB</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Moved to my DREAM city!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAu-j4ruGQGbuyOVNDp0AeP_hIimnCGnLyMhsHD9V0kJriCAp6YTcF87zFesGyqDwYxQAjYxiNorRH5zWb5oqCErIt5-5Zp3b2iH_LISvdrRp8Rp8Vq504PDXIAkO6ctcCRX1GQYe2_U/s1600/41.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAu-j4ruGQGbuyOVNDp0AeP_hIimnCGnLyMhsHD9V0kJriCAp6YTcF87zFesGyqDwYxQAjYxiNorRH5zWb5oqCErIt5-5Zp3b2iH_LISvdrRp8Rp8Vq504PDXIAkO6ctcCRX1GQYe2_U/s400/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923350167019250" /></a><div>Celebrated 4th of July in Atlanta with Ryan {and several of you started to get suspicious :)}</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicthXW4qFZpjTkkblqlVJHGR5Aewy1_Zl5zg00S-Gl2DOm8M4PYQFNJOY6W35iQtHzg0kAkFXVr8MYe7zuI1MtUIpNLtr-E6-Dl_z-xcAyCK7joXN7N7y8o2oR2APu9sr6xKvaTr5eLdY/s1600/42.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicthXW4qFZpjTkkblqlVJHGR5Aewy1_Zl5zg00S-Gl2DOm8M4PYQFNJOY6W35iQtHzg0kAkFXVr8MYe7zuI1MtUIpNLtr-E6-Dl_z-xcAyCK7joXN7N7y8o2oR2APu9sr6xKvaTr5eLdY/s400/42.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923338668905106" /></a><div>Fell in Love with this little man...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKngyiHRD7uufCUCp3QeScVogI7ah4bfpeHDXSOzOHTieA5A1ISDbER9BdOwwmOux8nlQur3p0yx3bAEzBFa1TEQ12f7jMlsEPVs5zMrYs6Jgb9uROnQAD4tyKazsPVQgNi9iCvM_5ZhY/s1600/43.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKngyiHRD7uufCUCp3QeScVogI7ah4bfpeHDXSOzOHTieA5A1ISDbER9BdOwwmOux8nlQur3p0yx3bAEzBFa1TEQ12f7jMlsEPVs5zMrYs6Jgb9uROnQAD4tyKazsPVQgNi9iCvM_5ZhY/s400/43.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923117245965410" /></a><div>Found the Will to my Grace...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaeuoPSx4GdpyEse-kPvbw3INlsl4vIl2otrKUJOok8CvF43MS4sEJFga6AkiOjgeGXykPfgERlXMVp5x_0rHvIucbYpEmLQ6NhVUeh3etJe7n2f9HlgU3gahgABSwecFmKYNq0XcPo8/s1600/44.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaeuoPSx4GdpyEse-kPvbw3INlsl4vIl2otrKUJOok8CvF43MS4sEJFga6AkiOjgeGXykPfgERlXMVp5x_0rHvIucbYpEmLQ6NhVUeh3etJe7n2f9HlgU3gahgABSwecFmKYNq0XcPo8/s400/44.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923110856599234" /></a><div>Started the monthly flight schedule to visit THE most handsome man in the world!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMv-KTPGRL-_gpOyveCLo0McH58gKIMde3G-EBJrAtjJzP_AIDcI78HTMMZ6XFqZYFp3vfPxngsb2e823I3b24Sgff_kjAuo2Nd7mV5MlgLa8EN_Kh_AvY7fpTpFNFVA0DBpwLGeqBVQ/s1600/45.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMv-KTPGRL-_gpOyveCLo0McH58gKIMde3G-EBJrAtjJzP_AIDcI78HTMMZ6XFqZYFp3vfPxngsb2e823I3b24Sgff_kjAuo2Nd7mV5MlgLa8EN_Kh_AvY7fpTpFNFVA0DBpwLGeqBVQ/s400/45.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923103537893762" /></a><div>Finally broke the silence and shared that this one is all mine :)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT9jEeVoo4Rm4TDDf-S0MqiEVAZuQkp0RlbyOpkBGGoMg8Mkfaoqn39Na-N3zAOC5j5sct2v58_0vpgA4L9y97St7bQWfd2-JXIWKwlg5RhN6sgs-0aPmsI-QZzpCyEsobwm6oxGzjpU/s1600/46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT9jEeVoo4Rm4TDDf-S0MqiEVAZuQkp0RlbyOpkBGGoMg8Mkfaoqn39Na-N3zAOC5j5sct2v58_0vpgA4L9y97St7bQWfd2-JXIWKwlg5RhN6sgs-0aPmsI-QZzpCyEsobwm6oxGzjpU/s400/46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923104329033682" /></a><div>Got new living room furniture</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1vxAG_2kAqaGBsSPWi6NjAhiGDc-y7UwQdNB2JIEPPbAcYSvuUJGyKoO8kNjwCErkmpOvUzwTkNkSVgU_4unpFkDRD1uU69WPI5GMpH-oRTm3cVIRglJnGJ21OHW8JqrV2XlXm2w-qg/s1600/47.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1vxAG_2kAqaGBsSPWi6NjAhiGDc-y7UwQdNB2JIEPPbAcYSvuUJGyKoO8kNjwCErkmpOvUzwTkNkSVgU_4unpFkDRD1uU69WPI5GMpH-oRTm3cVIRglJnGJ21OHW8JqrV2XlXm2w-qg/s400/47.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565923097016513602" /></a>Fell in love with Auburn all over again<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxXiTbxmsv4F-qi90LZsI4dcCCmopg3vAJHfad1enaoyJ_fv3KykaMHeEqwZ0_sI2Y-DDq52IAoqEmwKOR0IWLBUrtVuLdivr9rfsSk895a6nv2Dzc6hGn83FmZsa1ritOKnuNnFOCp8/s1600/48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxXiTbxmsv4F-qi90LZsI4dcCCmopg3vAJHfad1enaoyJ_fv3KykaMHeEqwZ0_sI2Y-DDq52IAoqEmwKOR0IWLBUrtVuLdivr9rfsSk895a6nv2Dzc6hGn83FmZsa1ritOKnuNnFOCp8/s400/48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922883314121826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IOwyX5GiZYdsGdvsWiPnHKmoVegFhGq3gUlYzKBy3WN8aZHBtcos0KpHXWQYW-LadurfK8oym6SB7ROP71w2Oq3Texlfg5K8N_3aTt9O8CUY0_5R0k7j8XnxtcLwE8YAn25XmCTSVIk/s1600/49.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IOwyX5GiZYdsGdvsWiPnHKmoVegFhGq3gUlYzKBy3WN8aZHBtcos0KpHXWQYW-LadurfK8oym6SB7ROP71w2Oq3Texlfg5K8N_3aTt9O8CUY0_5R0k7j8XnxtcLwE8YAn25XmCTSVIk/s400/49.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922881492637394" /></a><div>Christmas was wonderful</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzjxSScIMlRZBLCNtbT_QFVYobR6dD5VwDbVJTAiV8z_MpwCFLx5B3rj0Jg59Xxz0QLI7HuXozx_4EZEq9NWkAvzIMMNmfuipitGI5M8B63t8Jp_vnVUd2wlrpQAL-BIV_p0QUsbb8Vw/s1600/50.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxzjxSScIMlRZBLCNtbT_QFVYobR6dD5VwDbVJTAiV8z_MpwCFLx5B3rj0Jg59Xxz0QLI7HuXozx_4EZEq9NWkAvzIMMNmfuipitGI5M8B63t8Jp_vnVUd2wlrpQAL-BIV_p0QUsbb8Vw/s400/50.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922878312642658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-so2rA9fGwuWVRG8mIytWv3lS2cF7eeUIdHPP0L0RdjtVGbG20WSEFSlt3SzF0CEsIHPSKiYwKttD1hX6UPS0lbXaSXTXkFwzpKamgatEsDlT_TDVlJAO3rg0hkR053QbAEfaLQdUfw/s1600/51.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE-so2rA9fGwuWVRG8mIytWv3lS2cF7eeUIdHPP0L0RdjtVGbG20WSEFSlt3SzF0CEsIHPSKiYwKttD1hX6UPS0lbXaSXTXkFwzpKamgatEsDlT_TDVlJAO3rg0hkR053QbAEfaLQdUfw/s400/51.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922875001901026" /></a><div>It snowed and I became a hostage of my apartment because of it for days.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfiZpkRHsIFd2t8MwtcDENnae_x8-F4QKe9rHHhZDvBGJBtHGdVCF-xBI5fjesdL89q16YO006v99uB_bcD8OGr7UML1BAyblQJFLIDB8hZU9U1ch-ZCrzMv_T946mqWhNXH93ASt4aE/s1600/52.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpfiZpkRHsIFd2t8MwtcDENnae_x8-F4QKe9rHHhZDvBGJBtHGdVCF-xBI5fjesdL89q16YO006v99uB_bcD8OGr7UML1BAyblQJFLIDB8hZU9U1ch-ZCrzMv_T946mqWhNXH93ASt4aE/s400/52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565922869602460626" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div>And then here I am. For the ZERO people STILL reading this: bless you child!But really, in all honesty, I can't believe how much life has changed since the beginning three years ago. I just hope the next three I can look back and have the same reaction: WHOA.</div><div><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-64265161137692435852011-01-16T18:28:00.002-05:002011-01-16T18:36:59.434-05:00499th...<div>I just noticed that this is my 499th post. WHOA. HOW did that happen? I'll try to make 500 semi-entertaining.</div><div><br /></div><div>AND...</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S.</div>I just came across this picture from <a href="http://purestylehome.blogspot.com/">Pure Style Home</a> and just melted. Not necessarily at the late 90's/early 2000's dining room look, but at the 2011 tradition with a twist piece aka the framed Ikat fabric. It's no coincidence that I love this because I've actually been on the lookout for something fabulous to hang over my bed. And now I'm 99.98999% sure this is EXACTLY what I'll do. Now, Caldwell, I'll need you to send me links to fabric websites that won't kill the budget!!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3ftlm4zIJaJ0gEqJp_5_TYRlq2l3Tr-cHGPgod6PhKG1dEWkwjnJzhsTJnQ2xHj0OC-UNebU2bzywsfoL7hCWWGomgxPBOrO9Gc2hFOMlg82icOBbROVDc-pmWopK_H4e1AOBhy3IVY/s1600/malinda+078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3ftlm4zIJaJ0gEqJp_5_TYRlq2l3Tr-cHGPgod6PhKG1dEWkwjnJzhsTJnQ2xHj0OC-UNebU2bzywsfoL7hCWWGomgxPBOrO9Gc2hFOMlg82icOBbROVDc-pmWopK_H4e1AOBhy3IVY/s400/malinda+078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562929957881386066" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-52640356160508308292011-01-16T16:44:00.003-05:002011-01-16T17:03:06.334-05:00Improvising Recipe...This past week I had to improvise. My car didn't move for five days because of the snow/ice issue. Walking to a restaurant across the street took 20 minutes and was TERRIFYING because of the slippery ice especially on the hills. So I had to work with what I had in the pantry. And that wasn't much considering the fact that I haven't been to the grocery in over a month. So I had to get creative. Until I remembered a soup we used to always make in college. Here is a SUPER easy and delicious recipe for white chicken chili.<div><br /></div><div>Mom taught me a little trick about stocking the pantry...always always always keep dried beans on hand. I thought she was kinda odd about this, but I get it now. Lucky for me, I had stocked up last month in anticipation of several soup suppers to follow. Added bonus, the dried beans are SOOO much healthier than canned. NO worries about the sodium with these guys! **Don't forget to soak these for a minimum of 8 hours, I recommend even longer! I believe I used half a bag of Great Northern beans. If you want to take the can route, two cans is plenty.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5350356288/" title="Beans by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5350356288_b6bfe6796f.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Beans" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Add in a block of pepperjack cheese cut into cubes...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349713323/" title="pepperjack by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5164/5349713323_b7e86a6dfa.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="pepperjack" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And depending on your tastes, add in these guys...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349701553/" title="Soup ingredients by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5349701553_e57754acb9.jpg" width="500" height="430" alt="Soup ingredients" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Add in some boiled chicken breast cut into small pieces and mix it all in the crock pot...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5350317746/" title="Soup Mix by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5350317746_99059e07d6.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Soup Mix" /></a></div>Cook on low for a few hours and voila!! I also like to add crushed tortilla chips and sour cream on top. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you hate it, my apologies.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I've been to the grocery twice this weekend because I will NEVER go without fresh food again. EVER!! There is a HUGE bowl of fruit in my kitchen that I continue to devour. And an added bonus, its pretty.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-83937659994290712062011-01-16T07:44:00.002-05:002011-01-16T07:54:58.979-05:00House Beautiful blues...Its no secret that I have a really bad obsession with House Beautiful magazine. So this month's issue no doubt put me in a good mood immediately. I've picked it up, read through it and put it down to come back to it later about 4 times so far. <div><br /></div><div>One thing that REALLY caught my eye was an article about re-decorating a living/dining room in a 9am-5pm time span. I thought that it would only be a little re-arranging, but not so. In fact, this team was actually able to completely transform this room with a whole new look. A look I really like, actually!!</div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Before:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRO8ioaD44IQVGPRs4LLpjprAp3dH-z20R8ERPM5yRo58AKQUm5_NEwbh_R9I-j00wVF4z-4ygke8KFvaa-GikiLzf0shUcnP7qDHK3u3AFtUlWt176pTjVlicOMcn6XUoI_22FUolyQ/s1600/healing-barsanti-sofa-before-0211-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuRO8ioaD44IQVGPRs4LLpjprAp3dH-z20R8ERPM5yRo58AKQUm5_NEwbh_R9I-j00wVF4z-4ygke8KFvaa-GikiLzf0shUcnP7qDHK3u3AFtUlWt176pTjVlicOMcn6XUoI_22FUolyQ/s400/healing-barsanti-sofa-before-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763917037696466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The room has a lot of built in character if you ask me. The built in bookshelves, the fireplace, the floors...very charming. But it has that "I just moved in a few weeks ago" look to it. And I know how frustrating that look can be, which is why I am CONSTANTLY re-arranging to avoid this at all possible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The After:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-qxT0zAqVvev7GOzpr3AD5xTgidKwT4D65PxOp1kthtYZNvUr2hyphenhyphen5yo6133xtLrvngqoSGqH_XczF0bwPOkCXOBwfKKra0wDFj3eo_QjFAWXbRaTxt1HvOLrArt6v_7IFUo4qdfuF4E/s1600/healing-barsanti-finished-room-0211-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM-qxT0zAqVvev7GOzpr3AD5xTgidKwT4D65PxOp1kthtYZNvUr2hyphenhyphen5yo6133xtLrvngqoSGqH_XczF0bwPOkCXOBwfKKra0wDFj3eo_QjFAWXbRaTxt1HvOLrArt6v_7IFUo4qdfuF4E/s400/healing-barsanti-finished-room-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763905074908818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">While I don't think I could pull off the blue, I really like how bold they went with this color throughout the room. Another thing I like...all the patterns. Some times too much is just perfect! And I just can't help but love the new layout of the room!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfZWBLnUe9-ZexVcV7DdpLYu0p7373PQvIdvqkH1yvIVSQLzCwPDqscMDiEkzZZnBQNPe6ANACPhiqXeEQZxnyUjpzWsO-DNDqL5pkeUGX4EB16yH0DDKayQHz0uoKj9WG5BCF44E6o4/s1600/healing-barsanti-lessons-learned-0211-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfZWBLnUe9-ZexVcV7DdpLYu0p7373PQvIdvqkH1yvIVSQLzCwPDqscMDiEkzZZnBQNPe6ANACPhiqXeEQZxnyUjpzWsO-DNDqL5pkeUGX4EB16yH0DDKayQHz0uoKj9WG5BCF44E6o4/s400/healing-barsanti-lessons-learned-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763899237942354" /></a>And then another home's renovation caught my eye. Yet another room full of blue. Maybe I'm missing a memo or something??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8_H3n_YJOvFPhvBWo0YBaSuqsNK0t8DPfGTJBB9AjowvIHxBnQtUcN6gxzLq0K1Rjlzan-8B9g6-WigE0Gebgd_OlMqgsEXqgKQtM65tuUdsoyV61Xh174ikPJHzcAPwfGpfRxz6Fhk/s1600/mendelson-blue-chairs-0211-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8_H3n_YJOvFPhvBWo0YBaSuqsNK0t8DPfGTJBB9AjowvIHxBnQtUcN6gxzLq0K1Rjlzan-8B9g6-WigE0Gebgd_OlMqgsEXqgKQtM65tuUdsoyV61Xh174ikPJHzcAPwfGpfRxz6Fhk/s400/mendelson-blue-chairs-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763892401440210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_4sGZPcSiYpEmt7FvyN-v93-7QChyjL2BATNCDFInEjiFWejznys5-2xWHpCJCZVdURrPZtxE_gDR0pAo2ooArFjPbwKHZRTLNQDl3wDEJe1iTjR_Y60SexMe-i5o66GDM_j8U2z1i8/s1600/mendelson-green-sofa-0211-de.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_4sGZPcSiYpEmt7FvyN-v93-7QChyjL2BATNCDFInEjiFWejznys5-2xWHpCJCZVdURrPZtxE_gDR0pAo2ooArFjPbwKHZRTLNQDl3wDEJe1iTjR_Y60SexMe-i5o66GDM_j8U2z1i8/s400/mendelson-green-sofa-0211-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562763888680602322" /></a>The Lamps, oh the lamps. I can't put into words how much I like those!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-45185057007750982272011-01-13T13:54:00.002-05:002011-01-13T14:07:31.085-05:00Cards...I don't know about you, but I take Valentine's Day rather seriously. I always have. I remember spending WAY too much time picking out the cards when I was a little girl {Strawberry Shortcake or Hello Kitty??? TOUGH decisions!!!}, not to mention the HOURS I spent hand picking the cards for my classmates. I went to a small school where everyone knows everyone. The slightest hint at flirting and it all hit the fan by 3:15 carpool line. And now I just want to know one thing...where was this when I was 8??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGYUB-_FcjoaV4PcFKjvfuP86aCV7BVOOtyQQIzPC0dLCM31lWruzTeCSRKIwJo-vwbR5ig-xj-OBU4pip89RFW1MqXLsuS4j1QEdSQxXe26MyE7lcZiGWQoq0Xh2flUWTcSPD4YBkog/s1600/MIN-YAS-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWGYUB-_FcjoaV4PcFKjvfuP86aCV7BVOOtyQQIzPC0dLCM31lWruzTeCSRKIwJo-vwbR5ig-xj-OBU4pip89RFW1MqXLsuS4j1QEdSQxXe26MyE7lcZiGWQoq0Xh2flUWTcSPD4YBkog/s400/MIN-YAS-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746177420842146" /></a>Then again, I'm pretty sure I would have deliberated way too long with this as well. And if you're anything like I was, I read into EVERY SINGLE DETAIL of the cards I received. Little did I know that NONE of the boys even spent 2 seconds with their cards. So little Frank didn't have a crush on me, his momma just gave me a sweet card!<div><br /></div><div>Well the Valentine's Day parties are definitely a thing of the past, but don't you worry. I still celebrate. Always have, always will. I know its the most over-commercialized holiday known to man, but still. I think its fun to take one day a year to tell the ones you love just that. I'm definitely a words of affirmation kind of girl. The more I hear praise, the better I feel {and not in a vain way}. So I love to pour out that same affection to my friends and family!</div><div><br /></div><div>If I were made of money, I'ld go ahead and invest in nice Valentine's Day cards this year for all of you. But money doesn't grow on trees and there are bills to be paid. So, instead, how about an early preview for what I would send??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKyqqXDI8mGwj_fSGctIz1dXsiGkK0GkncZ_pbrJtxpfHv-nKtYOz_e7OuuxhBOi3WFJ64NssIeqo6hyrNfVZBenuSANzyHkYLOjTM8KBF65A8piZbGzI6ilJsmIQ9rp892kyGZiwiV4/s1600/MIN-SYL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKyqqXDI8mGwj_fSGctIz1dXsiGkK0GkncZ_pbrJtxpfHv-nKtYOz_e7OuuxhBOi3WFJ64NssIeqo6hyrNfVZBenuSANzyHkYLOjTM8KBF65A8piZbGzI6ilJsmIQ9rp892kyGZiwiV4/s400/MIN-SYL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746173919851762" /></a>Insert a picture of the two sweetest little rascals in there and that would be my top choice. How can you not LOVE two sweet adorable pupsters??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNebQC92XGPe5HG91gBnDrnZ9swTUvO20p_71vy9hUH1YJTVc15ibz3sN95-4IYOq0TfkbAfTpbOLCRi3lLbZS1NQUzqBCypEOjdAE-ZSuPD1z1i9wJQcsDQHDPS8iHdPYJZpmeinMkA/s1600/MIN-STC-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNebQC92XGPe5HG91gBnDrnZ9swTUvO20p_71vy9hUH1YJTVc15ibz3sN95-4IYOq0TfkbAfTpbOLCRi3lLbZS1NQUzqBCypEOjdAE-ZSuPD1z1i9wJQcsDQHDPS8iHdPYJZpmeinMkA/s400/MIN-STC-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746169425163106" /></a>Or maybe, if you're into candy, this would hit your mailbox! I don't care for the chalky things, but to each his own.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo082JQ6Aw7tXn7GjXcXDDlULxpmTB_TWt4zkhkkkLNOoB6h7rJt0yHY-h-gtY2UefLk0W-ePhJFbpnxTqeg3pkwIEO1Af7oX19hMP7TlbRtZRirdjho16Qt3F6565aO6XO7otKa4AOw/s1600/MIN-BRL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo082JQ6Aw7tXn7GjXcXDDlULxpmTB_TWt4zkhkkkLNOoB6h7rJt0yHY-h-gtY2UefLk0W-ePhJFbpnxTqeg3pkwIEO1Af7oX19hMP7TlbRtZRirdjho16Qt3F6565aO6XO7otKa4AOw/s400/MIN-BRL-VLD-001_A_PD.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561746164585793186" /></a>And if you are one of my GIRLY girlfriends, you would receive this. Because lets be honest here...Valentine's Day is so cheesy and girly. I don't normally get into that, but one day a year won't hurt!</div><div><br /></div><div>Snow update {as if you are interested, haha}: STILL there! And I'm STILL at home!! I braved the roads for a trip to Chickfila this afternoon and almost cried about 4 times with the close calls I had. So, this girl is parked at her kitchen table ONCE AGAIN. Please send yummy food. Soups and frozen casseroles make me want to puke {sorry mom, they were good earlier in the week, but I need some variety right about now}.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-48193125122653264312011-01-12T16:55:00.002-05:002011-01-12T17:08:44.431-05:00STILL shutin!!Snow Shut-In Victim number 334,509,232 here. Just reporting to you what I've been up to since I haven't cranked my car since Sunday afternoon.<div><br /></div><div>Some think I would have gone nutso by now. Living alone isn't always lonely {insert my mom laughing here_____}. I've stayed relatively busy to be honest. And if anyone asks, yes, I am in fact actually working while doing all of this! Multitasker, yes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Making friends with neighbors pays off time after time. Example A:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349756943/" title="bottled wine minis by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5162/5349756943_6475da6762.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="bottled wine minis" /></a></div>He shows up with food and wine. AND he treats me to lunch at the restaurant across the street as long as I keep him company. SOLD!!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a supervisor making sure everything stays on track...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349748645/" title="parrot lemon by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5349748645_0b8ca65d8f.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="parrot lemon" /></a></div>He likes to bark at any and every sound in the courtyard and hall. And don't even TRY to keep him from barking while on conference calls. He's the boss! And he is in desperate need of a haircut. I could have done that with all my time at home, but last time I tried that, it didn't pan out so well.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've made do with the food in my house somehow. Although the fresh food is starting to get rather scarce...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349726081/" title="Apple by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5349726081_dacaf0e827.jpg" width="392" height="493" alt="Apple" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I've also done some re-decorating of sorts...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349722527/" title="Sassy by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5010/5349722527_9ee2ca969d.jpg" width="500" height="376" alt="Sassy" /></a></div>where pictures of crazy nights out have been replaced by sweet pictures of me and sassy from yesteryear.</div><div><br /></div><div>I even used the tape measurer my mom put in my stocking and hung some frames. Not as easy as I thought it would be and they aren't perfect...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349717915/" title="Bedroom by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5242/5349717915_f2a9040ba5.jpg" width="356" height="500" alt="Bedroom" /></a></div>When I bragged to Ryan about my handi-work for the day, he responded with "Rachel, do you even have any walls to hang things on anymore??" Men.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yes, I've kept this guy open AT ALL TIMES...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5349697487/" title="work at home by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5349697487_899299cdfe.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="work at home" /></a></div>And maybe kept that glass full some of the time as well! Nothing makes a conference call awesome like a glass of Riesling.</div><div><br /></div><div>It snowed AGAIN today so my hopes of returning to civilization tomorrow may be a major fail.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay warm kiddos!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-19403890965954072062011-01-11T11:25:00.002-05:002011-01-11T11:34:50.920-05:00something for the walls...We're on day two of being shut in due to the snow. So staying in the house all this time has done nothing but make me ancy. Ancy to clean {its spic and span here}, ancy to cook {who knew??} and most of all ancy to keep decorating. I've lived here for 6 months but still trying to add personal touches to the place. I don't like to do everything at once. It starts to look forced if I do. I like to live in a place and a little at a time. Hang a painting here, add some little vignettes there and over time its really my style.<br /><br />Well, I really want some fun things for my walls and Ikea is sure to supply if done correctly. I have two requirements: modern edge and affordable {aka cheap}. Obviously you will find that at Ikea. So here are a few of my top picks. I think that clustered correctly in some simple clean line frames, these could do exactly what i want. <br /><br />NOW.<br /><br />Here's where you guys come in. Please tell me which ones you like, hate, etc.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaBWk7eReOqG34iiQ2VMWG9NpjLbemLwv01660HGOSio92y2wB5LOYKbZyR-qHKzyTBFNjc8gDo-dztw2E2rwl_md6IBERWvd_KYUDJ-gGLSLJsBz5PmKqN0_g7BuHpt8Z5HoZjIfmmw/s1600/tvilling-poster-set-of--shells-on-the-shore__0088166_PE218420_S4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaBWk7eReOqG34iiQ2VMWG9NpjLbemLwv01660HGOSio92y2wB5LOYKbZyR-qHKzyTBFNjc8gDo-dztw2E2rwl_md6IBERWvd_KYUDJ-gGLSLJsBz5PmKqN0_g7BuHpt8Z5HoZjIfmmw/s400/tvilling-poster-set-of--shells-on-the-shore__0088166_PE218420_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965664209718418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3mC9QDYuDpIOvk9Rn039FKmiWUbjWS1iL0mW7-LktrE5g5oK1hnXDFDqBKabwU_wrO7TlECJitKcIBQCcJtlXYhzdCpZ-DbUXx9XPrG-gLLA1-gZO2uGMHAwfBsNsU74o8lztZqq7-w/s1600/tvilling-poster-set-of--ink-figures__0104549_PE251574_S4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3mC9QDYuDpIOvk9Rn039FKmiWUbjWS1iL0mW7-LktrE5g5oK1hnXDFDqBKabwU_wrO7TlECJitKcIBQCcJtlXYhzdCpZ-DbUXx9XPrG-gLLA1-gZO2uGMHAwfBsNsU74o8lztZqq7-w/s400/tvilling-poster-set-of--ink-figures__0104549_PE251574_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965541122158786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbxJEwOxCr_NhyphenhyphenjQvFEtw2MVegY0rit7nXdcEJUSEKn-zeQFm8WlKCV8x9d0113EhOndcK7Y2qoL5wJWH4FSEdXTPfLlqcEpQ1xemt0gkAcEGm7015QDkYiXh4yEqDB33TNu-5y2dSOg/s1600/kort-art-card-swedish-places__0110390_PE260637_S4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbxJEwOxCr_NhyphenhyphenjQvFEtw2MVegY0rit7nXdcEJUSEKn-zeQFm8WlKCV8x9d0113EhOndcK7Y2qoL5wJWH4FSEdXTPfLlqcEpQ1xemt0gkAcEGm7015QDkYiXh4yEqDB33TNu-5y2dSOg/s400/kort-art-card-swedish-places__0110390_PE260637_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965532299599522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDi_-_hJbWz2NjYBwAnODpMrrhZyRv_aiRuzGnjVe7aWKJVpaPFYqA4JjRn6vKwulhQuboXz3Y4CHXgYJIq3gAD8sL7PuFoIAk39t28fhAjqiML_Kr3qkzoc0_VXCq34VMI6xzvaRAlgM/s1600/bild-poster-nineteen-something__81762_PE207113_S4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDi_-_hJbWz2NjYBwAnODpMrrhZyRv_aiRuzGnjVe7aWKJVpaPFYqA4JjRn6vKwulhQuboXz3Y4CHXgYJIq3gAD8sL7PuFoIAk39t28fhAjqiML_Kr3qkzoc0_VXCq34VMI6xzvaRAlgM/s400/bild-poster-nineteen-something__81762_PE207113_S4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965528225150498" /></a>I know you're ALL going to poo-poo this one. But I don't care. I've seen it hung and it is AWESOME in person!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivakujGrq99uAVdAiReLv5mfnIC1OgCt7DZUxLNhvNJH-JvgRaaMW0UNMCBOi3SiigAxVVwAHdEhZU2Ub65zrPG85ShGPNUy172yI91l8I8npckgBilf2AP0CIC-8NvzZ1ktyd80sSncg/s1600/bild-poster-collage-a__0098271_PE239344_S4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivakujGrq99uAVdAiReLv5mfnIC1OgCt7DZUxLNhvNJH-JvgRaaMW0UNMCBOi3SiigAxVVwAHdEhZU2Ub65zrPG85ShGPNUy172yI91l8I8npckgBilf2AP0CIC-8NvzZ1ktyd80sSncg/s400/bild-poster-collage-a__0098271_PE239344_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965522802455826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fEzJ4cgrh9CWyWArM03CHgLp6qG5Hc5pceKRYHrGlm2RTryxXt6z78S83763Nyu4EvW2jPqHLTLLR_XPY68e543eyhsHoWrIgxpAg-BqtpEQXcp8h-K7hSpPPSW6-C7_MeAucD4kCM4/s1600/bild-poster-arts-et-metiers-graphiques__0110388_PE260635_S4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fEzJ4cgrh9CWyWArM03CHgLp6qG5Hc5pceKRYHrGlm2RTryxXt6z78S83763Nyu4EvW2jPqHLTLLR_XPY68e543eyhsHoWrIgxpAg-BqtpEQXcp8h-K7hSpPPSW6-C7_MeAucD4kCM4/s400/bild-poster-arts-et-metiers-graphiques__0110388_PE260635_S4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560965500291345058" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-75776141695493478062011-01-10T22:40:00.002-05:002011-01-10T22:50:58.240-05:00lonny...I've challenged myself to not destroy my manicure during this nail-biter National Championship Game. In order to do this, I've already downed a glass of Riesling and I'm having to keep my computer in my lap AT ALL TIMES. Over halftime, I discovered that I somehow missed the release of the new LONNY. Not sure how this happened with my extra time today because of the snow. But its a good thing I found it now because it has DEFINITELY kept me occupied {which says a lot considering the fact that I've dreamed of this game since I can remember}.<br /><br />Here are just a few of my favs so far...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_VCNmnqWyJ46BqSC3TL63meFNrhqT845H4YQyyXC2BR7K-_uoWj04S_JsmMcqUf8ZHgM8fDx7Wrc08757xykHN7g2F7oAHwjmHK4-EJ3GfWY1h9pkSZyypieMLYKrmV99NQ1yorw9gw/s1600/Dresser+lonny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN_VCNmnqWyJ46BqSC3TL63meFNrhqT845H4YQyyXC2BR7K-_uoWj04S_JsmMcqUf8ZHgM8fDx7Wrc08757xykHN7g2F7oAHwjmHK4-EJ3GfWY1h9pkSZyypieMLYKrmV99NQ1yorw9gw/s400/Dresser+lonny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769320800169890" /></a>That dresser is just perfect and I really like how she styled it!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hvZbJP5zpJrHtV_omFj63pqu3KBPh6gF7N9ZP9PIjUtMY9_AnPvQV4tXknsIRLy_v2Dq9YijN9_zNxeCOwY7pXPzE4513st7t3xJ7FNhyphenhyphenN3bq9UtqXX8jfPtUN8rnlC9eC7fdmeDcnI/s1600/bookshelves.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1hvZbJP5zpJrHtV_omFj63pqu3KBPh6gF7N9ZP9PIjUtMY9_AnPvQV4tXknsIRLy_v2Dq9YijN9_zNxeCOwY7pXPzE4513st7t3xJ7FNhyphenhyphenN3bq9UtqXX8jfPtUN8rnlC9eC7fdmeDcnI/s400/bookshelves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769315889803986" /></a>HELLO bookshelves!! Clearly, this homeowner values books for their main source of entertainment!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDw39yHTibsVMbrlBdy38zYAybWLO2AoCK94aYD_2uMznizXKe7CwRSXju2Q5HJoCEPOXns-GEfU0m3lEXAKDwI3ZoZHzbCK_1_3JNMZMGis7pXI2UVAz6RQWdyZL6R8XwPor2ogCjQNU/s1600/lonny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDw39yHTibsVMbrlBdy38zYAybWLO2AoCK94aYD_2uMznizXKe7CwRSXju2Q5HJoCEPOXns-GEfU0m3lEXAKDwI3ZoZHzbCK_1_3JNMZMGis7pXI2UVAz6RQWdyZL6R8XwPor2ogCjQNU/s400/lonny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560769318852510098" /></a>ABSOLUTELY stunning Kitchen!!<div><br /></div><div>Ok, back to the game. My tigers {and boyfriend Cam} are calling me!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-52922820954789460742011-01-10T09:22:00.003-05:002011-01-10T09:27:09.062-05:00I mean, it SNOWED!!!This post is mostly for my mom, but here is what I got of my backyard this morning!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342447707/" title="Picture 090 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5003/5342447707_4e55d75268.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Picture 090" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342452789/" title="Picture 091 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5342452789_69d31f88ed.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Picture 091" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5343066588/" title="Picture 092 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5248/5343066588_6313217489.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="Picture 092" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-55162845093840043752011-01-10T08:45:00.002-05:002011-01-10T09:12:54.278-05:00wintery...Its a winter wonderland out there. And since we live in Atlanta, everything has been closed. So I'm working from home today. Not going to lie, I could really get used to this! I can multi task A LOT here!! I whipped out the nice camera to take pictures of the snow {failed miserably because the dogs wouldn't cooperate with the snow}. I found several pictures from Christmas so in the spirit of all things wintery, here you go...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342358561/" title="Picture 069 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5287/5342358561_69a2767ce7_z.jpg" width="640" height="411" alt="Picture 069" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning with my little monsters.</div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342363175/" title="Picture 066 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5342363175_b1bee2020b_z.jpg" width="417" height="640" alt="Picture 066" /></a><div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342363175/" title="Picture 066 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"></a>Aunt Sar helping the little crazies open their Christmas gifts. And yes he is wearing a male diaper.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342349965/" title="Picture 078 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5163/5342349965_f6db035046_z.jpg" width="437" height="640" alt="Picture 078" /></a><br />Nothing makes me happier than seeing these guys love on their Gra</div><div>mamma!!<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342333995/" title="Picture 089 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5342333995_3c83ec4426_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Picture 089" /></a><br />Mom sent me home with some banana nut bread and I've enjoyed it quite a bit so far!</div><div><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58019828@N02/5342346701/" title="Picture 086 by 17827ee671f2eff3f140a47bc2add951, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5086/5342346701_0bb382d97f_z.jpg" width="640" height="427" alt="Picture 086" /></a><br />And to top off my weekly Monday conference call {this week spent in PJ's with a little yorkie man in my lap}, this guy is really doing the trick!</div><div><br /></div><div>Stay warm!!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-81311857760129053782011-01-09T19:11:00.003-05:002011-01-09T19:20:41.531-05:00a waiting...The weather man says the flurries should start falling ANY minute now. We're all bundled up in this household and just a waiting.<br /><br />I've got a mug of Keurig coffee next to the sofa and I'm decked out in some chic comfy lounge clothes {with my new uggs of course}and its all topped off with two little monsters cuddled up next to me.<br /><br />Its almost perfect {minus the elephants that live upstairs...is it really that necessary to stomp around 24/7??}. And I came across a few things that caught my eye...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AvQrOVjKzG0g9kQdU2u3FksiNrJdwMgvnqqY35uszv5GqMEWDO8fNXUGnqyB1pdHayLhC95scMPAYd8ygYcc5QBhQ_AxYsLNof3K2L0rIlT3tOQ18HHnXb-sxcJeZNBZiYOkluYi154/s1600/WALLS.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4AvQrOVjKzG0g9kQdU2u3FksiNrJdwMgvnqqY35uszv5GqMEWDO8fNXUGnqyB1pdHayLhC95scMPAYd8ygYcc5QBhQ_AxYsLNof3K2L0rIlT3tOQ18HHnXb-sxcJeZNBZiYOkluYi154/s400/WALLS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343344047530018" /></a>Totally LOVING the large tile backsplash. And those black wood floors look super sharp against all that white and stainless steel. A little warmth to balance out all that cool chic modern look. I like it. A LOT.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GGECxAtOlfKR6oOBqly-hPJWFgfIYMxM-3beg2eMh0q2CKPFfV2rxArBqSc2PG_1TTLvg_MaQ0cJKb36WA__aZols51dhg8VQWMCQCID5Euoqq7Tdbuqlv-3uOqXPRtBw5xBx-F-v1k/s1600/FLOOR+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GGECxAtOlfKR6oOBqly-hPJWFgfIYMxM-3beg2eMh0q2CKPFfV2rxArBqSc2PG_1TTLvg_MaQ0cJKb36WA__aZols51dhg8VQWMCQCID5Euoqq7Tdbuqlv-3uOqXPRtBw5xBx-F-v1k/s400/FLOOR+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343336848974850" /></a>Again, digging the tile here. And the kitchen is super fab too! The colors. Oh I swoon!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IdRZ99TUoj-zW3BHicbyaN1dCICRQz6KA8mNHpmHM1VfzW3JV_z2jFVxaezRKxWBBgNuH-EJZjovPjTyBIHJc0eW4WRcdQYs6g61VCW_7FVxcbaR45pIdoUcT7UyoK6BbBszI_zOGeQ/s1600/FLOOR.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IdRZ99TUoj-zW3BHicbyaN1dCICRQz6KA8mNHpmHM1VfzW3JV_z2jFVxaezRKxWBBgNuH-EJZjovPjTyBIHJc0eW4WRcdQYs6g61VCW_7FVxcbaR45pIdoUcT7UyoK6BbBszI_zOGeQ/s400/FLOOR.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343333473215362" /></a>Notice a trend yet?? The tile pattern is sheer perfection. I am a little obsessed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvL2IwAWsOaPNGE54tohakpHePRwAiTXgzfp7Yyr77-xCMSKPyuZOhIQ12rkGralJnzYHT94nnwz8Esw7B212_bIWDkT_EL7zo_on-1GKb009DgCTFA_4hMJlpre1-CKepR8ajt_8sZg/s1600/WORDS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCvL2IwAWsOaPNGE54tohakpHePRwAiTXgzfp7Yyr77-xCMSKPyuZOhIQ12rkGralJnzYHT94nnwz8Esw7B212_bIWDkT_EL7zo_on-1GKb009DgCTFA_4hMJlpre1-CKepR8ajt_8sZg/s400/WORDS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560343330318555122" /></a>And to mix it up around here, I just fell in love with this painting. I can't even read what it says, but who cares? Because the colors and size is just AWESOME!<div><br /></div><div>Bundle up kiddos. Whip out the hot tea, drift off into blog land heaven and cuddle up with the snuggly ones you love.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-78572288143591528752011-01-08T10:22:00.003-05:002011-01-08T10:32:44.157-05:00Interior Wisdom...I can't believe I left this off my list of favorite Christmas gifts. I do believe that this is one of my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE gifts ever! My sweet sister in law really hit the nail on the head with this! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUphixYtRzAori3t0po_Lk-OGjclihdMAcOQakt2gP_wf891nXHXSDF0qpCRCKO6mM3p9hC8QPGkbj0tMa0M4xd7IKOJoBBRa7QYHgo4A_Lb21QPy2YgKg1Grpbjj7RwZUm9NlnTN32o/s1600/Interior+Wisdom+book.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUphixYtRzAori3t0po_Lk-OGjclihdMAcOQakt2gP_wf891nXHXSDF0qpCRCKO6mM3p9hC8QPGkbj0tMa0M4xd7IKOJoBBRa7QYHgo4A_Lb21QPy2YgKg1Grpbjj7RwZUm9NlnTN32o/s400/Interior+Wisdom+book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559836007113641986" /></a>I was floored when I opened this book! This interior designer lived in Destin, FL for years but now lives in New Orleans and her style is simply perfection! I spent a 4 hour car ride over Christmas just pouring through this. I was mesmerized, to tell you the truth. But the mesmeration wasn't simply from the pictures {which is usually the case for me}. Leah Richardson opened her home and her heart on building a godly home but aesthetically and spiritually. Its hard to put into words, but she does an amazing job pulling two ideas together that are usually not intertwineable. <div><br /></div><div>I was sincerely flattered when Kristen picked this for me. She must be a secret follower of this blog because she recognized the things I like the most: decorating and growing in my relationship with Christ. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the extra steps in your gift hunt for me and finding a jewel!</div><div><br /></div><div>Ladies, I HIGHLY recommend this for your collection. Its beautiful on so many different levels. And if you're one of my close friends, do me a favor and DON'T buy this because this will hands down be my go to gift for anyone I know that likes these two things!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-40895165041381205432011-01-07T18:40:00.002-05:002011-01-07T19:09:02.510-05:00the path...So my boss sent out an email about the possible snow storm heading our way and what to do if we are "snowed in." For starters, I don't think Atlanta ever actually gets snowed in, but we are southerners and we think snow on the ground is basically a universal "no need to work, get outside and play like you're 8" memo. <br /><br />If you aren't living in the south, you will find this little phenomenon very silly. But that's what we do best...silliness. We drink our tea iced and sweet {almost like hummingbird feeder water if you ask me how I like mine}, we plan weddings around college football schedules, we hang magnolia leaf garlands at Christmas and we ONLY eat dressing with our turkey {don't even say the word stuffing to us!}.<br /><br />I couldn't help but laugh when I started to get bombarded with calls from all my remote sales reps asking what this big storm was about. Greg in Michigan said its -6degrees and he doesn't think it will ever stop snowing. They all laugh at us and think we're crazy. But I just tell myself its a jealousy they just aren't aware of at the time.<br /><br />I mean, who wouldn't be jealous of beautiful homes, gorgeous coastlines, mesmerizing farms along the highway, food that will add pounds to your waistline in a matter of minutes and neighbors who would literally give you the shirt of their back?<br /><br />Times are hard now as we all know it, but for some reason, I think it may be just a smidge easier down here. I can't tell you how many times I see donation boxes in our company breakroom. People willingly give away gently used coats as if its no big deal. They write checks for the twin babies whose mother abandoned them and now live in a foster home. They bring casseroles to the families who have just lost a loved one and they invite you into their homes where you find spreads of delicious food {which they usually send home a doggie bag for you to enjoy later}. You tell me where you can find all of this outside the Mason Dixon line.<br /><br />I don't really know why I'm going on and on about this because I honestly sat down and just started typing. I think its really weighing heavy on my heart that I am so incredible fortunate {notice I didn't say "blessed" although I know I really am...just sick of hearing people use it too much} to live in this little bubble. <br /><br />I can so easily get down on myself for not having the bank account I always thought I'ld have by this age. I start doubting myself for taking a semi-alternate route from everyone else. Because lets be honest here. Its not ideal to fork out half your salary in living expenses. But here's the catch. I'm doing it ON MY OWN and living in a fabulous place! <br /><br />I don't think most of my friends really grasp this because they have a husband to share the bills with and I can almost guarantee that their mortgage is only a third of my monthly rent. So when I decline lunch dates with a "I really wish I could but I'm on a budget," the wah wah wah look I get really just tells me "I don't get it." But you know what? I'm okay with it. I truly am. Because this path is the one I'm on. And its my path. I used to be terrified of it and dreamed of a different path, but these days, I'm running and skipping along mine. Want to know why? Because I've figured out that the secret to happiness is that its a choice. Would I choose to live with a tight budget? Heck No techno! But has this tight budget shown me how to appreciate even the smallest of things like going to the grocery store? Absolutely! <br /><br />You know what this is?? Character building, my friends! So in 20 years, I'll be telling my kids the SAME thing my mom and dad tell me over and over again: "when I was in my twenties I could barely afford to make it, but I did it. And it got better...bit by bit. And now I appreciate what I have so much more!" So I'm happy because I choose to be. Happy because I live where I know I have a safety net if the bottom were to fall out from underneath me. Happy because I know I'm on a different route than everyone else I know {which by the way means in NO form or fashion that I think my way is better than anyone else's, I'm just embracing what I've been given}. Happy because there IS food in my refrigerator and I'm sleeping in a huge comfy bed with the two little rascals to keep me warm {that and the pile of about 8 layers of bedding}. Happy because with the push of a button, I can hear that voice that can pull me out of the crabbiest of moods and reassure me that one day it won't be this one. That one day, I'll have that mortgage that will only be a small portion of our income and that one day, I won't have to pick up the phone to hear that voice, but he'll be sitting in the same room. <br /><br />That's life yall. It doesn't work like you plan. But here's a little secret: if you go with the flow, its a TON easier! Sure, be ambitious and make things happen, but don't try to make your own path. Who are you to decide? Just keep skipping along. Because its not the destination that matters, but the journey that got you there.<br /><br />WHOA. <br /><br />Light post to follow ASAP!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-72818776909710243542011-01-06T19:48:00.002-05:002011-01-06T20:02:47.137-05:00not a goal...Please notice how my list of goals for 2011 didn't include daily blog posts. Why you ask? Because I'm a firm believer that if you set a goal for yourself, you MUST reach it and if you're me, go above and beyond it.<br /><br />So, I'll stay realistic with you and tell you I will update as much as I can. I've got quite the busy year staring me in the face so you will have to keep the emails coming if I go MIA!<br /><br />That being said, I realized I haven't posted any interior design pictures in AGES. Tonight I came across this picture and it just jump started me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitx_U_p_hM2ulpoJc-CuGFFKTvKrkpnhwzNtbOJ6EM6sp_OSai4_EOBN0pdOzpSllpMfHLrgPgWOoY_CZWDrdeT-dU6Ik4JOZXNKaHwcmYX4bR4fFeVbT5K5U-5HY49oXE86NhTUR7k-U/s1600/141_478543_8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitx_U_p_hM2ulpoJc-CuGFFKTvKrkpnhwzNtbOJ6EM6sp_OSai4_EOBN0pdOzpSllpMfHLrgPgWOoY_CZWDrdeT-dU6Ik4JOZXNKaHwcmYX4bR4fFeVbT5K5U-5HY49oXE86NhTUR7k-U/s400/141_478543_8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240649791292338" /></a>Caldwell: this one's for you.<div>So, my friend Sara posted a while ago about wanting/needing a new bedspread. I saw it in person over Christmas and I thought hers was just perfect, but that's just me. Anyway, when I saw this picture, I immediately thought of you Sara. This just looks like you if I were to put your style into a picture.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Whpw_29-NcxcDZgYDfgnRTsQfjEeDqZUU8MkvvjJIz2oKRSK3MZIB91Z3YbMkWC-2_uYT8lZg5eXfsGFdB1Mb1llFohONT7wrKx6dID4gXradgfKJ3dnFvKWdTaJz-f6H_yAzkXtlw/s1600/hbx-dunham-white-staircase-1110-de-39737251.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU_Whpw_29-NcxcDZgYDfgnRTsQfjEeDqZUU8MkvvjJIz2oKRSK3MZIB91Z3YbMkWC-2_uYT8lZg5eXfsGFdB1Mb1llFohONT7wrKx6dID4gXradgfKJ3dnFvKWdTaJz-f6H_yAzkXtlw/s400/hbx-dunham-white-staircase-1110-de-39737251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240100506319106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjQu89UAK0BxSOmICiYxeC3LXqgYmUXS_UBQBd0lvnH8wa3UNQMgAxVyGIuyq1R8mojNwMbo42Ao_2SduGYi4I4HFhbJmBLm_8H5RMTMwx0yTme9jTWq2MjovnEE96vVSarwHAoQuKX8/s1600/EPSON002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjQu89UAK0BxSOmICiYxeC3LXqgYmUXS_UBQBd0lvnH8wa3UNQMgAxVyGIuyq1R8mojNwMbo42Ao_2SduGYi4I4HFhbJmBLm_8H5RMTMwx0yTme9jTWq2MjovnEE96vVSarwHAoQuKX8/s400/EPSON002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240092868400610" /></a>The girl has a basket full of Hunter boots. BASKET FULL. Whoa.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe34y_jM1pqibN4WkplM2VoJqQqGi0qvGardv56sV_5AA7frkuCkfmsIiP06XgTE8Or0Pwsdc2KXq816k6yVGLhYoL2g_36K9u2mHcKGxzdN8vXRed7nMTgAEBo4qX1NFEfqYxb7FhT0/s1600/hbx-sachs-kitchen-cabinets-06-1010-de-36178114.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe34y_jM1pqibN4WkplM2VoJqQqGi0qvGardv56sV_5AA7frkuCkfmsIiP06XgTE8Or0Pwsdc2KXq816k6yVGLhYoL2g_36K9u2mHcKGxzdN8vXRed7nMTgAEBo4qX1NFEfqYxb7FhT0/s400/hbx-sachs-kitchen-cabinets-06-1010-de-36178114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240088865461522" /></a>Every single detail of this kitchen. EVERY SINGLE DETAIL. I'm drooling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHx2F0VXNzAt4RCB2n2rwrFb0AWspum8bApXbvo7pIgrujlyPhIp-YrEGqImaFlMYHTuPo7Q9z8trbxB1k3R27CDutctf1fTG3C2t1c_WqwPWN4uIZVSDMntiVV-8Qi9DPyRuakbWxXw/s1600/hbx-decorating-Berger-6-0709-xlg-27581010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCHx2F0VXNzAt4RCB2n2rwrFb0AWspum8bApXbvo7pIgrujlyPhIp-YrEGqImaFlMYHTuPo7Q9z8trbxB1k3R27CDutctf1fTG3C2t1c_WqwPWN4uIZVSDMntiVV-8Qi9DPyRuakbWxXw/s400/hbx-decorating-Berger-6-0709-xlg-27581010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240086059539394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_CW9devR2JDE_alns-8v_ziBi5NZX7E3aRilq_cM8m81N-kdPyXpD9UH0pk_7reGcmzFK104eXWUlKJRV2J5fEbfepyONj7ixLEzPeQGUrCMeuCiAygj5OB6iO6X5sB0Pbzdib6UtZ0/s1600/hbx-dark-wooden-table-1210-hamel06-de-87080736.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_CW9devR2JDE_alns-8v_ziBi5NZX7E3aRilq_cM8m81N-kdPyXpD9UH0pk_7reGcmzFK104eXWUlKJRV2J5fEbfepyONj7ixLEzPeQGUrCMeuCiAygj5OB6iO6X5sB0Pbzdib6UtZ0/s400/hbx-dark-wooden-table-1210-hamel06-de-87080736.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559240088068475714" /></a>AHHHHH the barstools. And that deliciously HUGE island/prep area/bar area. </div><div>HELP.ME.RHONDA.<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2776122030831105578.post-67535020362419912732011-01-04T21:44:00.002-05:002011-01-04T21:54:09.654-05:00Christmas gifts...Want to see a few of my favorite Christmas gifts??<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9R4K08RhawWt4_U5aP45lvOBgCYRdSoG_VESS3_UqwQE0TAJ1sH_hyphenhyphenMlrzFsL8VKuBVN9eOusfOPnlJuGwiBjijAc3dZBtdYBcX-Y72iGkSeEMnsyueVVSd3AWAI1um4S2b6G3W3NCI/s1600/eagle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9R4K08RhawWt4_U5aP45lvOBgCYRdSoG_VESS3_UqwQE0TAJ1sH_hyphenhyphenMlrzFsL8VKuBVN9eOusfOPnlJuGwiBjijAc3dZBtdYBcX-Y72iGkSeEMnsyueVVSd3AWAI1um4S2b6G3W3NCI/s400/eagle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527864358156626" /></a>I think its safe to put on the internet now since my brother has received his by now. My dad surprised all three of us kids with a framed and matted one of a kind drawing of Tiger, Auburn's beloved Eagle. This year marks the 30th anniversary of having "Tiger" and so this artist's drawing was chosen to commemorate this. Only 3000 of these were sold, so I was beyond excited to receive this. Dad bought these way before our winning streak began because he knew all three of his kids love Auburn University so much and would FLIP when we got these. Mine is now proudly hanging in my house. WAR EAGLE!!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8T-7jGKsl6UjuRksKSINnP9Bd8lIBBmaxj-04E3sRwqrTukrWzdGs7yoRPobjFjyhRnpVDcP7nvMXIefbGAN4J2VkdNarpE1WGTobDHQioma-LCm0PLTGJ_lJlEoEeVtJeHA5QMPnQyg/s1600/uggs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8T-7jGKsl6UjuRksKSINnP9Bd8lIBBmaxj-04E3sRwqrTukrWzdGs7yoRPobjFjyhRnpVDcP7nvMXIefbGAN4J2VkdNarpE1WGTobDHQioma-LCm0PLTGJ_lJlEoEeVtJeHA5QMPnQyg/s400/uggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527858961173938" /></a>Still waiting on these to ship in, but I finally got a replacement pair. My four year old Uggs have just about kicked the bucket.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnk4WE2w_aTBORmzGW34-Kqp2MQU_zPGcg1DVKVC-krw93PzhMVU2xyszwG9Agtv7r_mzNqwbJ6h2orADFXw1wp7JORyIubiXg6TCN6Sig0eZI1bzLVEfUqIynToaMhH83bVzVVu0RD0/s1600/watermelon+knife.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnk4WE2w_aTBORmzGW34-Kqp2MQU_zPGcg1DVKVC-krw93PzhMVU2xyszwG9Agtv7r_mzNqwbJ6h2orADFXw1wp7JORyIubiXg6TCN6Sig0eZI1bzLVEfUqIynToaMhH83bVzVVu0RD0/s400/watermelon+knife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527861415989570" /></a>Because everyone needs a watermelon knife...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECvbAxohLvIDDcMIEfM1tTVGjLUQcnZgbAoGG5Qx0Zmzuh1ot_tNDmwU14DxPavtvYVO5FBonFGNHWiZ7yKltZRI-F5_VDmjjmVFzbMX-hfgLF_X7cSMS-eAAqE0WFTErZR6tIgT8tnw/s1600/tape-measure-300x300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECvbAxohLvIDDcMIEfM1tTVGjLUQcnZgbAoGG5Qx0Zmzuh1ot_tNDmwU14DxPavtvYVO5FBonFGNHWiZ7yKltZRI-F5_VDmjjmVFzbMX-hfgLF_X7cSMS-eAAqE0WFTErZR6tIgT8tnw/s400/tape-measure-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527681591179138" /></a>As well as a tape measurer...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmyTaXheMhoy8hnq-PWynhdadz7QNJrWD2JOTNFvAbMjrPvY2Ui6TjoEeORGq8VfkSDf_sMuBw1BwarzCzkWU8muB8nf5YTPwhaDRt793CtJuhbuiJodBYiIwwwPQy7Wlp_PhRr9dN2c/s1600/moroccan-oil-copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRmyTaXheMhoy8hnq-PWynhdadz7QNJrWD2JOTNFvAbMjrPvY2Ui6TjoEeORGq8VfkSDf_sMuBw1BwarzCzkWU8muB8nf5YTPwhaDRt793CtJuhbuiJodBYiIwwwPQy7Wlp_PhRr9dN2c/s400/moroccan-oil-copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527674814982642" /></a>I was BEYOND pumped when I saw this in my stocking!! This stuff is a miracle worker. That is all I can say about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGOkQTgy8rtIFpJEm3yb8jNRkYxqK0NGKia9l1eg8DWxOJLDjCq9BbP3GgCI81DhGBSb7RgEESG1a3GrRSELxhx-0sK3dnSBA8j2xvMzCKoy5fV-solo4w75oFF0McRNsNPAmFsXzZ4o/s1600/brick+oven.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGOkQTgy8rtIFpJEm3yb8jNRkYxqK0NGKia9l1eg8DWxOJLDjCq9BbP3GgCI81DhGBSb7RgEESG1a3GrRSELxhx-0sK3dnSBA8j2xvMzCKoy5fV-solo4w75oFF0McRNsNPAmFsXzZ4o/s400/brick+oven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527669913913074" /></a>This guy will live in storage until I have a bigger kitchen. Mom swears they're all the rage. I don't know the first thing about brick ovens, so any of you who do, send me your feedback.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZg1Nymn4JMI4l5plOpwVCaqkVgYGNlBTWFAnyYBNgv5Pdb5fF9AdlqcCZmwYv3qY7YWmx8Imi4aX4FQ3soRjcIBzGJGk_rhJ8v50DuwNqY6SQQnu6q3NWhh-AlR7DvmeDRV1r17wYH0/s1600/Keurig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZg1Nymn4JMI4l5plOpwVCaqkVgYGNlBTWFAnyYBNgv5Pdb5fF9AdlqcCZmwYv3qY7YWmx8Imi4aX4FQ3soRjcIBzGJGk_rhJ8v50DuwNqY6SQQnu6q3NWhh-AlR7DvmeDRV1r17wYH0/s400/Keurig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558527673508727522" /></a>And last but not least a programmable Keurig. Still learning how to do this. I know very sad. I bought the K cup that you can put your own coffee in because I am a Dunkin Donuts FREAK!!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/61/60F3E032DEF7F3730BB3F430EECE843F.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Pink Flamingo Stylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05471032259147604289noreply@blogger.com0