<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985</id><updated>2011-10-11T04:31:07.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Prissy Pants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-1003369278941027884</id><published>2011-04-03T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:21:50.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I need help with my homework. Please choose a value (or 2 or even 10) and tell me how it is taught in school directly and/or indirectly. I need input, people!! Democratic Values 1. Life (A person's right to life can't be violated except if your life or the lives of others is threatened.) 2. Liberty (This includes personal freedom, political freedom, and economic freedom. This is the freedom for people to gather in groups. They have their own beliefs, ideas and opinions. People also have the right to express their opinions in public. 3. Personal Freedom - the right to think and act without government control. 4. Political Freedom - the right to participate in political process. Economic Freedom - the right to buy, sell and trade private property and the right to employment without the government interferring) 5. Pursuit of Happiness (As long as you don't interfere with others you have the right to seek happiness in your own way.) 6. Common Good (Working together for the welfare of the community or the benefit of all.) 7. Justice - (All people should be treated fairly in both the benefits and the obligations of society. No individual or group should be favored over another person or group.) 8. Equality 9. Diversity 10. Truth 11.Popular Sovereinty - (The power of the government comes from the people. The people are the ultimate authority over the government.) 12. Patriotism Humanist Values 1. Individual humans are the ultimate source of morals, values, purposes, and meanings. Humans have the absolute capacity to understand their material reality and shape their material destiny. 2. Humans are responsible only to themselves; no deity will help or save us. The philosophy of naturalism--that what is studied by science is all that there is--best describes the universe; we have no knowledge of the supernatural and cannot rely on it. Free inquiry must not be infringed, and truth never suppressed. True equality should exist between men and women and between humans of different classes, races, and nationalities. All humans should have complete freedom of conscience and freedom from coercion of belief. Democracy should be established in all areas of public life. Human associations and institutions should act out of concern for collective humanity--for the human species--and not solely to further the ends of a specific nation, state, religion, or idealology &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christian Values 1. Worship 1 God only 2. Respect all people 3. Lead a moral life 4. be honest 5. be humble 6. be generous with time and money 7. practice what you preach 8. don't hold a grudge 9. forgive others 10. don't be self-righteous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-1003369278941027884?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1003369278941027884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/04/homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1003369278941027884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1003369278941027884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/04/homework.html' title='homework'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-959370721752330520</id><published>2011-02-26T19:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:10:22.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN'T WAIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.magicalkingdoms.com/timers/tickers/ljjbsbk1gg8jls8p.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.magicalkingdoms.com/timers/tickers/ljjbsbk1gg8jls8p.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicalkingdoms.com/timers/tickers/ljjbsbk1gg8jls8p.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to DISNEY for CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-959370721752330520?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/959370721752330520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/959370721752330520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/959370721752330520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-wait.html' title='CAN&apos;T WAIT'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4011526259215107086</id><published>2011-01-17T07:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:02:02.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So today was my Monday.  It wasn't half bad.  Glad to be home though!  I'm about to cook some chinese, and settle in for an evening of "How I Met Your Mother" with the hubby.  Happy Tuesday!  Oh...and check out what I am entering today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.157728887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_570xN.157728887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A necklace from&lt;a href="http://swellswag.blogspot.com/2011/01/sea-of-jewels-discount-giveaway.html"&gt; Swell Swag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabulouswon.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/bronson_bronsontall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fabulouswon.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/bronson_bronsontall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoes from &lt;a href="http://www.fabulouswon.com/2011/01/10/barefoot-tess-giveawaydiscount/"&gt;Fabulous Won&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/pearl-paradise-bracelet-300x138.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/pearl-paradise-bracelet-300x138.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A BEAUTIFUL Bracelet from &lt;a href="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/?p=14702"&gt;Sweeps4Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TS47qxRrCRg/TTPJZFkJLLI/AAAAAAAAGTA/dnWbw1tly7s/s1600/silhouette-SD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TS47qxRrCRg/TTPJZFkJLLI/AAAAAAAAGTA/dnWbw1tly7s/s1600/silhouette-SD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An awesome crafting tool from &lt;a href="http://diaryofacraftaholic.blogspot.com/2011/01/headboard-makeover-and-chance-to-win.html"&gt;Craftaholics Anonymous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.anniescostumes.com/fw5087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.anniescostumes.com/fw5087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Cupid Costume from &lt;a href="http://momstart.com/2011/01/happy-valentines-day-50-00-gift-card-giveaway/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Momstart+%28MomStart%29"&gt;MomStart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z0aVQuQaSI/TS8gUg1qJAI/AAAAAAAAF-o/Vu6du-hBQqQ/s640/il_570xN.160726225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Z0aVQuQaSI/TS8gUg1qJAI/AAAAAAAAF-o/Vu6du-hBQqQ/s640/il_570xN.160726225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something adorable from &lt;a href="http://etsyfix.blogspot.com/2011/01/apple-ivy-giveaway.html"&gt;A Little Etsy Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money from &lt;a href="http://dearcrissy.com/winter-follower-giveaway-tour/"&gt;Dear Crissy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4011526259215107086?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4011526259215107086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesdays-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4011526259215107086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4011526259215107086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesdays-gray.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s Gray'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TS47qxRrCRg/TTPJZFkJLLI/AAAAAAAAGTA/dnWbw1tly7s/s72-c/silhouette-SD.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7949850126016655357</id><published>2011-01-16T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:31:18.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is an icky day today.  It has been raining hardcore since sometime last night.  I did venture out earlier and snag some awesome boots for $30 at Stage (the ONLY clothing store we have in this town.)  I also picked up some movies: Salt, Easy A, and Diary of a Wimpy Kid.  I spent several hours working on hats and almost got motivated enough to make some fabric flowers.  Now I am sitting around entering MORE giveaways when I should REALLY be working on my Quantative Article Critic.  Who wants to spend the day doing that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqc41v89Fgs/TCXjCLsB90I/AAAAAAAAAGc/s09B1jFGP-k/s400/csn-stores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqc41v89Fgs/TCXjCLsB90I/AAAAAAAAAGc/s09B1jFGP-k/s400/csn-stores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; $65 to CSN Stores from &lt;a href="http://mommasaiddayslikethese.blogspot.com/2011/01/34-65-csn-stores-giveaway.html"&gt;Momma Told Me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H27XUoFdBJU/TS8Pnl-MCOI/AAAAAAAAEoI/9NWtylZhKHE/s200/stm_9227X_blk_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H27XUoFdBJU/TS8Pnl-MCOI/AAAAAAAAEoI/9NWtylZhKHE/s200/stm_9227X_blk_240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lingerie from Confessions of an &lt;a href="http://confessionsofanover-workedmom.blogspot.com/2011/01/win-lingerie-at-jada-michaels-save-30.html"&gt;Overworked Mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommieswithcents.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/nancy-245x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mommieswithcents.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/nancy-245x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fancy Nancy Set from &lt;a href="http://www.mommieswithcents.com/2011/01/fancy-nancy-the-fabulous-fashion-boutique-review-giveaway.html"&gt;Mommie with Cents.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourcrazyboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/bag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ourcrazyboys.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/bag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Insulated tote and key fob from &lt;a href="http://ourcrazyboys.com/2010/12/22/kellys-thirty-one-gifts-a-giveaway/"&gt;Our Crazy Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:0ye-Wzq8GclPCM:"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:0ye-Wzq8GclPCM:" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; $50 gift card to Macy's from &lt;a href="http://shopwithmemama.com/2011/01/the-macys-million-dollar-makeover-with-clinton-kelly-50-macys-gc-giveaway"&gt;Shop With Me Mama.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=539609"&gt;The Mom Reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corsocomoshoes.com/product_images/q/134/Fabulous_305_Front_Right__89568_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.corsocomoshoes.com/product_images/q/134/Fabulous_305_Front_Right__89568_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shoes from &lt;a href="http://mommasaiddayslikethese.blogspot.com/2011/01/16-corso-como-delicious-pumps-review.html"&gt;Momma Told Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7949850126016655357?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7949850126016655357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/65-to-csn-stores-from-momma-told-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7949850126016655357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7949850126016655357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/65-to-csn-stores-from-momma-told-me.html' title='Rainy Sunday'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kqc41v89Fgs/TCXjCLsB90I/AAAAAAAAAGc/s09B1jFGP-k/s72-c/csn-stores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-5524604053473079874</id><published>2011-01-15T15:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:10:10.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday and still trying to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Cm7BBtIdd4A/TSYrCYDWIPI/AAAAAAAAGnE/rfBPYPJbmzw/il_fullxfull.187372412%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Cm7BBtIdd4A/TSYrCYDWIPI/AAAAAAAAGnE/rfBPYPJbmzw/il_fullxfull.187372412%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Necklace from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=539313"&gt;Adori Graphics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartandsexy.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/7/s72025-00243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.smartandsexy.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/7/s72025-00243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lingerie from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=540867"&gt;Mommy Rantings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.withourbest.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Vintage-Pearl-peas-in-a-pod-necklace_thumb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.withourbest.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Vintage-Pearl-peas-in-a-pod-necklace_thumb.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=537722"&gt;With Our Best&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://happydealhappyday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/towel-warmer-300x297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://happydealhappyday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/towel-warmer-300x297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;towel warmer from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=537537"&gt;Happy Deal Happy Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsitmommy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DEM_Wiifob3D_v21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thatsitmommy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/DEM_Wiifob3D_v21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=539165"&gt;thats it Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amypeters.blogs.com/.a/6a00d83445f40553ef0148c79c44f9970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amypeters.blogs.com/.a/6a00d83445f40553ef0148c79c44f9970c-800wi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=541089"&gt;Amy Peters.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=540238"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KHPyf7_jApU/TS9eZlX0GHI/AAAAAAAAGD8/yyDgte6DIN0/s400/Cupcake%2BStand%2BDessert%2BPedestal%2BModern%2BBird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-5524604053473079874?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5524604053473079874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-and-still-trying-to-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/5524604053473079874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/5524604053473079874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-and-still-trying-to-win.html' title='Saturday and still trying to win'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Cm7BBtIdd4A/TSYrCYDWIPI/AAAAAAAAGnE/rfBPYPJbmzw/s72-c/il_fullxfull.187372412%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-1444170817674207978</id><published>2011-01-14T18:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T19:53:38.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Giveaways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eyecandiesblog.com/uploads/3/3/2/8/3328495/1278909.jpg?491"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eyecandiesblog.com/uploads/3/3/2/8/3328495/1278909.jpg?491" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; earrings from &lt;a href="http://www.eyecandiesblog.com/8/post/2011/01/win-your-favorite-jewelry-piece-by-moytoyz.html"&gt;eye candies blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXBsvNLTytQ/TS8Zs-yyloI/AAAAAAAAJkI/vuT5Kfzma40/s320/lovely_charms_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXBsvNLTytQ/TS8Zs-yyloI/AAAAAAAAJkI/vuT5Kfzma40/s320/lovely_charms_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An Initial Charm from the adorable Summer at&lt;a href="http://www.bisforbrownie.com/2011/01/stella-dot-and-coffee-surprise-giveaway.html"&gt; B is for Brown.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alisamichelle.com/Flash_Cart/NewProducts/scaled/HL98S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 440px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.alisamichelle.com/Flash_Cart/NewProducts/scaled/HL98S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bracelet from &lt;a href="http://http//thegiveawaydiva.blogspot.com/2011/01/falling-in-love-with-alisa-michelle.html"&gt;The Giveaway Diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amomsimpression.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/giftcard_b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amomsimpression.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/giftcard_b.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;giftcard from a &lt;a href="http://amomsimpression.com/2011/01/12/prilosec-25-gift-card-offer-and-a-100-amex-giveaway/"&gt;Mom's Impression.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennsegal.typepad.com/.a/6a0115721bb963970b0148c7554306970c-450wi"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://jennsegal.typepad.com/.a/6a0115721bb963970b0148c7554306970c-450wi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-1444170817674207978?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1444170817674207978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-giveaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1444170817674207978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1444170817674207978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/friday-giveaways.html' title='Friday Giveaways'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jXBsvNLTytQ/TS8Zs-yyloI/AAAAAAAAJkI/vuT5Kfzma40/s72-c/lovely_charms_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-626416194718599334</id><published>2011-01-11T17:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T20:11:46.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Oprah and Giveaways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to go back to work today after being out for a "snow" day. Really it was just icy slush. I cam home and submitted a homework assignment for my master's course. While working on it I watched Oprah. Let my give you a re-cap. These people were in a wreck and their 3 children (1 boy and 2 girls) were killed. A year to the day that the kids were killed, the lady gave birth to triplets (1 boy and 2 girls!) That gives me chills! Anyway...now I am entering more giveaways! &lt;a href="http://www.crazydogtshirts.com/catalog/DuckDuck-F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 510px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.crazydogtshirts.com/catalog/DuckDuck-F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Awesome shirt from &lt;a href="http://justagirl-ash.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-get-comfy-crazy-dog-t-shirts.html"&gt;Life is Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF3xPK5bdqE/TSc4DcDAP5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HA-udZqyaP0/s320/Oxidized+silver+chain+with+faceted+pyrite+and+smoky+quartz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF3xPK5bdqE/TSc4DcDAP5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HA-udZqyaP0/s320/Oxidized+silver+chain+with+faceted+pyrite+and+smoky+quartz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely necklace from &lt;a href="http://blog.amariastudio.com/2011/01/january-giveaway.html"&gt;amaria studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hRFErPwXH4c/TSvQHkNBWsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hDbUcirigCM/silver_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_hRFErPwXH4c/TSvQHkNBWsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hDbUcirigCM/silver_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An adorable clutch from &lt;a href="http://etsyfix.blogspot.com/2011/01/amsie-giveaway.html?showComment=1294794345461_AIe9_BFvMp-zciH4Wp0iflDWFSYTi321vy1PJe3lH7RawmHhjpgvJxeOUz2EmAhhFPyOt6xPYeEYUbduX6VZ0T1cqPgXyRWzYWhD8HidqP_JzhikhWtxiz8dkX-EnMCUw2OXPegKLfEurAiNLI-mrRc31S2oTeGYqRFkwxxMVktE3KQz9Gm7mrBYq-kXWwrCe28dQO7PhTuyyvsZ7hxQYA23A3N_A6PQ0G0C2TjeQmYVGVdxNkoztAOYxoD_bIKcrryXyHsaI39sgGLbrmGUR6tKvs0bS4nZClfBCmAm93K6XHoxpwgWRWNWStkLrSVJKs6FxHT_Um6BSI8nQbbzg4hmHsM-esznkep7okl8ruu_0zXJ1GAEMFcoIWJCEc4KmuxGCGChUVB3SoT6vWnt50v9IW0bhbtFkY4NCRIBocoRRqzK0qrXnRBufcMVzObuGhsJVDKxrVhjiQrtAXqLlxKWuMyz0fbene2JXuuoMNwsR7BX-JXUzNF5ogtygpMpPON0Qqb8VNkoYh4cKZyspfmIQScjqz7zAW4uZBocGQgP0rbSakld8QnzyKtcTwV8gy7nti8gDMlQoJPJ6t84id64SCzwMOu-bmDkNPM1VW7N8oMsJr_6lkGQsr8bK-ROEItIy19zAUpIsEQB-QTmx2IbPYtaIVYa_FTEvtKYDWaOFKq6XLD2mNxM5nPDRwewj_f18c_NMJIid2ebMV2F3UVvClEX7cnBeA#c1983524473904565679"&gt;A Little Etsy Love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/clip_image002_thumb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/clip_image002_thumb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely photo from &lt;a href="http://momstart.com/2011/01/hi-there-press-signature-framed-canvases-review-and-giveaway/comment-page-1/#comment-290049"&gt;momstart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o01WqFCMyo4/TSOq-CxvtSI/AAAAAAAADCI/wnT0a2jwcUA/s320/GoBarefoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o01WqFCMyo4/TSOq-CxvtSI/AAAAAAAADCI/wnT0a2jwcUA/s320/GoBarefoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This lovely charm from the &lt;a href="http://freebiefairy.blogspot.com/2011/01/giveaway-review-go-barefoot-be-carefree.html#comment-form"&gt;freebie fairy. &lt;/a&gt;  made by &lt;a href="https://www.jewelkade.com/natalie"&gt;https://www.jewelkade.com/natalie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will probably enter more tomorrow. I am determined to win SOMETHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-626416194718599334?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/626416194718599334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-oprah-and-giveaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/626416194718599334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/626416194718599334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-oprah-and-giveaways.html' title='Sad Oprah and Giveaways'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hF3xPK5bdqE/TSc4DcDAP5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HA-udZqyaP0/s72-c/Oxidized+silver+chain+with+faceted+pyrite+and+smoky+quartz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-9021106323109662117</id><published>2011-01-10T08:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:23:27.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Givewaways</title><content type='html'>So...I am just too busy to actually keep up with a blog. However, I am not going to beat myself up over it anymore. Occassionally I have time to read other blogs and I especially love the giveaways! Who doesn't like to win, right? So..here are some things I am trying to win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tipjunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 610px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tipjunkie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://freestuff.tipjunkie.com/go/?id=530618"&gt;Tip Junkie&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a custom necklace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wRdHvTomdL4/TSP4Ys4YjbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qy0Cve96vdo/s400/Wish+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wRdHvTomdL4/TSP4Ys4YjbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qy0Cve96vdo/s400/Wish+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful necklace from &lt;a href="http://thevintagechain.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-giveaway.html"&gt;The Vintage Chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/KYLIE_BROWN_a_f3q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/KYLIE_BROWN_a_f3q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygiveawaytoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/KitchenSeries-803x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shoedazzle credit from &lt;a href="http://sweeps4bloggers.com/?p=14425"&gt;Sweeps4bloggers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/In-Kind_Contest_GroupShot-2010_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/In-Kind_Contest_GroupShot-2010_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am trying to win this beauty from &lt;a href="http://momstart.com/2011/01/in-kind-hair-care-facial-care-hand-care-and-body-care-made-from-natural-ingredients-giveaway/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Momstart+%28MomStart%29"&gt;momstart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A $35 gift card to STARBUCKS!! MMM! from &lt;a href="http://raenbowsandmudpuddles.blogspot.com/2011/01/35-starbucks-gift-card-giveaway.html#comment-form"&gt;raenbows and mudpuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/In-Kind_Contest_GroupShot-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-9021106323109662117?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/9021106323109662117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/givewaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9021106323109662117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9021106323109662117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2011/01/givewaways.html' title='Givewaways'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wRdHvTomdL4/TSP4Ys4YjbI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qy0Cve96vdo/s72-c/Wish+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7895820655447218912</id><published>2010-10-13T16:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:45:18.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>Hello!  So..I can't believe my last post was in April!  Have you missed me?  I have been a busy, busy girl. Since April:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paid off the IRS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a relaxing summer vacation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joined a new church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signed up for my first craft fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost a FEW pounds (now hovering around 157)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a new group of first graders (LOVING THIS GROUP!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Signed up for grad school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7895820655447218912?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7895820655447218912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7895820655447218912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7895820655447218912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-6571093677525505519</id><published>2010-04-19T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:14:54.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last week has been crazy. Last Tues. my uncle died. So last week all plans went out the window and everything was dropped in order for me to spend time with my grieving family. He and I weren't close so I am fine, but I would love you to keep my grandma in your prayers. She found her grandson dead 4 years ago and she was also the one to discover her son. No 73 year old should have to deal with all she deals with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like everyone to pray for my cousin. It was her dad that died and unfortunately for her she is married to the most selfish CHILD I have ever met. He has been treating her like shit when she really needs to be handled with care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was crazy because my cousin's car broke down in the ghetto in a nearby town while we were shopping. Did I mention it was dusk? So we had to move it to a well lit area and go back to it Sunday. Poor thing had to pay $389 to fix her car the week her dad dies and her husband (who just spent $300 on P90X) yelled at her for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were out of town Sunday mom, Sam (my cousin) and I did our grocery shopping there. I am sure we looked like the Beverly Hillbillys go to town. Now that I know what a real grocery store is like I will never be able to go to my local one again. There were all kinds of healthy choices with the food, TONS of produce (some already seasoned) and the LARGEST meat section I have ever seen. It actually inspired me to cook. I pought some delicious looking pork chops which are cooking now. Anyway, I was running all over the store and announcing loudly 'THIS IS JUST LIKE ON TV!" "I'VE HEARD OF THESE, BUT NEVER SEEN THEM!" "FAT-FREE PANCAKES!?! WHO KNEW THERE WAS SUCH A THING?'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.imgsrv.worldstart.com/store/images/beverly-hillbillies-4-episodes-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been a bad day. I had to deal with a dumb bitch of a parent. Her daughter (who is failing 1st grade because she doesn't know how to read or add, but whose hair is always in tidy little braids) was sleeping in class all morning. This wasn't the first time this had happened. The girl kept sleeping and I kept waking her up. Finally I told her "Go call your mom. I want you to tell her you have slept all morning and see if she approves of this kind of behavior." Well the girl starts crying cause she KNOWS mom will not approve. After she gets off the phone she does better. I think the situation is over until I get a call from her mom. She wants to know exactly what was going on. I tell her. The bitch immediately gets a defensive attitude and says "I don't know what kind of a person you think I am but of COURSE I don't approve of her sleeping in class!" I try to explain that I knew she didn't and that was the whole point. "DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!" she replies. I really hate stupid ignorant people.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://roma.theoffside.com/files/2009/07/stupid-people-shut-up-c117515861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-6571093677525505519?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6571093677525505519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6571093677525505519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6571093677525505519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-post.html' title='Long Post'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-6540084956857882118</id><published>2010-04-13T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:48:46.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post</title><content type='html'>My VERA BRADLEY CAME!!!  Hooray!  It got her super fast.  I can't wait to match her with a cute summer dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alli update:  Today is Day 4 on Alli and I have gained back the 2 pounds I had lost.  PLUS my stomach is HUGE and bloated and I feel gross.  I THOUGHT Alli was supposed to make you poop, not constipate you?  I am praying this evens itself out soon.  I didn't pay all this money to GAIN weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-6540084956857882118?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6540084956857882118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6540084956857882118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6540084956857882118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-post.html' title='Short Post'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-3604304474056153693</id><published>2010-04-11T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:35:39.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be Skinny Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can some people get offended by the term "Skinny bitch?" Of course, I have never been called one. I have been CLOSE to skinny of course..in the way that sometimes happens where you don'e REALIZE you are skinny until LATER. 20 pounds later when you look back at old pictures and say "Gosh! I was so skinny! Why didn't I know it then?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459057036885280738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S8J3c6Qkx-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/38tZUHp9sdA/s320/skinny+me.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Me in college 5 years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I began working out in January at Curves. I began weight watchers in March. By my wedding day on Dec. 12, I had lost 12 pounds. An ENTIRE YEAR of diet and exercise and I had lost 12 pounds. I weighed 148. I looked good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the honeymoon and Christmas, and a new marriage to a man who enjoys his ice cream. I went up to 156. Ok..I could handle that. Then I got sick and the doctor put me on prednisone. Hello 162. WITHIN A WEEK!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..I joined the gym. I cut back on my food. I dropped to 160 and stayed there! Day after Day. Week after week. So I decided to try Alli. I was afraid becuase I had heard that you could poop on yourself if you ate too much. That would be pretty embarrassing. How would I explain that to my first graders? Well, I decided to try it anyway. I started it Friday night and as of this morning I had already lost 1.6 pounds! ANNNNDDDD I haven't had any poop problems at all. Fingers crossed that it keeps going smoothly. I am ready for the pounds to drop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.walgreens.com/dbimagecache/35310046700_220x220_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-3604304474056153693?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3604304474056153693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/soon-to-be-skinny-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3604304474056153693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3604304474056153693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/soon-to-be-skinny-bitch.html' title='Soon to be Skinny Bitch'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S8J3c6Qkx-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/38tZUHp9sdA/s72-c/skinny+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4961484450809526662</id><published>2010-04-10T09:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:40:42.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway Saturday</title><content type='html'>So my new ritual on Saturdays is to enter as many giveaways as I can in hopes of someday being a winner. I DID win once. Here are some things I am trying to get:&lt;br /&gt;(Click on photos for links to giveaways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allchildrensfurniture.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://common1.csnimages.com/lf/1/hash/5792/2042526/1/Patch-Products-Organization-Center-Wall-Pocket-Chart.jpg" border="0" /&gt; All Children's Furniture &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stitchesbyapril.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-bottle-give-away.html#comment-form"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhyIrCWDUo0/S7p5VYDCoyI/AAAAAAAAACg/egW-nnWE9bQ/s320/17-oz-waterbottle-group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thanksmailcarrier.com/2010/03/review-giveaway-delta-faucet-company.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://classiclyamber.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Favs-1-Collage.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZVl3g4WfT_M/S6jKmVkacuI/AAAAAAAADCQ/3DptmuF9a50/s400/delta+kitchen+and+bathroom+faucets+and+showerhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4961484450809526662?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4961484450809526662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/giveaway-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4961484450809526662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4961484450809526662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/giveaway-saturday.html' title='Giveaway Saturday'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dhyIrCWDUo0/S7p5VYDCoyI/AAAAAAAAACg/egW-nnWE9bQ/s72-c/17-oz-waterbottle-group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4874450914715422317</id><published>2010-04-09T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:52:02.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vera Bradley Was Calling Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While we were in Dallas I saw the most beautiful Vera Bradley purse. I really wanted it, but I am cheap and didn't want to pay $80 retail plus tax. Michael tried to get me to buy it, but I just couldn't. Well the purse has visited me in my dreams every night. When I close my neyes I see the beautiful white with the colorful flowers. It speaks "Buy me! I am PERFECT for summer!" I tried to ignore it's call. "No! We just had an expensive vacation! We are broke! I am supposed to be saving! I already have a purse!" Vera argues "Yes, an ugly FALL purse! I am a SUMMER purse. Also, you get a bonus in May. Buy me now, pay for me later!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know..Vera makes a good point. However, $80 is still more than I can stand to spend. Luckily there is a wonderful website called EBAY! I just bought Vera for $50 with free shipping. I should have her around the middle of next week! I am so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/VeraBradley/11044422?" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4874450914715422317?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4874450914715422317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/vera-bradley-was-calling-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4874450914715422317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4874450914715422317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/vera-bradley-was-calling-me.html' title='The Vera Bradley Was Calling Me'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8500351896472629738</id><published>2010-04-07T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T19:52:32.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Review, Blizzards, and More</title><content type='html'>So..My husband and I went on a "romantic" Easter getaway to Dallas.  However..things suddenly became not-so-romantic when Aunt Flo decided to pop in for a visit when she wasn't scheduled to visit for another 2 weeks!  Boo for her bad manners!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still had fun.  I will post pics..but not right now cause I am being lazy and indulging my inner fat-so with a Strawberry Cheesequake Blizzard.  Any-hoodle..back to Dallas.  Here is a breakdown of what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medieval Times.  It was interesting, but not something I would do again until I have children to enjoy it with.  Kinda cheesy and the food was B-L-A-N-D.  I am glad we didn't pay full price for tickets or I would have been pissed off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Light shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch at The Cheescake Factory -yummy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave and Buster's - fun, but not what we expected&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Train your Dragon in IMAX 3D - BEST thing we did the whole trip!  We don't have an Imax close to where we live so this was our first time..and it was AMAZING!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dallas Zoo - boring!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat around and bitched cause everything was closed for Easter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clash of the Titans - regalur ole 2d experience - okay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grapevine Mills Mall -Best Mall I have EVER been to!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch at Rainforest Cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So all-in-all it was a good trip.  Woulda been better without unwanted visitors..just sayin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent way too much money and ate way too much food.  Saturday I am starting Alli!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna finish my Blizzard now.  Tomorrow I will tell you about the little weird-o in my class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8500351896472629738?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8500351896472629738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/dallas-review-blizzards-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8500351896472629738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8500351896472629738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/04/dallas-review-blizzards-and-more.html' title='Dallas Review, Blizzards, and More'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-6915522553098178023</id><published>2010-03-27T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:59:21.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Peanut and milk glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a fabulous day today with the sister-in-law. If you had told me 2 years ago that one day she and I would go shopping on our own and enjoy each other's company, I would have laughed for days. Seriously. Today was the FIRST time she and I have EVER done anything alone and I have been with her brother for over 5 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway..she was in town and my husband was at work. So she called and wanted to know if I would go to some little flower/antique sale in a nearby town. Well after we went there we decided we MUST go to an antique store. Then, we ate lunch, she hung a wall decal for me, and then 8 hours later we went to dinner with my husband. It has been a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453512154154900914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S67EaQatnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MEVP_xIegLk/s320/DSC08929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mr. Peanut. I like him because he is cute, and also REALLY heavy. What I don't like is that someone PAINTED him..boo on that...but it isn't poor Mr. Peanut's fault.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453512596646661474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S67E0A0-DWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oN06cLN6ZQM/s320/DSC08930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Milk Glass pitcher. I plan to clean it and put Hydrangeas in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I WANT these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.containerstore.com/search/result.htm?showDS=true&amp;amp;Ntt=stockholm+dvd+box"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.containerstore.com/images/catalog/116562/StockholmCDBoxesAll_x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(DVD storage boxes $12.99 each)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope everyone is having a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-6915522553098178023?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6915522553098178023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-peanut-and-milk-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6915522553098178023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6915522553098178023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-peanut-and-milk-glass.html' title='Mr Peanut and milk glass'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S67EaQatnbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MEVP_xIegLk/s72-c/DSC08929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-9032370313401655752</id><published>2010-03-26T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:50:23.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day I will get Lucky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some more giveaways I have entered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://momstart.com/2010/03/disney-easter-basket-giveaway/comment-page-20/#comment-157954"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://momstart.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/K0096055c_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letsjustgiveitaway.com/2010/03/mad-by-design-handbag-review-and.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c5PkvlTi_g/S6U1R2lCQwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GtVCJYEkCkM/s320/6522dlow_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thismamablogrocks.blogspot.com/2010/03/shabby-apple-giveaway.html?showComment=1269650074318_AIe9_BEGM_uwJtLNL0KdXPoHmtY-aGNE6DnXXllXg6fWNw4byee4ds_yiMJiWbMMUip5SlcHcWFdSv90GwTUD7VbufpnQOFXMYmG2Abfwpj8x44ww1UO7BY-LG7vVSGK-BNyy6uwWvrTohGXWOgw-DhOQtYexISqNrIMS702lsa9gCDpIPxyiM5kiBwuJSbQHRgngvU8WWtvpZYctWAD4ADE6vbDe9m8xD_XhCL89YRv9mCFMpZWHBQ#c5176217121751213339"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_dr_Wzn3eaOA/S51cKGRBkmI/AAAAAAAACQ4/gcYcho_7560/s1600/shabbyappledaisy13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chilibos.blogspot.com/2010/03/giveaway-and-review.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ryiY--iRzzI/S6l2CF1BmFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/qBWXYkiOhRw/s320/March+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-9032370313401655752?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/9032370313401655752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-i-will-get-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9032370313401655752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9032370313401655752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-i-will-get-lucky.html' title='One Day I will get Lucky.'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3c5PkvlTi_g/S6U1R2lCQwI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GtVCJYEkCkM/s72-c/6522dlow_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8345092833453039553</id><published>2010-03-25T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:39:35.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a bad day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So..I had a crappy day. Some days are like that. I love my job 50% of the time and absolutely HATE my job 50% of the time. But....focusing on the negative only makes people more unhappy (I am reading the Happiness Project.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So..to make me feel better...I have been going thorugh home decorating magazines. They make me smile even though I can't afford these things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.velocityartanddesign.com/grobal-baby-pr-20405.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.velocityartanddesign.com/images/P/BabyFamily1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;($15 Herb planters)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brizo.com/kitchen/talo/bar-prep/64903LF-RB.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imageserve.deltafaucet.com/is/image/DeltaDynamicWeb/canvas.tif?anchorN=0,0&amp;amp;layer=20&amp;amp;originN=0,0&amp;amp;src=DeltaDynamicWeb/base1/64903LF-RB-B1.tif&amp;amp;sizeN=.9,.9&amp;amp;layer=comp&amp;amp;op_usm=1,1,0,0&amp;amp;fmt=jpeg,rgb&amp;amp;maskUse=invert&amp;amp;bgc=255,255,255&amp;amp;wid=460&amp;amp;hei=352&amp;amp;qlt=80" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;($770 smart touch with pull down water sprayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Here is where I TRIED to add a paint swatch, but it wouldn't work. So I will just say that I want the paint color Delano Waters from Benjamin Moore. #766 If you want to see it, check out the website.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homedecorators.com/P/French_Country_36W_Computer_Desk_with_Casters/210/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.homedecorators.com/images/items/detail/m0099210420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(I actually want 2 of these.  In Better Homes and Gardens &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they use it as a bedside table and it is terribly cute!  $209)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;More to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that make me happy lately: American Pickers, our upcoming trip to Dallas, and Springtime weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me not only smile, but actually laugh out loud?  My silly husband.&lt;br /&gt;I was telling him a ridiculous story one of my first graders made up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So Darreus says "Mrs. G, I used to have a cat." and I said "Oh, isn't that nice?" and he said "Yeah, but one day I was walking him in the park and a man ran up to us and cut him into little pieces!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "Who takes cats for awalk in the park?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8345092833453039553?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8345092833453039553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8345092833453039553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8345092833453039553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/had-bad-day.html' title='Had a bad day..'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8600873821727315153</id><published>2010-03-21T14:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:19:40.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bag Lady Papers</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading this little number:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hilsingermendelson.com/images/campaigns/web_180_display.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It is a true story about how Alexandra Penney lost all of her retirement and savings in the Bernard Madoff scandal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read this in a 24 hour period and it made me feel better about my financial situation. I am sure I have mentioned this several times on this blog, but in case you have failed to realize...I am BROKE. Mostly due to my&lt;strike&gt; idiot&lt;/strike&gt; adorable husband. Anyway..it put things in perspective. Money will come and money will go but the good news is you can always earn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8600873821727315153?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8600873821727315153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/bag-lady-papers-and-other-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8600873821727315153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8600873821727315153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/bag-lady-papers-and-other-books.html' title='The Bag Lady Papers'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-1632888766605201481</id><published>2010-03-20T15:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:10:11.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contests galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here are some things I have entered to win. I sure hope I get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://meandmyinsanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHwl7C3OT3Y/S6EGSNffmsI/AAAAAAAAHjo/LSBoJweerHA/s400/MRScoopBlack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybm116zQyA8/S6GDUvKSa0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/07ZdKQzw-ao/s1600/gift%2Bcertificate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahbrownsfavoritethings.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jr91KWBtJP4/S5lNRzIghQI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ixsgEW1TwNQ/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://samplervillage.blogspot.com/2010/03/giveaway-blue-rose-candle-co-candles.html?showComment=1269122073895_AIe9_BG6NfyUiyMrIaSkkEXKZxLljNVhTh67qiFlX-rgg5NiQK7FgLM41Eoe-fHXcLEhzrJki4k6hm2BGvM27Fy1hNSBSP2s1NHikBWZONcp4zQs1IbLKLm_R2KqUal8t2WKQ3fQ--ZEc6c1u_xIfbpL6Tlqa77p1qPZ7kXnux3YCNfloxybh7OSAmjuowLHl37TxvonusKA2O5DVOL6YxCFsw6dD7IZsI3dsnvOnFBnGgSK2hcTveip3Ot7L0n3iQJLHfLTzTac#c5406208286732397722"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g34/traciporczynski/AT-Thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://thistlecovefarm.blogspot.com/2010/03/chefs-choice-belgian-waffle-iron.html"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_350oHVGYLGU/S55tZwqPJ7I/AAAAAAAACn4/QaPc6Xn-1M0/s320/International%2BWafflePro%2BTaste%2B_Texture%2BSelect%2BClassic%2BBelgian%2BWaffle%2BDesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-1632888766605201481?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1632888766605201481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-are-some-things-i-have-entered-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1632888766605201481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1632888766605201481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-are-some-things-i-have-entered-to.html' title='Contests galore!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LHwl7C3OT3Y/S6EGSNffmsI/AAAAAAAAHjo/LSBoJweerHA/s72-c/MRScoopBlack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7758929261800828390</id><published>2010-03-19T15:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:25:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope I win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just entered a &lt;a href="http://kbhawkins00.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-choice-giveaway.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt;. I really hope I win this awesome ice cream maker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6NZxW9gpXM/S6I41I7CiWI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/eQWlmyDkiyo/s400/Deluxe%2BDouble%2BTreat%2BIce%2BCream%2BMaker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7758929261800828390?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7758929261800828390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hope-i-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7758929261800828390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7758929261800828390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hope-i-win.html' title='I hope I win!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z6NZxW9gpXM/S6I41I7CiWI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/eQWlmyDkiyo/s72-c/Deluxe%2BDouble%2BTreat%2BIce%2BCream%2BMaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4908877427538540732</id><published>2010-03-19T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:12:00.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe...blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I WANTED for lunch yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.aduckinherpond.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mcdonalds-ice-crea-299x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I ate for lunch yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thisteensweightlossplan.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/turkeysandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I WANTED to do yesterday afternoon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hardin.k12.ky.us/jhhs/jhhslmc/reading_tent.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I did yesterday afternoon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.swfwmd.state.fl.us/conservation/outdoors/mowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I WANTED to do this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 457px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://carlmichaelsalon.com/images/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I did this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/08/08/0804_cheap/image/22-pay-bills-online-sa_136a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/08/08/0804_cheap/image/22-pay-bills-online-sa_136a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (except I had tears in my eyes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes life is no fun at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy news:  I have lost 2.5 pounds and my jeans fit again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sad news: We are BROKE.  Like really BROKE.  As in NO MONEY.  I am going to take a Xanax now.  Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4908877427538540732?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4908877427538540732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifeblah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4908877427538540732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4908877427538540732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifeblah.html' title='LIfe...blah...'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4508681750322873045</id><published>2010-03-18T09:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:29:55.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Spring!</title><content type='html'>So..I have been m.i.a. for a while.  I appologize.  I have had the cold from HELL.  Seriously...I think I have been sick since January.  I am soo excited to see the beginning of Spring.  Goodbye Cold weather and ugly sweaters and sweater dresses that don't fit my curvy body.  Hello sunshine, flip-flops, and tank tops, and tans.  I LOVE spring and summer.  I would love it more if I wasn't such a fatty right now.  I worked out for a whole YEAR to lose 10 pounds and then they came back within a week!  All of a sudden my cute clothes wouldn't fit anymore.  I have been dieting and working out like crazy, but those pounds are putting up a fight!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yesterday I took advantage of the warm weather and decided to clean my front yard.  I took some before and after pictures to share with you because I am so proud of my progress.  The yard isn't really beautiful yet..but it is clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4Vb8ye1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xNsW28vg0ag/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4Vb8ye1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xNsW28vg0ag/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980440002853714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4gO-PkXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I0XNqXoIpoc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4gO-PkXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/I0XNqXoIpoc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980625497854322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4oupdcRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dJgaPxw4N9k/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4oupdcRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/dJgaPxw4N9k/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980771439571218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4508681750322873045?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4508681750322873045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4508681750322873045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4508681750322873045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-spring.html' title='Welcome Spring!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S6I4Vb8ye1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/xNsW28vg0ag/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4724238198674738963</id><published>2010-02-27T16:32:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T18:17:24.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A-B-C's of Steph-a-nie</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally stole this from &lt;a href="http://perfectlyimperfectjenn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:WoA8jQGgyeavSM:http://parrotts.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/dsc01181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/queen/kamy_30/queenofhearts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i977.photobucket.com/albums/ae253/kamy_30/queenofhearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: Just about all of them. I guess the one I hate the MOST is cleaning the shower cause wet hair and crap gets stuck to my hands and gags me..plus the drain is really gross. I try not to look there when I'm showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:CStWzTgDehYc8M:http://dailyhomerenotips.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/resealed-shower-drain-cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:CStWzTgDehYc8M:http://dailyhomerenotips.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/resealed-shower-drain-cap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(YUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D - Dog's name: Toby Toot and Gracie Louise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443061665279764450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mjvvmL5-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RIVL6T0iM7E/s320/DSC08099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: Instant Coffee. I know a lot of people don't like it, but I think it is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:J0cSLMNle3iMdM:http://inspireanna.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/drinks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:J0cSLMNle3iMdM:http://inspireanna.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/drinks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F - Favorite color: Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="'left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/pink/hrd2gethrdr24get/cl1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="354" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh2/hrd2gethrdr24get/cl1.png" width="326" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;G - Gold or Silver: White Gold. Def. not a yellow gold type girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mmrP5zuEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/72FTXau92JQ/s1600-h/Steph-1964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443064886587537474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mmrP5zuEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/72FTXau92JQ/s320/Steph-1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My wedding ring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;H - Height: 5'3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://www.scientificamerican.com/media/inline/no-tall-tale-height-matters_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/no" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1018.photobucket.com/albums/af303/lilbebeacademy/P1050782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If my parents had bought me this precious little thing..I could have been the next Mozart.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mqTxmjBbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pzfQHK1eV7U/s1600-h/DSC07560+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443068881363207602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mqTxmjBbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/pzfQHK1eV7U/s320/DSC07560+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me dressed up as Junie B. Jones..my classes favorite book character.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K - Kid(s): Well I have 22 right now...they are my students. I don't PERSONALLY have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4msz-krenI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xm7aEnhFaME/s1600-h/DSC08197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443071633624103538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4msz-krenI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xm7aEnhFaME/s320/DSC08197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/border="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L - Living arrangements: a 3 bedroom home that needs some re-modeling done..but is pretty great anyway. I am especially proud of it because I bought it ON MY OWN before I got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/cute" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj233/lov3_032/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mtjiULk0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/te8TR0F7BaU/s1600-h/Steph-1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443072450672431938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mtjiULk0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/te8TR0F7BaU/s320/Steph-1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N - Nicknames: Steph (mostly everyone), Steph-ers (my mom), Knuff (my husband), Nee-Nee (my 1 year old baby couisin, Channing..well ok..he doesn't SPEAK yet..but he will soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mu_mmHydI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xD7mWLC9ko0/s1600-h/Steph-1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443074032369387986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mu_mmHydI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xD7mWLC9ko0/s320/Steph-1861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay: when my mom had a hysterectomy I stayed with her. I haven't personally had to stay in the hospital since I was a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/hospital" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/krisdinfl/hospitalsign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - Pet Peeve:People who do not raise their children in the way I see fit! Also, people who abuse the welfare system, laziness, and bad drivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/where" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/masziv26/Where_to_take_bad_kids_on_Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quote from a movie: "They said I was a valued customer. Now they send me hate mail. " said by Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) in Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/confessions" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb220/kgoody572/confessions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/writing/janekathleen/writingimage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="483" src="http://i49.photobucket.com/albums/f295/janekathleen/writingimage.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/only" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/sibling" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p141/meredithannes/SanFrancisco039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(No sibling rivalry for this girl.)&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: 5:45 a.m. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/wake" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="374" src="http://i155.photobucket.com/albums/s290/TUF0601/pictures/100_1713.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is not me, but this IS how I feel by lunchtime.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Underwear: usually go with comfort over sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/granny" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj77/carasian/Colored_Granny_Panties-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(these are not my panties.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/granny" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: Bell Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/bell" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="328" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff157/autumnxautomaticxx/Pepper.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways/Reasons you run late: I'm usually 15 minutes early. I despise lateness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rabbit" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c367/Akuma-pics/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: chest, teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/x-ray/julielauer/X_Ray_Heart_by_mmattes1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp71/julielauer/X_Ray_Heart_by_mmattes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: not really a cooking type girl..but I do make a mean Paula Dean Meatloaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/paula" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q246/nhorstman82/l_93226e17d6df4d35bb0e792ac01797a6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo animals you like: Monkeys and Gorrillas always make me smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/gorrilla/roykmm/DisgruntledGorilla.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc257/roykmm/DisgruntledGorilla.gif" width="322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:6MJvcJmhun2lbM:http://www.cfpsa-borden.ca/cfpsa/SPORTS/Nationals/TrainersWebpage/pic/hospital_cartoon.jpg" border=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How can that NOT make you smile?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Most pictures came from photobucket.  Others were mine.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4724238198674738963?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4724238198674738963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-cs-of-steph-nie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4724238198674738963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4724238198674738963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-cs-of-steph-nie.html' title='A-B-C&apos;s of Steph-a-nie'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S4mjvvmL5-I/AAAAAAAAAEg/RIVL6T0iM7E/s72-c/DSC08099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-3542709271664682483</id><published>2010-02-15T09:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:36:56.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The. Best. Weekend. Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who just had the best weekend ever? Ummm...that would be ME! Seriously..wonderful. Which day was the best? Hmmm...let's recap and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY - &lt;/strong&gt;No school due to snow. In Louisiana! Slept late. Worked out. Made snow people with my man. After fun in the snow we needed a hearty lunch so we went over to a local favorite and dined on chicken fried steak (him) roasted chicken (me) and all kinds of yummy southern vegetables that have enough butter and grease in them to make them no longer healthy. We finished watching Night at the Museum 2 (not NEARLY as good as the first) took a nice long afternoon nap together, and watched Couples Retreat (highly recommend it.) We finished off the fun filled day by making tacos together (I LOVE that he helps me cook!) and watching Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (surprisingly good.) It was a very welcome-relaxing, low key day and I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY- &lt;/strong&gt;Slept late. Did some LIGHT house work. Sat around watching reruns of Next Top Model with Michael who (in my opinion) was way too into the show. Got all sexy and gussied up for my night job at MARTINA MCBRIDE! Threw a small hissy fit because the medicine I am taking has caused me to gain 7 pounds in less than a week (I know I ate some buttery veggies, but come on, they didn't weight 7 pounds!) Ran some errands with my husband and then headed to the concert. Did wayyy more work than the lady on the phone had mentioned to me, but super enjoyed getting to be at the concert for free. I didn't actually get close to Martina or Trace, or actually get to go ON the stage like I had been told, but I did get to go REALLY CLOSE to the stage for the encore performance. Let me just say, I have always LOVED Martina, but seeing her up close, ahhh..she is amazing! Those vocals! Independence Day is soo much better in person than on the radio. Anyway, while at the concert, I was soo busy. I didn't get to eat all night and I just kept moving. I literally walked for 8 hours solid. When I got home I had gained 3 more pounds. Thanks Prednisone! Michael slept with me in our bed instead of in "his" room. No snoring, no pushing, his sleep habits have improved! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cmt.com/sitewide/assets/img/artists/mcbride_martina/photo_gallery/live_in_concert/martina_mcbride_live_01-x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Isn't she beautiful?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday (Valentine's Day) - &lt;/strong&gt;This was our first married Valentine's Day so I was pretty excited. We had decided against presents due to our current financial situation, but we had made dinner and movie plans. We exchanged cards and then got ready to go. Due to the weight gain nothing fit. Found some old lady jeans in the back of my closet and made the best of it. Decided that I was going to eat any damn thing I wanted since I'm gaining weight anyway! We went to Clinique so I could stock up on makeup and get the free gift. We stopped by Canes (its a southern thing..google it and if you are ever in the south..PLEASE try it) because we knew it was gonna be a while till dinner...best decision ever! Then we went to see the movie Valentine's Day. Of course Michael really wanted to see Wolf Man instead..but he's a good husband and he understands the importance of cheesiness on Valentine's Day. I thought the movie was really good. It was long..and drawn out..and really dry at some parts. However, I liked the way all the characters were linked in some way and the way everything worked out in the end. I liked seeing how everyone has their own problems and struggles, but they work through them the best way they can. I cried several times. I really liked the older couple played by Shirley McClaine (LOVE HER!) and the guy from the Princess Diaries. They were super sweet. After the movie we headed over to our favorite place, Kobe. It's a local Hibachi grill. Well, a LOT of people headed over there. We got there at 6:30 and we finally left at 9:00. It was a long wait..but the food was once again excellent. Then we swung by Walmart, picked up a cheesecake sampler, and came home. Guess how much weight I gained yesterday? FIVE MORE POUNDS! Oh and Saturday night worked out so well that Michael got to sleep in the grown-up bed again and once again..smooth sailing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 566px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media-files.gather.com/images/d464/d226/d746/d224/d96/f3/full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today- &lt;/strong&gt;Well it's just begun. It is the last day of the magical 4-day weekend and we both have to return to work tomorrow. Plans for today include - light housework, grocery shopping, lunch at Cj's Diner, and a lot of relaxation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: I took the LAST dose of the evil medicine yesterday, how long do you think it will take for me to lose the 10+ pounds I gained this week due to it? I guess we will have to see...until then it is me-maw jeans for this girl..and baggy sweatshirts..thank goodness it is cold right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What did YOU do this weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-3542709271664682483?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3542709271664682483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-weekend-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3542709271664682483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3542709271664682483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-weekend-ever.html' title='The. Best. Weekend. Ever!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8613984533312027803</id><published>2010-02-12T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:34:01.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>So..I realize I bitch a lot on my blog. I guess I use it as an outlet and I come across as very unhappy. Today I want to set the record straight..I am not always a Debbie Downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2898858517_3db35e1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Soo..I thought I would share some happy things in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually love my job. Yes I bitch about it constantly. Yes, I do hate it SOMEDAYS. But..for the most part I find it challenging, rewarding, and ever changing. Plus I can act like a goofball and only get slightly mocked. Yesterday, I actually broke into the song "Holla Back Girl" when asked how to spell "bananas" I actually said "Oh come on! You know how to spell that. B-A-N-A-N-A-S this oops! There is a bad word in this song..sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another perk to my job is that I get lots of holidays off. Sometimes we get 4 day weekends for no reason and let me just say summer break is the best! Also, bad weather days like today are a nice perk. Michael was off today too and we had fun making snow people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437559915696247874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S3YX7xP6VEI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OOZGQIuqNR8/s320/DSC08889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(That's me and him as snow people...except I usually don't wear scarves on my head like a gypsy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have an amazing family that I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Interesting things happen to me. Like I find really cool jobs. Tomorrow, for instance, I will be working at the Martina McBride concert BACKSTAGE! ANNNNNNDDD..I will get to go on stage before her encore performance to throw out T-Shirts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://celebucrap.typepad.com/.a/6a00e552403d2f8833012876a53c2b970c-500wi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, even though I bitch about him, I really do love my husband. He is incredibly loving and would do anything for me. A lot of days I come home and he is in the process of cleaning the kitchen. Now that I have been spending extra time at the gym, he even attempts to make me dinner several nights a week. Also, he really makes me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437565215322749202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/S3YcwP5VORI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JnHzZ5743zc/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My life is by no means perfect, but I do have a lot of wonderful things that make me happy.  I just tend to forget that life is a journey and I can't always rush through the little moments because I would miss out on little joys.  I guess that is the lesson I am supposed to learn from Click!  right?  (does that movie make anyone else cry?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8613984533312027803?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8613984533312027803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8613984533312027803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8613984533312027803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3022/2898858517_3db35e1387_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7760317114042036987</id><published>2010-02-02T19:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:52:14.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad at posting</title><content type='html'>I am horrible at blogging.  I always have things I want to say until I am sitting here faced with this little white box taunting me.  Why do I keep blogging?  No one actually reads my blogs..but I enjoy writing them.  I like to pretend I have a huge following.  With that said I will now bring you (the crazy large mob of readers) up to speed on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo..I am in the process of doing our taxes.  Let me just say that filing jointly is not making me happy.  I always get a big refund, but my stupid husband always owes money.  I was counting on a nice refund to pay off his previous debt, but it looks like we will have to skimp and save in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to get my National Board Certification.  I am doubting myself very much right now.  It is something I have always wanted to do, but it seems really hard.  I'm not sure if I am going to be able to meet all of the requirements, but I guess I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Curves in my town closed.  I am extremely depressed over this situation.  I have been a member for a year and it really did impact my life.  Because of Curves I was able to lose weight that I otherwise couldn't have lost on my own.  I was also motivated to eat healthier.  Now I have nowhere to go.  There is seriously one other gym in this town and it is always packed at the time I am available to workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super jealous of &lt;a href="http://xoxomrsw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Westmoreland&lt;/a&gt; because she posted about a trip to TJ MAXX where she found nars deep throat blush.  I went to TJ MAXX on Sunday to specifically look for the blush and of course I couldn't find any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that my husband and I have been married less than 2 months and we sleep in separate bedrooms?  I know it sounds bad..but I really do sleep so much better with him in another room.  And its not like he has a bad room or anything..the bed in the other room is way more comfortable than the one in here, and I let him have the new down comforter and new pretty duvet cover that is super soft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7760317114042036987?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7760317114042036987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-at-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7760317114042036987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7760317114042036987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-at-posting.html' title='Bad at posting'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-1818756315765463838</id><published>2010-01-30T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:35:22.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am so super excited. I just bought this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/318PMfNPEIL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Shark Deluxe Steam Mop)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You know you are getting old when you spend $85 on a mop and get super excited.  I can't wait to see how clean my floors can be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-1818756315765463838?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/1818756315765463838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1818756315765463838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/1818756315765463838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4813337434201349489</id><published>2010-01-22T20:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:52:06.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday! I am in bed and planning to play Little Shop of Treasures after this blog post. I hope everyone is having as aexciting of a weekend as I am. I'm totally a wild one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having trouble sleeping lately. Before marriage my bed was a place of safety, comfort, and serenity. Now my bed is a battle zone. All night long my husband snores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/3250811953_f0051204c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to tune him out.  I plug my ears.  I pray.  I put the pillow on my head.  Finally I resort to violence.  I pinch.  I poke.  I slap.  I scream.  Of course I feel ashamed of my behavior the next day, but at night, I am ruthless.  As if the snoring isn't bad enough, he rolls all over the bed.  His arm goes across my face.  His toenails cut my ankle.  His sweaty behind touches my leg.  I cling to the edge of the bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I have a cold that won't go away.  It's miserable.  Aaaannnd I have to work another demo this weekend.  But this is the last one I'm doing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently working on tax filing and while we aren't getting as large of a refund as I had hoped, we will be getting enough to help a tremendous amount with Michael's tax debt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my weekly update.  Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.  Next week I am posting wedding pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4813337434201349489?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4813337434201349489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/soo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4813337434201349489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4813337434201349489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/soo.html' title='soo..'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/3250811953_f0051204c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-5328876948200791314</id><published>2010-01-17T07:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:55:18.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to try....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/373915656_5d9905ac60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/373915656_5d9905ac60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..a few weeks ago when the news of this tax debt hit, I decided to take positive steps to alleviate it. People said "You should let him worry about it!" But that's just not me. I see a problem, I find a solution, and I execute it. So I got a weekend job. I used to do in store demonstrations during college and stopped during my first year of teaching. After yesterday I remember why I stopped. It is exhausting, humiliating, and BOOOORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go to Walmart, locate this large cart in the back, push it to the front (btw..if you are in a crowded store and you see a girl pushing a large cart, it is polite to GET OUT OF THE WAY.)  stock it with cough drops and cough medicine, smile at everyone as they walk by, try to hand them medicine and cough drop samples.  There is actually this dumb ass script I am supposed to follow..but really..when you are in the store and there is a sample lady, do you honestly care what she has to say, or do you just want the free thing she is passing out?  I want the free thing, and so do the majority of people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four hours is a long time.  It is a long time to stand on your feet.  It is a long time to smile.  It is a long time to say the same stupid shit over and over, It is especially a long time when you are sick and have to keep eating the cough drops you are supposed to be handing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus people are stupid.  I realize I am wearing a badge.  However my badge does not say Walmart.  It doesn't look like the badges the other employees are wearing.  Yet people keep asking me questions: "Where are the scales?"  "Are these velcro rollers?"  "Why is the pharmacy closed?" "Can you help me get something from the top shelf?"  Everytime I tell them that I don't work for Walmart they get really angry and suspicious like I am lying to them.  "But you are wearing a badge!"  some claim.  One lady yelled "Fine!  So you don't work here!  You are a woman!  Are these velcro rollers or not?"  Damn lady..take a valium..I have never used a roller a day in my life..they LOOK like velcro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is going to be the worst..I can tell now..I have to do the same thing except here in my hometown.  I am going to see EVERYONE I know..and they are all going to say "I thought you were teaching.  Why are you doing this?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed up for this weekend and next weekend but after that I am done again.  Money isn't worth this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-5328876948200791314?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/5328876948200791314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/5328876948200791314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/5328876948200791314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-you-like-to-try.html' title='Would you like to try....'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/373915656_5d9905ac60_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8844577275137840834</id><published>2010-01-04T20:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:02:18.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>It was back to work today!  Boo!  Actually..if I'm honest..it really wasn't so bad.  My kids missed me.  It is incredibly flattering to be missed.  They were trying so hard to remember my new name and they told me like a hundred times that I am the best teacher..I hear the sub worked them to death while I was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day that married life was REAL..you know BOTH of us getting up at the crack of dawn and going to work.  Then coming home and just doing regular work-night things.  Today I knitted my husband a hat to keep his ears warm at work, washed a load of clothes, folded a load of clothes (well okay..I didn't actually do that yet, but I'm going to when I finish blogging.) cooked tomorrow night's dinner, and cleaned the kitchen (ok..I didn't sweep, and if my mom came over she would probably give me a lecture about cleanliness..but I DID wash dishes and wipe the counters.)  I am such an amazing wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news..it sniwed today..like all day long.  It didn't stick but for the southern town I live in, it was a huge development.  Aaannndd..it is freaking cold outside!  I don't see how people live up north and deal with the cold and snow constantly.  All I wanted all day long was to come home and get into some comfy pjs.  The pj thing could also be due to the fact that I have gained too much weight over the holidays and my clothes are now uncomfortably snug.  And now the Curves in my town is closing..right when I need it most.  I guess I'm going to have to find a new gym..but I really loved my Curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I really want a new layout..I love my girl at the top..but the page isn't all neat and bloggy like others.  If you have any suggestions (all 3 of my followers) please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8844577275137840834?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8844577275137840834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8844577275137840834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8844577275137840834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8503679945291348790</id><published>2010-01-01T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:48:56.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a happy beginning to 2010. Though there was no party at my house, I enjoyed bringing in the New Year with my new husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated by playing a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 414px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vgboxart.com/boxes/Wii/31219_new_super_mario_bros_wii-v3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eating a little bit of this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdzsxzThiTM/SFlwVZnAWSI/AAAAAAAAALI/C3KqBuLmdVg/s400/Peach+Cobbler+a+la+Mode.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wathing a little bit of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ivstatic.com/files/et/imagecache/636/files/blog_articles/jersey-shore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..OUR Jersey Shore names are now The Finale (him) and The Back End (me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we met with our friend who is a CPA and he reviewed Michael's tax forms which I filled out all by myself like a big girl.  And guess what?  He said I did everything correctly!  So proud of myself..the tax forms were scary, but I conquered them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finished reading my book &lt;em&gt;Nineteen Minutes&lt;/em&gt; by Jodi Picoult  She is the same author who wrote &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper.&lt;/em&gt;  The book was amazing!  I like Jodi Picoult because she always has a twist ending which is amazing.  Definitely recommend the book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nap I visited with my good friend and her 2 year old son who was in my wedding. She lives in Indianna now and she was just in for my wedding and the holidays and she is leaving in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I went to my mom's house and ate black eyed peas (for luck) and cabbage ( for money)  Does everyone do this or is it just a southern thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you spend your first day of the new year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8503679945291348790?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8503679945291348790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8503679945291348790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8503679945291348790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdzsxzThiTM/SFlwVZnAWSI/AAAAAAAAALI/C3KqBuLmdVg/s72-c/Peach+Cobbler+a+la+Mode.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8576191244202996895</id><published>2009-12-31T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:07:57.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/L8/new-years-eve-cocktail-party-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.delish.com/cm/delish/images/L8/new-years-eve-cocktail-party-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband really isn't a New Year's person. My parent's aren't really New Year's people either. This is why I never get to do ANYTHING fun on New Year's.   The happy people above?  Never been in their shoes.  Next year..I am DEF. throwing a party!  It's going to be amazing!  I will start saving up for it in the summer and then I am going to have such an awesome party everyone will talk about it for years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...even though I love New Year's Eve..I'm not really a resolution type girl.  That could be because every year I resolved to lose weight and every year I let myself down.  Last year I made NO resolutions but 3 weeks after the new year rolled in I carried my butt over to Curves, started counting weight wathers points, and lost around 15 pounds.  (Five of which I have managed to gain back in the 2 weeks since I have been married, but we aren't talking about that right now.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....this year I am going to make some resolutions.  Here they go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; In 2010 I will:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;continue going to curves, start counting weight watcher points again, and reach my goal weight of 140 pounds...or 140ish..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay off all debt ( tax debt, student loan debt, Michael's stupid car debt)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new debt by purchasing a new car.  (or a used car that is in awesome like new shape)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a better housekeeper (yeah...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook more..try a new recipe each week (or every 2 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a better teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog more &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to church and pray more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save up money for my rockin 2011 bash I'm gonna throw!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2009 was a decent year..in the way of accomplishments I do believe it fell short.  I did lose weight, but the year was really taken up by planning a wedding.  This year is going to be different.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring it on 2010!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8576191244202996895?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8576191244202996895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8576191244202996895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8576191244202996895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010-here-i-come.html' title='2010 Here I Come!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4164195597527660226</id><published>2009-12-30T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:52:37.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Brand New Day.</title><content type='html'>So..today I am in a better mood. Yes, I still owe the IRS more money than I bring home in a month, but it's all going to be okay. I am the girl who busted her @ss and managed to pay off over $10,000 dollars in student loan debt in a year. I lived on $200 a month and yes, it was miserable, but looking back I am soo proud of that hard working girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I don't want anyone who reads this to think my husband is a COMPLETE jackass. He is just really immature...but growing. His mom has babied him his entire life and he has never had to think about these things. He feels awful for putting me through this..which he should..but the past cannot be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have woken up with a renewed sense of hope. Life happens..nothing ever goes as planned. No, I will not be getting a Kindle anytime soon, and no, I will not be able to use MY tax refund on anything fun, but HOPEFULLY I will be able to teach my husband about responsibility and HOPEFULLY he will grow from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moped around all day yesterday and threw a big 'ole prissy pants pitty party. Now I realize that there is nothing to do but move forward and try to fix the problem. No one is dead, no one is in poor health..it is fixable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does anyone know where I can earn a little extra money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...it would be nice if I could win some lingerie from the &lt;a href="http://www.stockingsandlingerieblog.com/2009/12/lingerie-giveaway-playful-promises.html"&gt;Lingerie Addict&lt;/a&gt; ...you know..since I can't afford to buy any. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4164195597527660226?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4164195597527660226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-brand-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4164195597527660226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4164195597527660226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-brand-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a Brand New Day.'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-9066990922468118078</id><published>2009-12-28T16:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:20:26.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Is this the "for worse"  I promised in my wedding vows?  How could I marry into all these tax problems?  I thought they were worked out and now I'm getting bad news again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-9066990922468118078?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/9066990922468118078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9066990922468118078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/9066990922468118078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-3451013939684360158</id><published>2009-12-24T14:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:31:00.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I would like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a maid to clean my house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a magic pill for both my dogs to stop shedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pill to give my husband so he will actually WANT to help..or at least pretend to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nice sized windfall so that I can (a.) pay the IRS the back taxes which werent even mine to begin with( b.) stop going to a job I hate (c.) spread love, cheer, and goodwill to all of the world (I promise I would try.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new body which resembles that of a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks, Santa!  I promise I have been Oh So good this year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stephanie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-3451013939684360158?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3451013939684360158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3451013939684360158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3451013939684360158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-list.html' title='My Christmas List'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8369967530644228169</id><published>2009-12-23T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:32:29.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Helloooo Blog World.  Oh how I have missed you.  Here is what has been going on with me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got really sick and wanted to die 2 days before my wedding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got all better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got MARRIED.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wedding was beautiful, thank you for asking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got stuck at LAX for 4 hours because the engine on our plane was broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally arrived in Hawaii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw a Luau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went snorkeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate banana pancakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;came home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got scary letter from irs that husband's wages are being garnished due to back taxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously?!  So I'm about to handle this situation...I knew he was irresponsible..but really..this is just crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh!  And I finished 2o's girl.  Thanks &lt;a href="http://xoxomrsw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. Westmoreland!&lt;/a&gt;  I think it is my favorite Sophie Kinsella book yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8369967530644228169?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8369967530644228169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8369967530644228169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8369967530644228169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-2491936955827969338</id><published>2009-11-26T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:26:16.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>So today was great.  I started off the day with my FREE Thanksgiving newspaper (one of the kids I teach has a parent who delivers the paper in my neighborhood.)  After checking out the balck Friday ads I made sticky buns and watched parades while putting together a puzzle.  My parents came over and joined Michael and me for said buns and hot chocolate.  I finished my puzzle and the parades.  Then I changed clothes and went went with mom, dad, and Michael to my grandparents' house for turkey and dressing!  YUMM!!  Now I am getting ready to sleep so I can get up EARLY for black friday shopping.  Before I go to bed...here is what I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting married in 2.5 weeks!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my health&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my job (even though I gripe, at least I have a job)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my house which I OWN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a car that (even though it is falling apart) still gets me where I need to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;microwave coffee (don't hate)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;each and every one of my 3 followers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TJ Maxx and Marshalls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being (close to) debt free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are many more things...but the tryptophan from the turkey is weighing me down and making me think of nothing but my bed which is one more thing I am thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-2491936955827969338?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2491936955827969338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/2491936955827969338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/2491936955827969338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8887852129813808038</id><published>2009-11-23T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:24:15.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!  I won!</title><content type='html'>I won my very first blog giveaway!  Thank you &lt;a href="http://xoxomrsw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs. W. &lt;/a&gt;  I can't wait to recieve my prize in the mail!  Also, I am now up to THREE followers!  Hey, you have to start SOMEWHERE, right?  I must appologize to you three for being such a Grumpy Gertrude as of late.  Believe me, you three have not been the only ones putting up with my Negative Nancy antics.  The poor soon-to-be husband has had about all he can take and I can't blame him.  I just started birth control and I can't say it has helped my outlook on life.  Anyway..I am in a great mood today because it is Thanksgiving week which means NO WORK!  I was able to wake up around 8, knit a hat, go to curves, tan, take the dogs to the vet, read, and clean the garage all before Michael got home from work.  I told him I think I should quit my job and be a stay at home knitter.  I believe I can take my hat business global.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8887852129813808038?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8887852129813808038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-won-i-won.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8887852129813808038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8887852129813808038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-won-i-won.html' title='I won!  I won!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-2693280296636613742</id><published>2009-11-19T18:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:53:59.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Need new work</title><content type='html'>I. HATE. MY. JOB.  Seriously..I hate teaching.  It is no fun anymore.  It saddens me to think of how excited I was to be a teacher.  How many wonderful ideas I had.  How many goals and ambitions.  I had compassion, and a desire to help each.and.every.child.  Now?  Not so much.  The American education system is going down the drain.  No Child Left Behind means all the smart children are left behind.  All of the good children are left behind.  The children who really don't give a crap are the ones who suck up my day.  I am tainted, and pessimistic, and depressed about the future each and every day I walk into that room.  I don't want to be there.  I have 6 little hellions who are headed straight to prison when they grow up.  Why don't I punish them?  We aren't allowed to punish children.  It is called Positive Behavior Support.  I am supposed to smile and compliment them when they sit still for 1 minute and try to ignore them when they crawl under the lunch table and grab people's legs.   I want a new job.  But what can I do with a BA in Education besides teach that will make me as much money as I am currently making?  The answer my friends (or 2 people who read this blog)  is NOTHING.  Fear not.  If I do find a new job my teaching degree will not go to waste.  It will be put to good use because MY children are NOT going to school.  They will be homeschooled.  I have always been against homeschooling but the longer I am exposed to the B.S. that goes on in public schools, the more I rethink my stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the negative blog today, but I really needed to get that off my chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-2693280296636613742?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/2693280296636613742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-new-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/2693280296636613742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/2693280296636613742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/need-new-work.html' title='Need new work'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4471387954708253376</id><published>2009-11-11T19:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:27:24.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fashionista</title><content type='html'>I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fashion. This is pretty much a new obsession. As a child I had no clue. I was an only child and so I had no cool older siblings to guide my clothing choices and honestly I wasn't very observant. I happily wore whatever Mom picked out for me and looking back on pictures, let's just say it wasn't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I am well aware of what's in fashion, but I just can't pull it off. I do not have the body, nor the money to be fashionable and I am so terribly sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I really want are boots like these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 494px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2007/11/08-15/pretty_woman-cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These boots were made for walkin...but not for thick legs like mine :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also wish I could rick this look:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images2.like.com/product-images--a0c9a3bedc1ae9b2df99b9e89fcc2c83136ade8b-a2e15a4484592ddc--jpg_sqthumb_large--womenssweaters-aqua-aqua-women-apos-s-long-sleeve-pointelle-turtleneck-sweater-dress-a-blo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a sweater dress..but it is VERY unflattering and my legs + tights = not cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did buy a rocking purse in a popular fall fashion color:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kathyvanzeeland.com/img/products/H45215.Peacock.item.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Michael hates it..but what do men know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4471387954708253376?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4471387954708253376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashionista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4471387954708253376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4471387954708253376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/fashionista.html' title='fashionista'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4321814634860681220</id><published>2009-11-07T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:19:18.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Giveaways</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A blog I am &lt;a href="http://xoxomrsw.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcingmy-first-giveaway.html"&gt;following&lt;/a&gt; Is having it's very first giveaway. AND it just so happens she is giving away a book by my FAVORITE author. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2s7w0fp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp...sooo this is blog is my attempt at winning this fabulous little book.  It would arrive just in time for my flight to HAWAII!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4321814634860681220?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4321814634860681220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-giveaways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4321814634860681220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4321814634860681220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-heart-giveaways.html' title='I Heart Giveaways'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/2s7w0fp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-6233151301791829380</id><published>2009-11-04T19:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:05:40.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Dear estrogen hormones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not stop flooding through my body I am seriously gonna get fired.  You know those teachers you read about in the paper or see on the evening news? No, not the ones sleeping with kids..geez!  I'm talking about the ones who do things like tie children to chairs with extension cords (totally understandable if you ask me) or tape their little mouths shut with duck tape (I have considered it.)  Yesterday I threatned to rub some little hoodlums (I mean precious little children) down with sugar and stick them outside to get stung by bees.  It wasnt until I got home that I realized I could get in serious trouble for this comment which was (mostly) a joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get me fired, you will surely have me arrested.  I am recalling a trip I took to Mcdonalds on Sunday. I already have it out for the lazy s.o.b.s that work there but with you, dear estrogen, my hatred grows stronger.  First they pissed me off by making me pull up instead of just handing me the food at the window like they are SUPPOSED to.  This never leads to anything good.  After sitting for 10 minutes the obese manager waddles out to my car and has me pull up FARTHER.  I tell her this situation is ridiculous.  After 7 more minutes I storm into the restaraunt shoving people aside and foaming at the mouth.  "I have been waiting for nearly 20 minutes!"  I rave.  "Give me my food or  give me my DAMN money back!"  At this point the manager proceeds to put all of my items in a bag.  This further enrages me.  "If all my shit was ready why did I have to get out of my car and come in here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the issue with my pants being snug.  I am sure this is due to you and not my consumption of half a Sauasage McGriddle on Sunday.  I have worked super hard to lose this weight and lately the scale has been creeping upwards.  I am choosing to blame this on you, estrogen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give me a break, that would be nice.  Especially since we have this talk EVERY month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Prissy (too tight) Pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-6233151301791829380?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/6233151301791829380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6233151301791829380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/6233151301791829380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/11/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7596093251104535273</id><published>2009-10-17T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:04:16.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I don't "get"</title><content type='html'>I'm a pretty open minded girl. I'm a christian, but I believe everyone is entitled to their beliefs. I'm straight, but if someone wants to be gay..hey..that's their preference. I'm a fan of Edward, but I can also see why someone would love Jacob. However, there are some things I just don't get and I don't think I ever will. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ed Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i353.photobucket.com/albums/r361/emmohhennayy/Ed_Hardy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah..I know. Ed Hardy is soo super cool right now. EVERYONE from Jon Gosselin to my mom is sporting his apparel. My question is WHY? Who wants to walk around with weird skulls and crossbones and stupid phrases like "love kills slowly?" What the HELL does that mean anyway? And WHY does it cost $90 for said T-shirt? I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm going to jump on the Ed Hardy bandwagon anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 Jon Gosselin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blog.newsok.com/fashionmatters/files/2009/09/jon-gosselin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know Kate could be...well...let's face it..a bit of a biotch some times..but hell, the woman raises EIGHT children. Something about Jon just royally pisses me off. He is a grown man with eight children and he is running around like a college kid. Actually..he is running around WITH college kids. Drunk ones. High ones. Slutty ones. And he is doing all of this while wearing ED whoop-te-freakin-do Hardy! Grow up, Jon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Flannel Shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 483px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.galaxyarmynavy.com/prodimages/4739-BIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flannel is for lumberjacks and I will just leave it at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7596093251104535273?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7596093251104535273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-dont-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7596093251104535273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7596093251104535273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-dont-get.html' title='Things I don&apos;t &quot;get&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4761178233750943887</id><published>2009-10-12T20:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:46:14.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekday Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/g/images/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391893157264724466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPaQlGfkfI/AAAAAAAAADY/jqa6EKYC2Ek/s320/logan%27s+dessert.gif" border="0" /&gt;Weekdays suck. Mondays super suck. I woke up to what sounded like a monsoon in my back yard. I REALLY wanted to stay in bed. Being the responsible teacher I am, however, I realized I had no plans or work for a sub to do, so I had to go to work. My school day was ok I guess. Other than the fact that it was cold and rainy and super dreary and dark outside. I had plans to go with the fiance' to try on a tux for his friend's wedding and I was not looking forward to it. After a pumpkin spice latte I felt MUCH better and while Michael was getting fitted I made the snap decision to order the tuxes for OUR wedding. Luckily, Michael, (who was cheered slightly by a Starbucks Hot Chocolate) went along with my plan and HOORAY, HOORAY..one more thing got marked off the wedding to-do list! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna see our tuxes? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891008771064146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPYThVsAVI/AAAAAAAAACw/6cz8PufCz_0/s320/jones+tux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, Groomsmen, Ushers, and Dad will all have this black tux.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891491277176610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPYvm0G_yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nD9XTEPkL08/s320/red+vest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Michael and the groomsmen will all have this vest, but the groomsmen will have a black shirt and Michael will have white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391891923123111490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPZIvkNBkI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ts1PVc5ZDLU/s320/ushers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ushers will have this vest and tie with white shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391892339205959362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPZg9mFbsI/AAAAAAAAADQ/J_AIKz1rQGQ/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally, my dad will have this vest and tie with a white shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tuxes are taken care of! Hip, Hip, HOORAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the hard work with the tux choices, Michael and I ate a lovely dinner at Logan's Roadhouse. They have a 2 people eat for 13.99 special for Mondays and Tuesdays and I must say that it took the Monday blues away. The best part was the yummy dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391894204049346482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPbNgrZT7I/AAAAAAAAADg/hciGJV2flN0/s320/logans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are the size of shot glasses and are DE-LIC-IOUS!  The peanut butter was so the best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful start to the work week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4761178233750943887?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4761178233750943887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekday-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4761178233750943887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4761178233750943887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/weekday-fun.html' title='Weekday Fun'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StPaQlGfkfI/AAAAAAAAADY/jqa6EKYC2Ek/s72-c/logan%27s+dessert.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7449898585854417141</id><published>2009-10-11T21:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:52:44.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drab to Fab</title><content type='html'>So..I went to my friend Taryn's wedding this weekend. Let's just say that I am beyond thankful that she was my last single friend. I love that my friends' find love and I am more than thrilled to share their special day with them. However, I am exhausted by the hair, makeup, showers, dresses, more hair, more makeup, presents, etc. that come with each wedding. (Just you wait, people! In December I will get my revenge!) Anyway, as I was getting ready for the rehearsal dinner I remembered to grab my camera and take a few pics so I could be entered into Cheapskate Mom's Drabby to Fabby eye contest. So I took a photo of my eyes with no makeup, and then I tried to give myself a smoky eyed look and I snapped a pic of that as well. In the fabby picture my eyes really just look glittery..but that is because my eye shadow had a shimmer to it. Anyway..I did my best. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StKWzIlaD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/16genS254EI/s1600-h/DSC08334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537509137780674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StKWzIlaD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/16genS254EI/s320/DSC08334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StKXCPjka3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Xsivzzua2_s/s1600-h/DSC08339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391537768707156850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StKXCPjka3I/AAAAAAAAACo/Xsivzzua2_s/s320/DSC08339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Fabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheapskate Mom does a drabby to fabby giveaway each week from what I can tell. I have only been following her blog for a few weeks but it is great! You should check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out her button on my sidebar!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7449898585854417141?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7449898585854417141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/drab-to-fab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7449898585854417141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7449898585854417141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/drab-to-fab.html' title='Drab to Fab'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/StKWzIlaD8I/AAAAAAAAACg/16genS254EI/s72-c/DSC08334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-4976595526558042189</id><published>2009-10-08T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:29:25.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail Salon</title><content type='html'>So this weekend is my friends's wedding.  I am a bridesmaid and I must take a moment to say..THANK YOU, JESUS that this is my last single friend!  I can not handle the bridesmaid gig again..so stressful and expensive.  This friend's mother asked me to get my nails done with french toes and american fingers.  Really?!  Seriously?!  Who thought this crap up!?  Being the nice, kind, wonderful friend I am, I happily obliged.  Off I head to my local nail salon : Cute Nail.  I KNEW going in this was not going to be fun.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 The people at the nail salon intimidate me.  I can't understand them and then the start talking in another language and I KNOW they are talking bad about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 I only wanted my nails PAINTED..but I bite my finger nails and pick my toenails (gross I know) so the people at the salon never want to paint them (It no look pretty..too short!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 The whole american fingers and french toes business was a little confusing even to me and I speak english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway..needless to say..the people in the salon looked at me like I was crazy.  The lady told me "It no look pretty.  nails to short.  Full set?"  To which I repeated what I wanted.  This apparantly irritated the lady because she kept sighing, tsking her tongue, and speaking in her language with slight nods of her head in my direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience reminded me of this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to just put the video here, but I don't know how.  If anyone knows how, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-4976595526558042189?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/4976595526558042189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/nail-salon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4976595526558042189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/4976595526558042189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/nail-salon.html' title='Nail Salon'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-3267604654280009564</id><published>2009-10-07T20:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:42:08.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy Day/ Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/Ss1B8XdIQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/5hgRXcb___g/s1600-h/matilda_f10x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390036834376500210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/Ss1B8XdIQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/5hgRXcb___g/s320/matilda_f10x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..today at school...pretty much sucked. The children were HORRIBLE. I actually cried a bit in class. I seriously considered walking out of the class and never going back..just quitting. Then I thought about how those children have had so many people quit on them before and that's probably why they are the way they are. I just don't think I'm cut out for this. I'm seriously considering putting in to change schools..next year. I will do my best to survive this year. One little girl in my room actually infuriates me. You know that scene in Matilda where the Trunchbull grabs the little girl by the pig tails and just swings her all around...it plays in my mind every day.   Half my class is failing which makes me feel like a failure.  I do everything I can possibly do to teach these kids, but many of them don't want to learn.  It's exhausting.  I mean how many ways can you show a kid to add?  Some of them can't add because they can't COUNT!  What the crap do I do about that?  The biggest problem is their behavior.  They won't shut up long enough to learn anything and they won't stop playing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway...today was a crying day..and since I was already so upset about school, I might as well get upset about the wedding too, and let's throw in a bit of guilt over the recent weight gain just to liven things up.  So here I am boo hooing in my car and I decide to go visit my grandparents.  My grandma fixed me a Bailey's and then settled in as I whined about how much I hate my job, how hard all this wedding stuff is, how my future mother in law hasn't given us any of the money she said she would.  That's when my grandpa pulled out his checkbook and wrote a check.  Not a check large enough to pay off the wedding..but a check large enough to pay off MOST of the remaining bills on the wedding.  A check that took so much weight off my shoulders it is absolutely amazing.  So of course I start crying again..but this time it was happy tears.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, God, for my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-3267604654280009564?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3267604654280009564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/crappy-day-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3267604654280009564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3267604654280009564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/crappy-day-happy-ending.html' title='Crappy Day/ Happy Ending'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/Ss1B8XdIQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/5hgRXcb___g/s72-c/matilda_f10x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-7019643451859877840</id><published>2009-10-05T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:35:58.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Children</title><content type='html'>Posts like this will probably be few and far between. I have a class from H-E-L-L this year and most posts will be about the obnoxious devils in my room. However, today I would like to gush about a little boy called Dorrian. Dorrian is a bad little boy. He is constantly in trouble and playing and he even eats pencils. Not CHEWS on pencils, but EATS pencils. Specifically the lead part. He tries to trick me by saying the tip broke, but as it is wet and his mouth is surrounded by metallic coloring, he never gets away with it. While this child frustrates me, I can't help but LOVE him. He is absolutely adorable..you know..when he isn'y being annoying. Dorrian is a super smart little boy, but he makes Cs, Ds, and Fs because he is so busy playing, munching on pencils, and thinking of something bad to do. So today I was having a conversation with him and I said: "Dorrian, you are so intelligent. You could make the best grades in the class if you would pay attention and stop playing. I really like you and I want to see you go on to make something of yourself. You could grow up, go to college, get a really nice job, and marry a pretty lady. Don't you want a nice wife?" A HUGE grin spread over his chubby little cheeks and he enthusiastically nodded his head. "Yes ma'am! I sure do! But I want to marry YOU!" Moments like that make my job worthwhile. It is hard to stay mad when there are 22 babies who think you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the pencil muncher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsqQyO1mfFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o6VVJGOcrPc/s1600-h/DSC08184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389279096752995410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsqQyO1mfFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o6VVJGOcrPc/s320/DSC08184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-7019643451859877840?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/7019643451859877840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute-little-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7019643451859877840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/7019643451859877840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/cute-little-children.html' title='Cute Little Children'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsqQyO1mfFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/o6VVJGOcrPc/s72-c/DSC08184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-8758942713180477031</id><published>2009-10-04T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:16:02.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Fat Fat</title><content type='html'>Ughh!  I know this is about to be a petty blog..so if you don't want to read it now would be a good time to close the window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here?  Okay..well at least I warned you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just left my parents' house after visiting for oh about 10 minutes..Why such a short visit?  Well Mom and I have both been dieting and exercising since January and we have lost weight.  However, I have been staying at the same weight for oh..about 3 months now...no..wait...last month I GAINED 3 pounds.  Mom, on the other hand, is steadily losing weight..but not just losing it..also toning and just all around looking good.  I HATE HER.  I am repulsed by the sight of my own body.  I can't stand to look at myself naked and the thought of anyone else seeing my dimpled thighs or my spare tire really upsets me.  This really sucks due to the fact that I am getting married in TWO months and going on a Hawaiin vacation where I will need to prance around in bikinis.  Not only that but Mom  has this hot little number picked out for my wedding. No mother of the bride garb for her.  Oh no!  Regardless of the fact that my wedding is in December, my mother has a knee-length bridesmaid's dress with open shoulders and sexy heels that show off her nicely toned legs.  It is going to be MY wedding day and I'm not even going to be the prettiest girl there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is petty..but I warned you, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-8758942713180477031?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/8758942713180477031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/fatty-fat-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8758942713180477031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/8758942713180477031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/fatty-fat-fat.html' title='Fatty Fat Fat'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8023620139647450985.post-3452333024135594030</id><published>2009-10-01T20:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:16:03.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So I'm new to this whole blogging situation. While I will be alerting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;certain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;riends of my new outlet, I will be leaving my last name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;off the blog, so my &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;employer can not find me through google (you will see why later :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me begin my frist post by introducing myself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My name is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie. I am 24 years old, teach first grade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and will be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;getting married in December. That's right..I'm not a MRS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prissy Pants YET..but who wants to rename their blog in &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 months? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of lately I have been folowing a few blogs..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favorites are Life is Bananas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It aint easy being cheesy, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Then Heather said..reading the posts on those pages has &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aused me to start head blogging. As I walk around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going about my daily business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I find myself narrating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things in my head as though I am writing them on a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog. So here I am...Hello blogging World!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8023620139647450985-3452333024135594030?l=mrsprissypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/feeds/3452333024135594030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-blogging-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3452333024135594030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8023620139647450985/posts/default/3452333024135594030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrsprissypants.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-blogging-world.html' title='Hello Blogging World!'/><author><name>Mrs. Prissy Pants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191556907802084326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvRSF23Timg/SsV_rVNPKdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/g32YMBT9OmU/S220/Sistrunk-7342.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
