<?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-7208247616864249386</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:21:19.403-08:00</updated><category term='Lucky'/><category term='Coach Purse'/><category term='Honest'/><category term='Quiznos'/><category term='Blake'/><category term='fish'/><category term='hot coco'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Studio'/><category term='Breanna'/><category term='Sissors'/><category term='drive in&apos;s'/><category term='Farting'/><category term='Ashlee'/><category term='artichoke'/><category term='Sushi Master'/><category term='Steps'/><category term='Maddy'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='Banana bread'/><category term='Cards'/><category term='drink'/><category term='Bread sticks'/><category term='EKG'/><category term='work'/><category term='Marti'/><category term='DeVinchi'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='Jalapeno'/><category term='soup'/><category term='Ashley'/><category term='Pepto'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Pulling Ashlee'/><category term='4th of july'/><category term='Clumsy girl'/><category term='single'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='school'/><category term='Broken'/><category term='Heather'/><category term='Sushi Town'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Roses'/><category term='Valentines day'/><category term='taken'/><category term='purse'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Getto girl'/><category term='phobias'/><category term='Brandon'/><category term='Tball'/><title type='text'>Simply Tabitha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6437723646147767000</id><published>2010-01-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:49:12.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I stuck it out for 9 months of schooling... Passed all my tests, and now, I have my 200 hour externship!  I'm sooooo excited!  All the hard work that I've been putting in for my Medical Assisting skills, is going to be put to good use... And I will finaly have a career, with a good future.. I'm happy that I took this move, and I hope that it works out, and I will get rid of my stinky roommates! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6437723646147767000?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6437723646147767000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6437723646147767000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6437723646147767000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6437723646147767000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-4159796622024779515</id><published>2010-01-06T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:11:41.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometime you just have to think.. WTF?</title><content type='html'>So Tuesday was Bens first day at school, even though he didn't have class til later in the morning, I had him leave for school the same time I leave for work. Trying to find a parking spot at the college in the morning, is worse than trying to find a needle in the hay stack. He got there a full two hours before his class started, and still had to park in the BFE. Oh well, not much you can do. He left his pretty purple lunch pail in his truck, thinking it would be safe.. I mean, who in their right mind would want to break into a 1976 chevy blazer, that looks beat to hell? Not me, thats for sure. Well here comes lunch, and I get a call from Ben, laughing... I ask, "Whats so funny?" Someone stole my fucking lunch.... but decided they'd leave me the orange... I guess they didn't want to eat healthy! If anyone knows Mr. Ben, he doesn't sare his food.. With ANYONE... Try and even steal a fry off his plate, that boy will stab you with his fork! Anyways, I ask if anything else got stollen, he says no, they ripped out the speaker, but didn't think it was worth it, so they left it. Thinking this is the worst of if, I'm like okay, we'll buy you a new lunch pail, maybe they will have more colors to choose from.. Not just purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple right? Lunch pail gone, we can handle that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what we thought was a simple fix, wasn't so simple. He calls me at about 4:30ish, and lets me know, "those bastards, stole my carberator! My car will not start!" I sat here dumbfounded.. Really... Who does that? Aparently we had the right part someone was looking for, because they took it, but were nice enough to screw the nuts back on, you know, incase we needed those. So nice. The good part is, we left comphrensive coverage in his auto policy.. The Shitty part is, the parts they stole, equal to more than the value of the damn truck. Thats right, the 1976 blazer is getting totalled out... FOR STOLEN PARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipn re-re's. Here's to hoping bad ju ju's come your way jack ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, we have to get up early, and get home late... One car, so we have to car pool. Ugh! Bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-4159796622024779515?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4159796622024779515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=4159796622024779515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4159796622024779515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4159796622024779515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometime-you-just-have-to-think-wtf.html' title='Sometime you just have to think.. WTF?'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-4143945617629411073</id><published>2010-01-04T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:37:16.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.. I know its been a while.</title><content type='html'>Yes, like I said it has been a long while since I have blogged.  But a lot has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next week, I'll be finishing up school, well the first part!  Next part is the oh so fun (kinda but not really) externship.  Fun because I get to actually used all the skills that I've been taught, not fun because it is 5 weeks unpaid.  I'm worried because for that 5 weeks, I'll be working for free.  With no income.   Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved in with Mr. Ben.. I now call the good ol Bonney Lake home again.  We have two roommate with girlsfriends.  Ben calls them the mother less children.. They can not, or do not know how to clean up after themselves.  They make the worst messes ever.  And one informs me today, that, yes infact, the shower has been put to good use the last couple days.  And I quote, "Just think each time you step into the shower, your stepping into my Love Juices."  *Cringe*  You sick as mofo!  Keep that shit to yourself! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've gained like a TON of weight, I guess thats what happens when you bearly have enough time to sleep, and your favorite food lately has been anything.. Ice cream, chocolate cookies, chips, taco bell (yummy nacho cheese potato burrito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone back to work at Allstate!  Mr. Boss man asked me back, and I jumped at the chance.. Good bye fat bastard!  Lets just say, I'm no longer to the point I want to jab my eyes out and cry anymore.  I'm so happy I don't have to listen to, I'm the greatest, what are you buying me for lunch... blah blah blah blah!  A week after I left, they called and asked me back.. SHOVE THAT JOB UP YOUR BOOTY, fat bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chopped off alllllll my hair!  I went pasted my shoulders, and it is quickly growing out, I need a trim and a high light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm now 25, and its kinda freaking me out.  I'm 25, and not too sure what I have to show for it.  Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2010 I have some good goal, and hope that I can make all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)  Get Highered at my extership, or find a job in the medical field fast!&lt;br /&gt;2.) Get back on a regular work out schedule, which will include, spin class.. *Hopefully*&lt;br /&gt;3.) Get my LOC paid off or just about paid off&lt;br /&gt;4.) Get rid of my NASTY roommates! haha&lt;br /&gt;5.) Take time a breath, and ask for help when I need it.  Also, not hold my feelings in...&lt;br /&gt;6.) Post more offten... I need to!  Lets start out like 4 times a week.  I think I can handle that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is a good start.  I'll add as I keep thinking.  People will not stop calling in right now, still have to answer the phone even though I'm on a break.. ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-4143945617629411073?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4143945617629411073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=4143945617629411073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4143945617629411073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4143945617629411073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2010/01/yes-i-know-its-been-while.html' title='Yes.. I know its been a while.'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8153311046243718643</id><published>2009-09-18T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:52:32.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of july'/><title type='text'>Some updated pictures.. Finally!</title><content type='html'>Long time no picts.. I know, I know.  These pictures are all the way from 4th of July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVGTYRvGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7xBDP7sFldU/s1600-h/ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880283895905378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVGTYRvGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7xBDP7sFldU/s320/ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Driving around in the jeep... At this point, I thought I had lost my bathing suit, or left it at my hizzy.. Only to drive down to my hizzy, and it not be in my drawer.. We drove back to Bens.. It was in my bag... Yep, I always take the cake for being in air head.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVGCdRuaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_a4g542aDAo/s1600-h/ben+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 97px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880279353473442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVGCdRuaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/_a4g542aDAo/s320/ben+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us trying to act normal, we try.. But fail, all the time!  My mom took us out on the boat.. It was fun, but as we were leaving, Ben was like, wow, your right Jimmy doesn't drive the boat, he just puts around... Needless to say we were happy to be on the water cooling down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVFEVN3II/AAAAAAAAAPM/mav_BuKgsoM/s1600-h/ben2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880262676667522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVFEVN3II/AAAAAAAAAPM/mav_BuKgsoM/s320/ben2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're dorks, yes. &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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVFRtTV5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/5qORHiE0AuM/s1600-h/ben+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382880266267350930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVFRtTV5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/5qORHiE0AuM/s320/ben+3.jpg" /&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/7208247616864249386-8153311046243718643?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8153311046243718643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8153311046243718643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8153311046243718643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8153311046243718643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-updated-pictures-finally.html' title='Some updated pictures.. Finally!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SrPVGTYRvGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7xBDP7sFldU/s72-c/ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5772079734473521477</id><published>2009-09-18T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:41:48.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phobias'/><title type='text'>I have a weird phobia...</title><content type='html'>It prevented me from sleeping even a little bit last night...  I wanted to tell Ben about it last night, but I didn't in fear he'd laugh at me... Silly me, I should have known that he wouldn't make TOO much fun of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that you guys can't make fun of me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get weirded out when the bed's mattress is away from the frame and or wall... Meaning, if the bed is away from the wall I can't sleep.  I know at my hizzy, I don't have this problem, because the bed is ALWAYS right up agains the frame.  But last night at Bens house, the bed wasn't, and the pillows that I usually have stuffed down there, were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wake up and tell him, but I didn't think it was worth waking him up, and making him push the mattress back.  Everytime I got even close to the opening, I'd wake up.  So then I'd scoot further down.  It was an on going battle, that I was loosing, and I didn't get any sleep last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. This morning I learned a lesson this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something in preventing you from sleeping, fix it... Not matter what... And if you tell someone, they might not make toooo much fun of you, they might suggest more Pillows!!!  Which I can defiantly handle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5772079734473521477?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5772079734473521477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5772079734473521477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5772079734473521477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5772079734473521477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-weird-phobia.html' title='I have a weird phobia...'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3074345375062421796</id><published>2009-07-22T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:19:39.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DeVinchi'/><title type='text'>Besties in the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmePeF6S9UI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RsxRuSTX3pI/s1600-h/besties+in+the+park.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361411628553401666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmePeF6S9UI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RsxRuSTX3pI/s320/besties+in+the+park.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, I bring you another picture, from DeVinchi Aka Ashlee!  Since the weather has been nice she has decided to draw us a picture in the park.. I just don't know where she gets her talents from, but they are quite amazing if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I showed these great drawings to the BF, and he said that we have too much time on our hands.. Phhhsssss, right!  We just like to let our creative juices flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3074345375062421796?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3074345375062421796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3074345375062421796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3074345375062421796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3074345375062421796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/besties-in-park.html' title='Besties in the park'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmePeF6S9UI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RsxRuSTX3pI/s72-c/besties+in+the+park.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8822342433076307698</id><published>2009-07-21T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:08:01.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive in&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>WAS NOT GOOD... Ben and I went and seen it on Friday night at the drive in's... But I totally do not reccomend wasting your time and seeing this movie... it was a let down, compaired to the book.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! The drive in's are totally worth going to see, you get to see two moves at the price of $15.00 for two people.. for two movies!  And they the latest and greatest!  Just bring your own snacks because those like the movie theaters, cost an arm and a leg... The first time Ben and I went, we orginally had a water, a soda, and like 3 candys.. with $15 smackaroo's.. well, we walked out with only the two drinks and 1 candy... and they only take cash.. No debt or credit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8822342433076307698?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8822342433076307698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8822342433076307698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8822342433076307698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8822342433076307698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8418078459991967774</id><published>2009-07-21T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:03:50.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><title type='text'>More Drawings from the Bestie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmZI7EhzWSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qehfKpDx8q8/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361052586096154914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmZI7EhzWSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qehfKpDx8q8/s320/baby.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So.. My bestie has graced us all with another great picture!  This on is of her unborne child.. Named Mexi Nugget!  If you are wondering, yes, this is her last ultra sound! hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Bestie is the next Pasco! Or DaVinchi... Shes the great!&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/7208247616864249386-8418078459991967774?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8418078459991967774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8418078459991967774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8418078459991967774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8418078459991967774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-drawings-from-bestie.html' title='More Drawings from the Bestie'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmZI7EhzWSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/qehfKpDx8q8/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-4705978197972020525</id><published>2009-07-17T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:31:33.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><title type='text'>My bestie is the best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmEJMDdMABI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UliohBadfuc/s1600-h/hooker+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359575134238408722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmEJMDdMABI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UliohBadfuc/s320/hooker+convo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I'm having stressfull days like today, I get this.... Which is awesome!  That is why bestie is the best!&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/7208247616864249386-4705978197972020525?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4705978197972020525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=4705978197972020525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4705978197972020525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4705978197972020525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-bestie-is-best.html' title='My bestie is the best!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SmEJMDdMABI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UliohBadfuc/s72-c/hooker+convo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-2524310022750328429</id><published>2009-07-17T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:34:46.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EKG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fun times at School</title><content type='html'>So... As many know I'm going to school to be a Medical Assistant... What you don't know, when we start doing back office work, we have to practice on each other... Like shots, temp, urine samples, the whole 9 yards...  Knowing this I signed up for the class.. Well yesterday, I voluntered to get an EKG done. (Don't ask what it stands for, cuz I have no clue) (It has something to do with your heart) Well to do this in class, they have you totally shirtless... Yes... &lt;em&gt;SHIRTLESS.... &lt;/em&gt;But get this.... I had pasties on... I know what your thinking... Oh did you have hearts, stars, or beer mugs?? The answer to that my friend is no... I had gaus, with medical tape... Hot, right??? I'm thinking of inventing a new brand of pastes!  I think they will be a hot item... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm laying on the exam table.. with my pastys, and my open paper shirt... that covers nothing.. Guess who get to put all the little sticky things on me so they can hook me up to a machine... The BIGGEST GAY guy ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-2524310022750328429?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2524310022750328429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=2524310022750328429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2524310022750328429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2524310022750328429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times-at-school.html' title='Fun times at School'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5531454669091967706</id><published>2009-07-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:28:01.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getto girl'/><title type='text'>Attack of Getto Girl~</title><content type='html'>Thats right.. Getto girl attacked.... Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time she cornered Elise.. A fellow classmate that I sit by.. More or Less partner in crime!  Well started going off on Elise, how the only people she talks badly about is our group... More or less, just Elise and I... Because get this.. We filp dirty looks at the girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st off  I'm in flipn high school, and I don't like to be reffered to as groups/ clicks... What the F*ck ever girl... Your Getto Ass, resorts to grouping... Of course.. Welfare Dependent... I'm paying for your ass to go to school, and I can bearly afford me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all.... I stopped looking at you wayyyyyyy long time ago, for the simple reason, I can get Harry and the Hendersons out of my head.. I want to laugh each time I see you.. Or hear you speak with your lisp... Plus the evil looks you give me, I can't handle them... So I try at all cost NOT to look at you... Your too much of a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd of all... (I don't have one)  (just thought it sounded good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5531454669091967706?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5531454669091967706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5531454669091967706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5531454669091967706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5531454669091967706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/attack-of-getto-girl.html' title='Attack of Getto Girl~'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3010586076986613217</id><published>2009-07-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:23:04.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sissors'/><title type='text'>Sissors + Maddy = OH NO!</title><content type='html'>Well... My niece Maddy taught my sister a lession.  Never leave her alone with sissors.  She proved all it takes is one second, to grab the sissors and cut your own hair.  Heather turned her back to make a phone call to pay a bill, you know the responsible thing to do, and came back to find my niece with her head bent over, and her hair missing... Heather asked her if she cut her hair, and she lied.. "No mom! I didn't!"  So she asked Maddy where she put the hair... She just left it on the bench.. didn't even try and hide it... So what's Heather do? Grab her husbands buzzer, and tells Maddy, okay, come here, lets fix it!  It was sooooo funny listening to her on the phone.. She was crying.. She knew what she did... I have picts, just wait!  My lab top is down, has been for a couple of days... Grrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3010586076986613217?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3010586076986613217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3010586076986613217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3010586076986613217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3010586076986613217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/sissors-maddy-oh-no.html' title='Sissors + Maddy = OH NO!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3241476983787610731</id><published>2009-07-15T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:45:29.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pulling Ashlee'/><title type='text'>Pulling an Ashlee... is Lucky!</title><content type='html'>Way back a while ago, I worked with one of my Besties.. Ashlee.  One day she comes in and said I put my underware on inside out.. From that day forward, it has been known as pulling an Ashlee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now any time you put your undies on inside out, just say, I pulled an Ashlee... Well the other day, or should I say the weekend that I was all sorts of clumys.. I pulled the ultimite Ashlee.  I went to school with my scrubs COMPELTLY INSIDE out... I didn't even notice it, until I was at school... It wasn't until I felt the seems and was like this doesn't feel right... Thats because DUH.. It wasn't!  I like to argue and say, well I was in a hurry.. But I wasn't... I was taking my sweet as time... I was just pulling an Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Yesterday while at work, I was telling a fellow co-worker, what I did.. and she tells me, "you know thats lucky, right?  Anytime you put your underware on inside out, its supposed to be lucky.. And well, you put your pants on inside out, so you must have been really lucky that day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment and pondered this.... I no longer have to feel like a door knob, when pulling an Ashlee, cuz its Lucky... Just imagine, all those times you've pulled an Ashlee and you didn't realize it, you must of needed the luck that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3241476983787610731?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3241476983787610731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3241476983787610731' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3241476983787610731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3241476983787610731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/pulling-ashlee-is-lucky.html' title='Pulling an Ashlee... is Lucky!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3628176099460925357</id><published>2009-07-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:29:05.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In sad news.... Ethil, the fish has passed away...  I came home yesterday, after being gone all weekend, to find her facing upside down and stuck to the filter... I only cried for a minute before I flushed her... Then I called my sister to tell her the sad news... She told me to flush the other one... and leave it in the toilet for Amanda.  It would have been funny!  But I didn't do it... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather has had some obession with flushing my fish.. She was only too happy to have one of them die! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3628176099460925357?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3628176099460925357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3628176099460925357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3628176099460925357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3628176099460925357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-1267816522916582118</id><published>2009-07-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:59:36.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farting'/><title type='text'>I Think We Should Go Back a Step</title><content type='html'>When I can't sleep I make Ben stay up with me, and we talk.... He has not problem falling right asleep, but me... Some times it just doesn't happen.  Last night I asked him, what did he think our next step would be??  He didn't have a clue, so I left it at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today he told me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the unimaginable!  I farted infront of him.. Thats right, I farted... It wasn't a loud one.. It was the dangerous SPD.... We were wresling around on the bed, I couldn't hold it in anymore.. Normally this is fine, I fart and it doesn't stink.. But this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It STUNK... BAD... He stops picking on me and asks, did you just fart????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Ummmm... Uhhhhh... Yes... I couldn't hold it in any longer... I didn't think it would be stinky!  besides.. You do it all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple minutes the stench goes away, and we start picking on each other again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its almost time for him to go to work, so we go and jump in the shower....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens again.... I farted in the shower... and its a stinky one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when he says, I think we should go back a step.... To when you would fart in the bathroom and not let me in... I liked that step!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-1267816522916582118?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1267816522916582118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=1267816522916582118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1267816522916582118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1267816522916582118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-we-should-go-back-step.html' title='I Think We Should Go Back a Step'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7212727346885215334</id><published>2009-07-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:10:55.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Getto girl'/><title type='text'>I might get shanked!</title><content type='html'>Thats right.. I might get shanked from Getto girl at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people you can just look at and know, they are Getto... that they are living off the state.. that you and I pay for them.. and they have no intentions of getting off the state.. They are dead beats... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls in my class, is this girl... Getto girl... Oh, and did I mention that she looks like Harry from Harry and the Hendersons????  Yep, you heard me right, she looks like a big ass Sasquash.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last Thursday we had a mid term... Getto girl started going off and yelling and screaming... I've been tired of the way this girl is, so I said, Seriously how about we be quite... she kept on going on, so I said it again...  The next thing I know, I hear Getto girl, "Oh, no she didn't!" "Oh she bes not be talkn' to me" She knew damn well, I was talking to her.. She just kept on going on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh you dumb ass.. Your the loudest person in class.... and the most getto one at that... sitting there talking about the tracks in your hair.. about getting your moneys worth from your current weave.. You know what they say.. The bigger the "O" the bigger the HOE... And those hoops, they touch your shoulder.. Now, what does that say about you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know one thing is for sure, Getto girl is not touch my arms when we start learning how to take blood.. For.get.that.shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note.. My Mid term grade was...... Drum roll please......... at 96%!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7212727346885215334?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7212727346885215334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7212727346885215334' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7212727346885215334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7212727346885215334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-might-get-shanked.html' title='I might get shanked!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-641706402637144213</id><published>2009-07-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:55:24.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banana bread'/><title type='text'>Family fun</title><content type='html'>Grandma invited Ben and I over for dinner.. We love Grandma's cooking!  She had a bunch of stuff made, Aunt Lina, Uncle dave, amy and her son JJ were over..  Good times.. I ran around with JJ, Ben told him to keep on running to ware me out so I'll go right to bed.. What a butt!  By the time we were leaving, my Aunt was telling me that we needed to get married, and that if he didn't propose, then she was going to do it for us.. She said finally, someone who is just as stange as us! haha... It is true, it is amazing that he fits right in, because we are a bunch of nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my littlest sister turned 18.. Yep! The big one 18... I'm happy for her, she is finally legal!  My oh so nice mother got her a car! Sure, lets get the daughter that hasn't graduated high school, has a 3 week old, has no job, lets reward her with a car!  Way to go!  I can't be mad at her because me mom is a dumby and gives her anything so she will not ruin her bar time..  We went and played Bingo.. It was okay, but way tooo long.. We didn't win anything either.. We were a bunch of loosers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kent Korna Kopa days were today, we go every year.. But it is the same thing every year, nothing changes.. Not a damn thing... The Pirates scare my Legal sister... But then again, a lot of things scare her!  She can't even order something on her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has kinda sucked, because I didn't even get oneday to spend with Ben.. We have completly different days off.  Infact he is at work right now.  But I have dinner made for him, and Banana bread is cooking right now...   For dinner, I made chicken, and mashed yams, and a califlower blend.. I used waaaaaay tooo much garlic, next time I know not to use as much.  Ben's brother Zach, said if I was a vampire he'd be dead right now!  Opps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that vampires don't die from garlic.. haha, Twilight, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep up with my blogging... I'm going to try and do it every day!  Lets see how long this one lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-641706402637144213?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/641706402637144213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=641706402637144213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/641706402637144213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/641706402637144213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/family-fun.html' title='Family fun'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5893471196543174148</id><published>2009-07-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:11:34.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention how PIMP I am?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pay day! Waaaahoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was being Ben's sugar Momma, we needed to get a new computer screen... We went good ol' Walmart.. And guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the name brand Dell Screen for $98.00, regularly $124.00..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, they put the screens in the wrong place, and so I got it for the $98.00 price.. It was such a good deal!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5893471196543174148?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5893471196543174148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5893471196543174148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5893471196543174148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5893471196543174148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-i-mention-how-pimp-i-am.html' title='Did I mention how PIMP I am?'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-2670474823889751574</id><published>2009-07-11T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:20:38.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi Master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clumsy girl'/><title type='text'>I'm the clumsy girl...</title><content type='html'>I'm the girl that is always tripping over her own feet... Can't chew gum and walk at the same time.. and the best yet.. I fall up stairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night, I had one of those clumsy days.. It started at dinner and carried over to lets just say the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner last night we went to my favorite place.. Sushi Town!  If you have not yet been there you must, must go!  It is sooo yummy.. And its not all raw, most of it is cooked!  They have little stars by the stuff that is raw.. I have just started to go outside my comfort zone and at least try the raw stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is growing on me.. Little by little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since Ben and I love sushi, and we both have been pretty broke, well I told him, I'd be his sugar momma for the night and take him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once we were able to go right to the bar, all you can eat!  My mouth was watering.. It tates soooo good! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy behind the counter ask, hey, what do you want to start off with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have to think.. Willis please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time our sushi is almost done, we get our water... Mine I put right in front of me.. Right in front of me...   The Sushi Master hands Ben his sushi first roll.. and then procceds to hand me mine.. Grabing it was okay... Lowering it to infront of me so I can feed my face is a different problem.. The plate catches on my water glass... and before I know it, the water is just flowing out.. all over me... it was like the never ending flow of water... It just kept on coming...  And of course it makes the biggest noise ever, and what do I do.. I just laugh.. and sit there.. in my soaked white shirt.. and pants.. Yep.. I decided to ware a white shirt... Luckly I work the cute little tank under neather that was a bright color.. The whole place was staring at me... I didn't care, things happen expcially to me... The nice waitress brought me over napkins, and the sushi master handed me a rag... they also all clapped for me too... It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got all cleaned up, it was finally time to eat my sushi.. I tucked my napkin in to my shirt.. you know, to protect my already wet clothing... The Sushi Master tells me, it's not going to help you, it needs to be water proof for you! haha... I just smiled, what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't opened my chop sticks yet, can you guess what happened next? Yep, dropped those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't stop there.. I dropped the hot curling iron this morning in the trash... Dropped the keys down the stairs.. and dropped my hair spraying protector stuff, the bottle opened and spilled out all over the floor, at bens house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what other things I can do to myself today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-2670474823889751574?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2670474823889751574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=2670474823889751574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2670474823889751574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2670474823889751574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-clumsy-girl.html' title='I&apos;m the clumsy girl...'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6920641815599744960</id><published>2009-07-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:26:30.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriouly Lady</title><content type='html'>Seriously Lady......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F**K DID I DO TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.. Not a damn thing... And your dumb, mother fliping, ass has to call me and yell at me.. Really.. Thats awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not my damn fault that you got a rental car that was nasty... We don't provide them, they are a service that you can choose... Well, geeze, I didn't do your paper work on your new car, and your address was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO PROOF READ IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS! Its not my fault that you have to go to the DMV now and get your registration.. Nope, not mine at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your car in for service and didn't get your windsheild washed?  Your b*tching about that too... Would you like me to wipe your A** too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. what the F*ck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the person you should be mad at, so why take it out on me?  It would be like me calling your dumb ass and complaining to you, and being pissed off at you, and saying all that shit about something that totally isn't your fault...   Like me calling my cell phone company and complaining about my cable not working... Are you that freakn dumb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say, I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do, I've done all I can.. Should you still go on? And yell... eh, sure... why not... NO YOU STUPID F**K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a migrane... and my other sister in the hospital, ready to have a baby... and I have a final for school.... So I will not be able to make it to the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip lady, there are more important things to worry about in the world.  Screw off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6920641815599744960?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6920641815599744960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6920641815599744960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6920641815599744960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6920641815599744960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriouly-lady.html' title='Seriouly Lady'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-1488077555553970854</id><published>2009-05-23T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:03:21.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>I think I'm dieing</title><content type='html'>I.SO.DO.NOT.FEEL.WELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Wednesday night.... Or around 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work, working along, and all of a sudden my back muscles started to hurt... and ache... I was like weird... huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is time to get off work I'm in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pain, and I walk out to my car like a zombie.  I so much wanted to go home, but I had school that night... I thought, no biggy, I'm not going to miss school for a cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get to school with about 45  minutes to spare, so I have enough time to read my book, catch up on assignments or my favorite, curl up in the back seat and take a nap.  Wednesday was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a goof crawling into the back and taking a nap, but really, I work full time and go to school full time, so I dont care!  Making sure I set my alarm, I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I say fall asleep, I mean my alarm woke me up and I was &lt;em&gt;DROOLING&lt;/em&gt;.  Thats right, drooling, a over myself.. i woke up and whiped the drool off myself.. and didn't want to move any further... It was that bad... Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to class only to find the whole class with masks on.. the whole darn class got sick.. in one day!  We were all fine the day before then all of a sudden.. WHAM!  We are achey and feverish, and look like something from the dead...  Even the teacher was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why any of us were there was because we had a test... Damn test!  By the time the test is over my fever is so high, and i'm crying.. but you can't really tell because my masks hides it pretty well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the test and left... Nope, not staying around to find out my grade.. peace out dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the drive home, I called my mom crying.... I should have been driving.. I felt that bad... I ened up making it to the Wendys in Bonney lake.. and waited for my Prince.  My mom was on her way with medican, and was trying to convince me that I should go to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me knows... I Hate going to the doctors!  No filpn thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ben found me, I was crying, had a fever, and could bearly move to get into Bens Jeep.  The pain was that bad... With  him I didn't have a choice, I was going to the hospital and that was that.  No, if , ands, or buts.   I was going.  Right before we got to the hospital, my mom gave me tynol, with in the end made my fever calm down, but made me not a high priorty for the hospital to see.  My fever there was 100.7... my normal body temp is about 95. something.. thats why I'm always so damn cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being there for about 4 hours, it was after 10pm.. I hadn't eating anything, and the tynol was doing its job... With 7 people a head of me, we said peace out bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a horriable cough... can bearly breath, a head ache that comes and goes.. AND i have to put up with Zach telling me i have the swine flu... Not to mention the day I stayed home from work and school, everyone was telling how hot I looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the duck up people! I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did have a great doctor... His name is Ben, I like to call him doctor Nazi.. he made sure I took my medican, and drank all my liquids.. the whole 10 yards.. I'm happy he was there for me.. and my whinny sicky self.. he really is a great guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-1488077555553970854?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1488077555553970854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=1488077555553970854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1488077555553970854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1488077555553970854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-im-dieing.html' title='I think I&apos;m dieing'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7803634230167592568</id><published>2009-04-03T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:27:10.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Studio'/><title type='text'>Good thing about having a Studio??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It takes no time at all to clean...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the longest part is cleaning the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep,&lt;br /&gt;It is Friday night and I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Why may you ask,&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is coming home, and well I want to make sure everything in perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the Studio,&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the jeep&lt;br /&gt;(lets face it.. the last person to wash it was Zach... BACK IN AUGUST)&lt;br /&gt;Opps!&lt;br /&gt;I need to go shopping, I want to find something perfect to ware...&lt;br /&gt;I have an idea, but I don't know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;Shopping buddy is needed for this, the only problem is trying to find someone who can go the hours that I work..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... My schedule is flipn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a surprise for him to.&lt;br /&gt;I started getting pieces of it ready tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I'd tell everyone what it is, but see...&lt;br /&gt;The Mister reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a picture the night he is on the plane.. that way I know he can't figure out, or see it!&lt;br /&gt;It is a super good idea too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so stuffy lately..&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired of it, my nose runs like a facet.&lt;br /&gt;So.. what do I do? &lt;br /&gt;This isn't pretty, but I don't care.. I stick tissue up my nose, because it gets so raw from blowing it that I can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Can't look hot all the time!&lt;br /&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/7208247616864249386-7803634230167592568?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7803634230167592568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7803634230167592568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7803634230167592568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7803634230167592568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-thing-about-having-studio.html' title='Good thing about having a Studio??'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5757918881103737441</id><published>2009-04-03T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:11:19.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who I'm gonna see in concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SdaIun6K_gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nqaz4s8PCtY/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320590344353152514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SdaIun6K_gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nqaz4s8PCtY/s320/new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would so be NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have loved them since I was little *swoon*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I missed them the last time they were in town, in November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend came home from the army, and lets just say got a little toooo dunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So this time around, I'm keeping my promise to my sister and we are going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Along with Amanda, and one of her coworkers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can say is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, oh, ooohh, the right stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might need to brush up on my NKOTB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5757918881103737441?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5757918881103737441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5757918881103737441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5757918881103737441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5757918881103737441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-who-im-gonna-see-in-concert.html' title='Guess who I&apos;m gonna see in concert!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SdaIun6K_gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nqaz4s8PCtY/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-2418134944643895361</id><published>2009-03-23T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:26:54.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coach Purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cards'/><title type='text'>As Promised.... The Purse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have finally found the battery charger to my camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I posted before Ben had sent me a package for Valentines day.. It came a couple of days earlier, and I wasn't allowed to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Valentines actually came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it did that Saturday morning, I had no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben called right at 9am like he said he would, we were going to open our presents together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSICwrKQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/p9G71h4lELk/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSICwrKQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/p9G71h4lELk/s320/DSC02357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316448920755972354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSQ4PehMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/16HVPBIHmAA/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSQ4PehMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/16HVPBIHmAA/s320/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316449072551199938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSZ6FjqhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/R2LNxqEbbvk/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSZ6FjqhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/R2LNxqEbbvk/s320/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316449227665287698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSkfxC2oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/K26h9hi7bgM/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSkfxC2oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/K26h9hi7bgM/s320/DSC02360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316449409578490498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the pretty blue on the inside???&lt;br /&gt;The only words out of my mouth, were no you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Oh no you, didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Oh you did!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life would I have thought I'd be the proud owner of a real coach purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had my camera charged at the time, because I also got Roses, a bunch of purple color roses with a little purple bear, as well as a little bunch of Red roses, in a really pretty red vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received two cards... Both cards were picked out with care.  On the inside, after reading the card it's self, had a simple message, will you be my valentine?   And the other is the one that brought me to tears... It was sooo sweet what was written on the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to tell you, this was the best valentines day ever. &lt;br /&gt;And it was all done over the phone, and through boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Which was the most amazing part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side to the whole day was,&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to wrap my arms around Ben and give him a kiss!&lt;br /&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/7208247616864249386-2418134944643895361?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2418134944643895361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=2418134944643895361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2418134944643895361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2418134944643895361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-promised-purse.html' title='As Promised.... The Purse!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfSICwrKQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/p9G71h4lELk/s72-c/DSC02357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6951476073223473895</id><published>2009-03-23T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:10:15.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me take you on a tour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Welcome to My Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfMHNuRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/RXuSoDoUnO8/s1600-h/DSC02352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfMHNuRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/RXuSoDoUnO8/s320/DSC02352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316442309449041154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to my living room!  This is my tinny couch, it seats two, and fits the coffee table, what more could you want? Yes, that is color crayons, and a Ms. Piggy Piggy bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfMRUFjfpI/AAAAAAAAANc/rxqCERlvpT0/s1600-h/dsc02354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfMRUFjfpI/AAAAAAAAANc/rxqCERlvpT0/s320/dsc02354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316442482956009106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the couch we have storage.. A must! In a studio, we have books, DVD's and of course, VHS!  The TV is over in the corner.  I got this great little stand that swivels, so weather your in bed or on the couch, the TV follows you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next the Kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfM_rkHORI/AAAAAAAAANk/13PKBd3tXX0/s1600-h/DSC02348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfM_rkHORI/AAAAAAAAANk/13PKBd3tXX0/s320/DSC02348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443279532177682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfNNio-2AI/AAAAAAAAANs/Nb-L06ZYI2w/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfNNio-2AI/AAAAAAAAANs/Nb-L06ZYI2w/s320/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443517654849538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfNXSJRTKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aMH4AL1T3do/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfNXSJRTKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aMH4AL1T3do/s320/DSC02350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316443685025565858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course.. Take a look at the fridge, it has a bunch of pictures, and of course Mady's art work, along with cards that mean a lot to me... From Ben, my Mom, and Ashlee.  Next we have the actual counter space.. And why yes!  That is a now empty bottle wine that my "roomie" and I finished off last night with Tina.. We had a showing of Twilight at the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfO2QucXtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rpvZlDwS8uo/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfO2QucXtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rpvZlDwS8uo/s320/DSC02351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316445316732182226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep.. There is my Bed, complete with a night stand and a hope chest.  You can get a picture of how small of space I'm working with.. In each picture you can see something carry over from the last.  But it is cozy, and I like it.  And for $400 a month, I couldn't ask for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the walls have been hung up yet, so stay tuned.. That will be happening here in the next couple of days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost forgot!  If you needed to use the rest room, it is just right through this door...  And yes... the rug says, SHIT HAPPENS.. Because lets me honest. It does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfQE0TLb0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/jHfA_Das9TI/s1600-h/dsc02355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfQE0TLb0I/AAAAAAAAAOE/jHfA_Das9TI/s320/dsc02355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316446666311298882" 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/7208247616864249386-6951476073223473895?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6951476073223473895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6951476073223473895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6951476073223473895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6951476073223473895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-take-you-on-tour.html' title='Let me take you on a tour.'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ScfMHNuRRQI/AAAAAAAAANU/RXuSoDoUnO8/s72-c/DSC02352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6027632206594803785</id><published>2009-03-18T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:50:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I have been lost for the last couple months.  It is hard to go from making 875 twice a month, to making &lt;em&gt;about &lt;/em&gt;280 a week.  Honestly, it is sooo hard to live off that.. I'm going crazy.  Not to mention that I'm trying to save for school.  I've felt like I've been distanced from my friends because they all have great jobs, with their lives in order, and here I am feeling like I'm being left behind. I know it is only for a short while.  But still, I want to beable to see the light at the end of the tunnel.. but its so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6027632206594803785?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6027632206594803785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6027632206594803785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6027632206594803785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6027632206594803785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3569679409576057415</id><published>2009-03-18T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:42:35.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Too much??</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be taking on quite a bit of stuff here in the next coming months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaning both apartments&lt;br /&gt;3. Down sizing alot of my shiz&lt;br /&gt;4. Trying to make some money by having a garage sale&lt;br /&gt;5. Tball Coach&lt;br /&gt;6. Ben comes home&lt;br /&gt;7. School starts&lt;br /&gt;8.  My lame attempt at this sucky ass job that I have.&lt;br /&gt;9. Working out&lt;br /&gt;10. Baby showers for Both sisters.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sisters having babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that I'm taking on too much.  The main parts being: work, school, Tball Coach, working out, and having Ben home.  I think everything will work out ok.  Because if you look at it in the long run, I only work about 36 hours a week.  School will be 5 days a week, T ball coaching will be on Tuesday nights practice, and Saturday morning games.  And time with Ben will be every free minute I have.. Even if it is cooking dinner together, or falling a sleep with him. Not to metion schooling is only for 9 months, and t ball is for a couple of months.   This busy schedule isn't going to last forever, and I know that.  So I just have to keep from going crazy here in the next couple of month.  So if I call anyone crying because I'm stressed out... You all know why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3569679409576057415?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3569679409576057415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3569679409576057415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3569679409576057415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3569679409576057415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much.html' title='Too much??'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7545726162393210899</id><published>2009-03-18T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:26:31.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddy'/><title type='text'>T ball Coach!</title><content type='html'>Maddy is getting to an age where she can start to play baseball.  So Heather has stepped up to the plate, and nominated me to become her Assistant Coach!  Thats right.. I'm going to be teaching a bunch of little kids, aged to about 5 years to 6 how to play Tball... Honeslty Heather and I do not know what we are getting ourseleves into... We have coach a team before, but that was for Breannas Fastpitch team.  It is going to be different teaching 5-6 year olds.... Oh well, I'm hoping that it will become a tradition, that each year Heather and I will coach Maddy's team as she gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Maddy has a Cell phone... But she can't carry it around with her.. It is her own phone number.  Charolette complains that Heather and Justin do not answer their phones, and Justin wanted to get a new phone, so they added a line, and Maddy got the new phone number... So anytime I want to talk to my neice.. All I have to do is call her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on Blake:  Blake now has his first tooth!  He is about the cutiest boy ever!  I'll post pictures soon, so your hearts will *swoon* with me.  I went over to my sisters house to see everyone.. and well I was reading Blake's shirt, which said: "I cry when ugly people hold me" What does he do right after I read the shirt... he looks at me and starts crying... Nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7545726162393210899?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7545726162393210899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7545726162393210899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7545726162393210899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7545726162393210899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-ball-coach.html' title='T ball Coach!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8785776764241763947</id><published>2009-03-18T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:17:48.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Ok... I'm done being a smart ass...</title><content type='html'>I'll start of by saying:  This girl here... Yep! Me! I'm offically off the market!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend, and I'm more then happy to say that I'm taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting closer to him being home, and I can't be happier.  I'm going to meet him at the airport when he gets in... First thing I'm doing is throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a big juice kiss!  Thats right, the day he gets home there is going to be some major PDA.  So if any of you have a problem with it... TURN YOUR HEADS!  Then we are going to a family BBQ at his parents house.  After that.. I have the next two days off to spend with him before my life turns busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8785776764241763947?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8785776764241763947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8785776764241763947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8785776764241763947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8785776764241763947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-im-done-being-smart-ass.html' title='Ok... I&apos;m done being a smart ass...'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-387504455950637707</id><published>2009-03-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:04:47.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, ok, I'll update....</title><content type='html'>Ashlee told me to up date my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-387504455950637707?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/387504455950637707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=387504455950637707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/387504455950637707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/387504455950637707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-ok-ill-update.html' title='ok, ok, I&apos;ll update....'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6162453509661437570</id><published>2009-02-17T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:40:04.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purse'/><title type='text'>The box update!</title><content type='html'>I do have to start this off by saying, I have never, ever been so spoiled in my life!  I woke up early on Saturday because Ben was calling at 9am... I knew I needed to get up and take a shower before he called, because I'd most likely be talking to him right up until I had to leave for work.. And I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the cards first.. They were soooooooo sweet!  The messages that we wrote were the greatest, and most thoughtful words anyone has ever said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the great big box.... I opened while on the phone.. The only words I could say were, no, no you didn't... I had seen the famous C's all over the tissue paper.... I was still in shock... Ben had gotten me my very own coach purse..  The purse is beautiful... Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever even thought that I'd own a Coach purse... He defiantly blew me away!  He also said that I had two more boxes coming... At that point, I was still speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30 I needed to get off the phone, because as you know work calls my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, there were a big box and a smaller box.... The smaller box had had a bunch of red roses... just a tiny bunch, but oh so pretty.... and the bigger box had purplish roses in them.. The were almost the same color that he had bought before he left... I'd post pictures, but I forgot my camera in a friends car... So don't worry... Pictures will be coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't know that the flowers came with little notes... I had no idea.... until the next day when I was cleaning up the house... The messages that were wrote on those were oh so very sweet... it almost brought me to tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to day, is that he is the sweetest... most greatest guy ever..... I don't know how lucky I got, but I'm glad that we met......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6162453509661437570?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6162453509661437570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6162453509661437570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6162453509661437570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6162453509661437570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/box-update.html' title='The box update!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7656715132280029757</id><published>2009-02-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:29:42.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't today be tomorrow???</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Valentines day!!!  I want it to be today because I have a box that is screaming my name.... I rec'd it on Wednesday... Grrrr.... I want to open it now!  But I promised Ben that I wouldn't open it until tomorrow... So I want to open it so bad!  It is getting closer and closer to him being home, but I want it to be APRIL now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7656715132280029757?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7656715132280029757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7656715132280029757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7656715132280029757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7656715132280029757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-cant-today-be-tomorrow.html' title='Why can&apos;t today be tomorrow???'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3593540420197743409</id><published>2009-02-12T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:26:43.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SZRbUbedI1I/AAAAAAAAALc/Dhk22rELbg8/s1600-h/nurse.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SZRbUbedI1I/AAAAAAAAALc/Dhk22rELbg8/s320/nurse.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301963067852923730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I and this picture have in common???  Well, I have decided to go back to school, to be come a medical assistant!  I'm tired of these stupid, lame as, dead end, going no where jobs... I've always wanted to take the course, but I never got the chance... So next month on March 9th, I will be a Pima Medical Assistant Student...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3593540420197743409?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3593540420197743409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3593540420197743409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3593540420197743409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3593540420197743409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a secret...'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SZRbUbedI1I/AAAAAAAAALc/Dhk22rELbg8/s72-c/nurse.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5649561663002964744</id><published>2009-02-11T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:38:38.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work today??</title><content type='html'>Nope.. They called and said they didn't want me to start til tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is now soooo clean!  Even the fishy's got a clean tank!!  That's what started all the cleaning.  But now I feel better about the house being clean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rec'd a package today too.. But I promised him I wouldn't open it until Saturday.. Why can't it be Saturday??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5649561663002964744?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5649561663002964744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5649561663002964744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5649561663002964744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5649561663002964744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-today.html' title='Work today??'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7859162196740879295</id><published>2009-02-09T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:59:15.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Friends</title><content type='html'>I have great friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how poopy my birthday was this year... SO my great friends decided to do a make up birthday... We were supposed to go to Leavenworth, but with me being unemployed I had to cancel the trip...  Sad times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I since I'm no longer working, Ashlee and I haven't been able to hang out as much.. or talk as much.. So she asked me if I wanted to come over and watch a movie this weekend...  I was like sure.. we have some catching up to do!  But I let her know that I had to go to my cousins baby shower first, but I should be out at her house by 6.... Right, I didn't even get into Bonney Lake until 6pm...  And the baby shower started at 1pm...  That was one LONG baby shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to Ashlee's house, the lights were off.. I was thinking weird... so when I walked up to the front door, Ash finally turned on the lights... I walk into the house, and streamers were hung in the house...  I was like, why are streamers hanging up??  Ashlee said Brandon did it, he likes it...  Know both Brandon and Ashlee for a while, hearing this didn't surprise me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I went walking in all the way, to my surprise Marti and Daylene (sorry if I spelled it wrong.. I really tried to find the right way) were there, and waiting to scream surprise!  Let me tell you they sure did surprise me, in a good and fun way!!  They had went all out.. We made little pizzas... We even had goodie bags.. Filled with sex stuff, and my glow in the dark cap.. I can't wait to ware it!!  They had brought over so much wine, it was some good shizz....  The cake that they bought, was absolutely amazing!  They had a barbie man naked on a bear skin rug... haha it was great!  and funny!  I even had my own pimp cup...  I drank lots of sparkles that night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad, because I left early... I wasn't feeling very good.... But I want the three girls that went way out of their way, that I thank them very much!!! and that it was the best make up birthday ever!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7859162196740879295?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7859162196740879295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7859162196740879295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7859162196740879295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7859162196740879295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-friends.html' title='Great Friends'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-2565822570320727883</id><published>2009-02-08T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:37:36.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De.....</title><content type='html'>Pressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..... A little.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping a lot in, because I don't want to complain to anyone... I don't want to be that person that is bitching about her life... When honestly, there is so much worse things going on right now...  I feel like I'm being weighed down by all the stuff I've been keeping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been unemployed.  Yep, this down economy has gotten to me... I've been looking for new jobs.. Possibly a new career... Right now I'd love to have a new career, rather then a new job... But right now I think that I'm just going to have to go with a job.  I've been offered two jobs so far.  Yes.. Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Working for Dollar Wise, one of those check cashing/ payday loan places.  I wouldn't have minded working there for a while, but... Honestly, $9.00 per hour... I can't live off $9.00 per hour.  That would barely be enough for my apartment, the jeep, car insurance, and the cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Working for this car lot... it is an extra $1.00 an hour.  Yes.. A whole dollar... What will I be doing???  I'll be calling your ass, trying to get you to come into the car lot, and if they make a sale of you, then I get extra money.  They say that with the commissions, that I'll be making about the same that I was at Allstate... That's cool.. but do you see any light at the end of this tunnel?  There is no long term, stability in this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I'm going to do... I want to work, but should I hold out and hope for something better... Unemployment is going to be paying just slightly worse then what those jobs are going to be paying... So what should I do?  I know with the car lot, I'd be able to hold on to my apartment just a little longer... If I went on unemployment, I know with out a doubt, I'd need to find another place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place to live??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one new years resolution this year, was to not move... Not once because, I've spent so much time moving... Picking up everything and moving... Last year it was 5 times.. I don't want it to be another 5 times this year.. I wanted to stay in one spot.  I actually have my name on a mail box.. To some people that it small.. but to me, that is huge... HUGE...  And now, I might get it taken away...  Where am I going to live??? I can't go back to Mommy's house... To many animals, and my sister is prego...  I don't want to be in the way of what they are going through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the path that I have been on, has been changed... and things are going to be a little bit rocky...  I know I will come out of this standing strong.. but right now it just seems so hard.  And talking to people about it is even harder.  I don't want to be the downer in a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm really looking for out of all this is something that it stable... I want to be stable... It is something that I've never really ever had...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-2565822570320727883?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2565822570320727883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=2565822570320727883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2565822570320727883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2565822570320727883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/02/de.html' title='De.....'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6903693198802275097</id><published>2009-01-15T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:40:15.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Tired?</title><content type='html'>That would be me.. I got up early this morning and went to breakfast with Ashlee... And now because of a very unhealthy breakfast, (eggs Benedict)(with masive amount to potatoes)  I want to curl up and go back to bed!  I can't stop yawning.. Grrrrr!  She woke me up in mid dream, don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I know, or at least I think it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the last two weeks, I have worked out at least 3-4 times a week.  And every time this week, almost all of the damn machines are taken... These people and their new years resolutions, half of them are going to quit by Valentines day.. They take up the tread mill and walk... at a slow pace... even a granny, in a walker could go faster then them!  Seriously... if walking is all you want to do, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;go be a mall walker.. you can window shop, weave in and out of people like an obstcal course... Just get off the darn machines!  If I wasn't so afraid of the dark, I'd be outside running... But since I am, I'm stuck waiting for you to get finished "working" out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell.. I'm a little grummy... And tired... and sick of my boss... grrrrr.  Maybe I'll get off work earlier and go and work out... And maybe slow ass people will not be there yet....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6903693198802275097?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6903693198802275097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6903693198802275097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6903693198802275097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6903693198802275097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/whos-tired.html' title='Who&apos;s Tired?'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5021016379477902592</id><published>2009-01-11T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:44:37.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No job?  We take you drinking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwpqZ4t6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0Xm1dIq0X0U/s1600-h/dsc02257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwpqZ4t6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0Xm1dIq0X0U/s320/dsc02257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234942104057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Change anyone?  With all of us being broke hoe's I had to resort to change in order to go out.. That is how the night started.. I really didn't want to cash in all my change, but when a friend is in need, ya got to do what ya got to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwqcnoxEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ooDunP3uSrU/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwqcnoxEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ooDunP3uSrU/s320/DSC02258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234955583505474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we had our yummy Mexican, we went to a martini bar!  Yummy in my tummy.. they were so tastey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwqpB4xBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DzjqOgIs_Fo/s1600-h/DSC02259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwqpB4xBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DzjqOgIs_Fo/s320/DSC02259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234958914831378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwsrlm9UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oCVs3eEXTz4/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwsrlm9UI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oCVs3eEXTz4/s320/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234993961268546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered this little feller here ( the one with the umbrella) after my first martini.. after tasting it, I decided if I drank it, there would be no one to drive us.. That thing was SO strong... There was no way I could handle it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzhEkUnyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Me5U32hNyx4/s1600-h/DSC02280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzhEkUnyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Me5U32hNyx4/s320/DSC02280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290238093043212066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The umbrella was a hit.. Looking hot Katie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzB20_olI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XufN-gBpSUI/s1600-h/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzB20_olI/AAAAAAAAAKk/XufN-gBpSUI/s320/DSC02275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237556779098706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally not what you think... the bottle was empty!  Cooks at a normal store, is about $5, at the Martini bar this little bottle cost you $16...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzBpCJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nr8zwQYWY_M/s1600-h/DSC02274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzBpCJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nr8zwQYWY_M/s320/DSC02274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237553076204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzg1kzZ4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZvJwE_WBv58/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzg1kzZ4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZvJwE_WBv58/s320/DSC02278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290238089018697602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee likes to like things when drunk... Katie was able to pull away.. But that poor fry got the worst of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyMERHN4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeA4zHVDBbw/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyMERHN4I/AAAAAAAAAKE/QeA4zHVDBbw/s320/DSC02271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290236632673761154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyLR3QhdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/V8IxVL62tFM/s1600-h/DSC02269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyLR3QhdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/V8IxVL62tFM/s320/DSC02269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290236619143546322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyK_MzXNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mRsdKzXdyGM/s1600-h/DSC02268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyK_MzXNI/AAAAAAAAAJs/mRsdKzXdyGM/s320/DSC02268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290236614133636306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzCfCzzGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Z6ymu78FpBE/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzCfCzzGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Z6ymu78FpBE/s320/DSC02277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237567574461538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katie was texting naughty things to her BF.. We were getting a kick out of it... Sometimes, the things girls talk about are worse then boys... Trust me.. WORSE!  What kind of night would it be unless, we had the normal shocker, and peace sign thrown up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzAnzak8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7guOqsQPQuI/s1600-h/DSC02273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzAnzak8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7guOqsQPQuI/s320/DSC02273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237535566074818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It may have been cooks.. but was still yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZ9toW0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/o28brUGvvyk/s1600-h/DSC02266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZ9toW0I/AAAAAAAAAJc/o28brUGvvyk/s320/DSC02266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235771920866114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzhicoKeI/AAAAAAAAALE/I0WbJ0kr6Pg/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzhicoKeI/AAAAAAAAALE/I0WbJ0kr6Pg/s320/DSC02281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290238101064002018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some randome person asked if we wanted a picture together.. Well DUH... They were nice... Ashlee explained to them what emo was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyKp_TsmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EoDXOvDlwtg/s1600-h/DSC02267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyKp_TsmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EoDXOvDlwtg/s320/DSC02267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290236608439890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a lot of boob grabbing...  Ashlee enjoyed it... And the other people watching.. and the guys at walmart... Yes.. we went to walmart....... Ashlee needed more bubbley, I didn't think there were going to sell it to us, because Ashlee and KT were way to drunk to be drinking... they did tho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZFm7a4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oJMGlWgTR98/s1600-h/DSC02263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZFm7a4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/oJMGlWgTR98/s320/DSC02263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235756860369794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzAKIYudI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9P1zEivVR0o/s1600-h/DSC02272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqzAKIYudI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9P1zEivVR0o/s320/DSC02272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290237527600970194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxYnrIj2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/h1RtGxuQ9jg/s1600-h/DSC02262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxYnrIj2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/h1RtGxuQ9jg/s320/DSC02262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235748824944482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyLkkoTmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Cqc-aw75sI/s1600-h/DSC02270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqyLkkoTmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0Cqc-aw75sI/s320/DSC02270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290236624165686882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KT likes to double fist... And me.. I just love my umberlla...  Its the little things that make me happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZlmiduI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_iA7rr9Fbo/s1600-h/DSC02265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZlmiduI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x_iA7rr9Fbo/s320/DSC02265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235765448668898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZZNiNsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nk-576OpTMo/s1600-h/DSC02264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqxZZNiNsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nk-576OpTMo/s320/DSC02264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290235762122569410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KT and discovered.. were waring the same bra!  Photo needed to be taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwrEqfCfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tUdNIidBslU/s1600-h/DSC02260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwrEqfCfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tUdNIidBslU/s320/DSC02260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290234966332869106" 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/7208247616864249386-5021016379477902592?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5021016379477902592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5021016379477902592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5021016379477902592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5021016379477902592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-job-we-take-you-drinking.html' title='No job?  We take you drinking!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWqwpqZ4t6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/0Xm1dIq0X0U/s72-c/dsc02257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-2230310783058073586</id><published>2009-01-05T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:45:07.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWJjNUT22RI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1fT_lrsiU5E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287897992927828242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWJjNUT22RI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1fT_lrsiU5E/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7208247616864249386-2230310783058073586?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/2230310783058073586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=2230310783058073586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2230310783058073586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/2230310783058073586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-funny.html' title='Too funny!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWJjNUT22RI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1fT_lrsiU5E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5024111173260034242</id><published>2009-01-03T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:49:12.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><title type='text'>Flowers... For me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAjcs_T6wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d22pDo5Iq5g/s1600-h/dsc02250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAjcs_T6wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d22pDo5Iq5g/s320/dsc02250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287264938552978178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben bought me flowers Friday night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty right?&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/7208247616864249386-5024111173260034242?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5024111173260034242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5024111173260034242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5024111173260034242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5024111173260034242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/flowers-for-me.html' title='Flowers... For me?'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAjcs_T6wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/d22pDo5Iq5g/s72-c/dsc02250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8414262547037769644</id><published>2009-01-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:46:52.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bread sticks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artichoke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><title type='text'>Dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Creamy Artichoke Soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For dinner tonight I decided to make soup! I love Artich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okes, so why not try out this recipe?  It is simple, and doesn't take anytime at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAfU3sq1mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e5kpER-WZFQ/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAfU3sq1mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e5kpER-WZFQ/s320/DSC02247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287260405942113890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the ingredients that you will need..&lt;br /&gt;2 tb extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 Leeks&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove minced&lt;br /&gt;1 small potato peeled and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 package of artichoke hearts (frozen)&lt;br /&gt;2 cups chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup macarpone cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heat oil, add leeks and garlic, stir.&lt;br /&gt;Add potatoes, and cook for about 5 minutes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAgmPD7htI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vjkh272RRU4/s1600-h/DSC02251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAgmPD7htI/AAAAAAAAAHk/vjkh272RRU4/s320/DSC02251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287261803783096018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add the artichokes, stock, salt, and pepper, cook until the veggies are tender.. About 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAhE-nnb4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5A3u1_sF4z0/s1600-h/DSC02252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAhE-nnb4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5A3u1_sF4z0/s320/DSC02252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287262331945316226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blend all ingredients in a blender, add the mascarpone cheese. Blend more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next ladel into bowl, and add a blob on more Mascarpone cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAhu8O1EjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MVDMsk8BJMc/s1600-h/DSC02254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAhu8O1EjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MVDMsk8BJMc/s320/DSC02254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287263052858987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The soup turned out yummy!  I think next time I make it I will add more seasonings.. and maybe some onion, and more pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also made some bread sticks, I bought store bought rolled up bread stick, twisted them, added Parmesan cheese, and sprinkled red pepper flakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAiwp92BaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WGQuHaM2U0/s1600-h/DSC02253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAiwp92BaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3WGQuHaM2U0/s320/DSC02253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287264181827274146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are yummy too!&lt;br /&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/7208247616864249386-8414262547037769644?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8414262547037769644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8414262547037769644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8414262547037769644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8414262547037769644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2009/01/dinner.html' title='Dinner?'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SWAfU3sq1mI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e5kpER-WZFQ/s72-c/DSC02247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6983280571024399313</id><published>2008-12-31T13:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:09:33.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddence 2008</title><content type='html'>It has come time to look back on 2008... And to be honest, I'm glad your leaving! It was a tough year for me.. I moved about 5 times.. yes, count them 5 times... from Auburn, to Maple Valley, to Enumclaw, to Bonney lake, and now to Sumner. For the first time in my life I have my last name on a mail box. It is the greatest feeling in the whole world, after moving so much. So this year I don't want to move, not once. Besides if I move again, I think it would be easier just to sell everything and start over. Also I thought I had lost all my friends, in about July, but in truth, I found out who my real friends are. So I may have started 2008 with a big group of "friends" but I'm ending with the true friends that have always been there. 2008 taught me that I am a lot tougher then I think, and that I have thick skin, and when your down, lean on the people who mean the most to you, they will always help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to 2009 may it be a hellva lot better then 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6983280571024399313?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6983280571024399313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6983280571024399313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6983280571024399313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6983280571024399313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-riddence-2008.html' title='Good Riddence 2008'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6929384347683988200</id><published>2008-12-31T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:38:23.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pepto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiznos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Wanted: Pepto....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVtYy7rDnuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lUr2T94iNIM/s1600-h/pepto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVtYy7rDnuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lUr2T94iNIM/s320/pepto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285916219684396770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at lets say... 2:30ish... I don't know the right time... But I'm feeling sick, and scared out of my mind... I woke up with a tummy ache, and now I'm wishing there was a knight in shinning armor, who by chance could bring me some pepto...  My tummy hurts, and I can't sleep... and the wind is blowing like crazy, making me scared because of all the noises... Ugh, I just want to be curled up in my nice toasty bed, sleeping.... But no, not this one,  I'm up feeling sick to my stomach blogging...  What I would right now for some yummy tasting pepto... Hopefully Ashlee isn't at home feeling the same way I do right now... We ate the samething last night... And if she is at home right now getting sick, that would make 2 holidays for her and I being sick... Last one was Valentines day... Don't even get me started on that one... Lets just say both of us no longer eat at Quiznos... I can't even stand the smell of it... I want sleep! and Pepto!  Maybe I'll get one before the night is over... Here is to hoping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6929384347683988200?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6929384347683988200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6929384347683988200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6929384347683988200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6929384347683988200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanted-pepto.html' title='Wanted: Pepto....'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVtYy7rDnuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lUr2T94iNIM/s72-c/pepto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-988585009643268906</id><published>2008-12-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:08:23.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><title type='text'>Drinking... Blogging??</title><content type='html'>Yes that is right... I drank tonight... and now I'm blogging... What can I say.. That is how I roll... Or at least Ashlee and I.. and Marti... I thought we were going to be working out tonight, we did, just not the right kind of working out... we did the 12oz curls!  haha Thanks Marti! (her saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good night... Except for the part when I had to drive.. Ashlee drunk dialed people.. Off my phone... Ben got the 3rd degree, or at least a little degree from Marti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home not good.. Ashlee texted me in the car and said your drunk.. I seen your eyes, you okay to drive?  Her and I are usually each others eyes when we have been drinking.. Opps! We need to be more careful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left to blog.. BUT I made it home okay ::)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-988585009643268906?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/988585009643268906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=988585009643268906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/988585009643268906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/988585009643268906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/drinking-blogging.html' title='Drinking... Blogging??'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6751301714347478085</id><published>2008-12-30T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:01:19.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Christmas Pict for now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsKF3McduI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PVMosu8EUxE/s1600-h/DSC02241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsKF3McduI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PVMosu8EUxE/s320/DSC02241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285829683481179874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsJ4K-NFVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/D-rneQHKAQE/s1600-h/DSC02239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsJ4K-NFVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/D-rneQHKAQE/s320/DSC02239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285829448271992146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay.. So I lied... Two more pictures.. Of the greatest kids ever.. Maddy and Blake, my niece and nephew..   What can I say, we are teaching Blake.. Young... Maddy is waring her Hannah Tanna (montana) PJ's... Christmas on Saturday, at my mom's house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6751301714347478085?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6751301714347478085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6751301714347478085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6751301714347478085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6751301714347478085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-last-christmas-pict-for-now.html' title='One Last Christmas Pict for now!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsKF3McduI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PVMosu8EUxE/s72-c/DSC02241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-1391455361849647177</id><published>2008-12-30T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:52:45.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIl86ncAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9tVHpqzvYXs/s1600-h/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIl86ncAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9tVHpqzvYXs/s320/sisters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285828035749572610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIfQv-oFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AgC6u4krFyk/s1600-h/ride+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIfQv-oFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/AgC6u4krFyk/s320/ride+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827920814579794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIXAImThI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IQF5wqoJD1c/s1600-h/dog+pile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIXAImThI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IQF5wqoJD1c/s320/dog+pile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285827778915487250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year for Christmas, my sisters and I decided that we were going to get pictures taken for our mom.. The last time we did this, Heather still lived with her ex, and I was in the 9th grade.. And now I'm 24.. It was totally time for an update!  I had fun, we made the photographer laugh so hard because of our poses.. What can I say.. We are a hot bunch!  My favorite picture was of Brea in the sleigh, and all of us pushing her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-1391455361849647177?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1391455361849647177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=1391455361849647177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1391455361849647177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1391455361849647177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsIl86ncAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9tVHpqzvYXs/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8609915699367638977</id><published>2008-12-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:48:01.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DD Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsFin9XrHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WInpIjRMLiU/s1600-h/dsc02216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsFin9XrHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WInpIjRMLiU/s320/dsc02216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824680049486962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Matt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsFFaDuZBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DM_mCAxJYkM/s1600-h/dsc02217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsFFaDuZBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/DM_mCAxJYkM/s320/dsc02217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824178101838866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is David...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsE8tE-1VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0o9KB8tED3c/s1600-h/DSC02215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsE8tE-1VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0o9KB8tED3c/s320/DSC02215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285824028588561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben.. Getting Kicked off the Bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEy4QWv3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/zjJaIxeny8U/s1600-h/DSC02213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEy4QWv3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/zjJaIxeny8U/s320/DSC02213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823859790364530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben Trying in hold on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEp5yejfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cqDgQxrhRWU/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEp5yejfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cqDgQxrhRWU/s320/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823705583095282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEdupCY-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QfiUR8jDsbY/s1600-h/DSC02211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEdupCY-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QfiUR8jDsbY/s320/DSC02211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823496432280546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy... Riding the bull....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEUXNYPSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hyrgjy-I7sc/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEUXNYPSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hyrgjy-I7sc/s320/DSC02210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823335523433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEUXNYPSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hyrgjy-I7sc/s1600-h/DSC02210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsEUXNYPSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hyrgjy-I7sc/s320/DSC02210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285823335523433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all it was a good night.. I had fun being the DD for Zach.. and going bowling.. and meeting his family!  Those boys are lucky.. That are a great bunch.. I danced with all of them, got sandwiched betweened them all, fell on the dance floor... good times.. McDonalds at 2 am getting mc chickens... great times!  And waking up with wrappers all over, even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a GREAT night... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8609915699367638977?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8609915699367638977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8609915699367638977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8609915699367638977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8609915699367638977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/dd-time.html' title='DD Time!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVsFin9XrHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WInpIjRMLiU/s72-c/dsc02216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-480548734370306652</id><published>2008-12-30T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:25:20.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot coco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Broke Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVplaC-5nGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nZaJGTI1mZU/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285648610824395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVplaC-5nGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nZaJGTI1mZU/s320/Christmas+Tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is a picture of my Christmas tree... Yes my christmas tree... You have to watch out for that tree... It just soaks up the water! And those pine needles.. They are a hazard... I had to vacuum all the time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Christmas this year didn't seem like Christmas... I was hoping to get a Christmas tree, but it is hard being single, and on your own.. It isn't like I can load a tree by myself, not to mention get it all set up on my own... Oh well... Next year will be better! I will &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; some one come with me to get a tree! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent Christmas Eve kinda sad at first because I didn't have anyone to spend it with... I went over to my real Dad house, since this year he was going over to a friends house to spend Christmas and get drunk. Nice. Oh well.. It made me have one less stop on Christmas. I got Mellina a pet egg thingy, Dad slippers, and Mac a bath toy. I didn't stay long... the roads were bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went home and decided that I was going to start my own Christmas Eve tradition. My new tradition is now to be, breakfast for dinner, then watching Polar Express, the movie, and drinking home made coco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best home made hot coco recipe:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Equal amount of milk to whipping cream, add salt, and sugar (about a quarter cup to every cup, cup and half). Heat on the stove top, do not let boil. When it gets hot enough, for you or starts to steam add chocolate (chopped), about 4 oz for every cup. I like to use a mixture of semi sweet chocolate, and white chocolate. It gives it an extra creamy taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up on Christmas to texts and calls wishing me a Merry Christmas... Being the odd ball that I am I tell everyone Happy Christmas... Ashlee told me she is American and there for wished me a Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Breanna came down, and we cooked breakfast, then went to Johns house and hung out there, then we went to Heather's Mother in law house and ate ham.. Yes, I ate ham and played Wii. I have Maddy a Tinker Bell dress up outfit, Heather a couple signs that she can hang up at her house, they say Angles Gather Here and Warm Winter Wishes, Justin got a Sea Hawks chair.. Which he absolutly loved! Breanna got a Mickey Tie Blanket.. Her old Mickey Blanket had seen better days... Ashley got a Cook Book. Thankfully everyone liked there presents.. Justin gave me a great complement, asking me where do I get my ideas for gifts because I got everyone a great gift that they needed/really liked...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well this year, I had to think really hard as to what to get anyone... I didn't have a lot of money, but everyone really enjoyed everything.. So for that I am thankful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-480548734370306652?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/480548734370306652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=480548734370306652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/480548734370306652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/480548734370306652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-broke-christmas.html' title='My Broke Christmas'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SVplaC-5nGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nZaJGTI1mZU/s72-c/Christmas+Tree.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7095671212071033388</id><published>2008-12-23T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:05:50.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot coco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honest'/><title type='text'>Another Dissapointing part</title><content type='html'>On by birthday my uncle decides to point out the fact that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I haven't really dated anyone is over a year... And that I haven't really had a boyfriend that stands beside me.  They guys I have dated have followed me around like a little puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you tell someone who has been married to my Aunt for about 35 years (give or take a few years), that your not single by choice, your waiting for just the right one to show you that they are not like the rest.  Because so far, they are like the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud of the fact that I'm single, expecially this time of year... it would be fun to have someone around, to play in the snow with, drink hot coco or curl up under a blanket and watch a movie, someone to keep me warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of the games that the guys play... I'll be honest with you, if you are with me.  Its simple.  You ask me what I'm thinking, I'll tell you, if you tell me.  I don't want to be the only one putting myself out there.  We've all been hurt, yes.  You learn and move on, hoping that the next one will end up better.  Slower is better, jumping head first into something always leads to heart break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think I'm not like the rest, so for once, why can't someone show me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7095671212071033388?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7095671212071033388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7095671212071033388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7095671212071033388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7095671212071033388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-dissapointing-part.html' title='Another Dissapointing part'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-4869639825517597795</id><published>2008-12-23T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:30:42.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brandon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jalapeno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashlee'/><title type='text'>I'm old!</title><content type='html'>I'm now the big 24! I turned 24 on Saturday, and I got what I've always wanted... A white birthday! But lets start at the begining... I started celbrating my birthday Friday night with Zac and Shawn. They took me out to the good old Yella Beak.. I didn't know what to expect since I hadn't been there since about July... Mostly everyone was excited to see me.. Except a few.. I got drunk, and was happy talking to anyone, I got to country dance, which is my favorite! Got a few guys numbers... But I really don't remember who they are.. One I think had a pony tail... My beer goggles were most likely all the way on, but I don't care, I just had a good time! One surprise out of the night was an &lt;em&gt;old best friend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(I do not care to be her friend again)&lt;/strong&gt; who I haven't talked to since about July.. she came up and gave me a kiss on the Cheek, and told me happy birthday, and that she was thinking about me the other day... WEIRD... I was so drunk that it took my a couple of minutes to process this person saying happy birthday and giving me a kiss.. I had to really foucs to see who this was.. and when I finally put it all together, I looked at her, and said what the hell, you hate me! She kinda got all huffy and puffy and walked off... Oh well, not my probs... Marrisa made me do a blow job shot... Any time i'd walk up to the bar, I tell some complete stranger that its my birthday, and I want a shot.. and they listened... But I kept on drinking my water! When it was time to go, KT Mutt wanted to kick my booty, for some unknown reason... But Zac said she'd have to go through him... I got some good guy friends! I went running and tried to jump in Zac's arms, he was drunk, I was drunker, and we landed in the snow. On the ride home I curled up in a ball and fell asleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning still.drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the actual day of my birthday, I got texted all day long telling me happy birthday, thank you to all! I went to the family get together, where my sisters sang me happy birthday, with the cake I made, it made me want to tear up... I wasn't going to tell anyone it was my birthday because everyone was there to celebrate christmas, and JJ's birthday... So it was a nice little surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got a lot of snow that day, which was beautiful! Ashlee went out of her way for my birthday.. People were actually supposed to come over and play games and drink, but the roads were to bad, and no one wanted to venture out. On my way out to Ashlees, the snow was coming down pretty good, it was clumping on the wippers, making it difficult to see.. Not wanting to pull over in the dark, I decide to hit the windsheld to try and unclump the snow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing my own "strenght" the windsheld is now broken, and is getting replaced tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee made an awesomely good 7 layer bean dip, and very rich cake, pizza, she even got Jalapeño for the cheese pizza, and two bottles of wine! We hung out, and watched Momma Mia.. Brandon said sorry my birthday sucked so bad, but hey, they all can't be great! A big THANK YOU to Ashlee for doing all that great stuff for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple of dissapointments. My Dad being one of those, he didn't call me again. He didn't even remember... I of course had to call him and ask him if he remember what today was... it took him about 10 minutes to even remember that is was my birthday. Is it too much to ask for, all I want it a phone call on my birthday from him.. Just something that shows he cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-4869639825517597795?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4869639825517597795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=4869639825517597795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4869639825517597795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4869639825517597795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m old!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-9089391673017476357</id><published>2008-12-15T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:53:43.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question time...</title><content type='html'>1.    What is your first name?  Thats a hard one!  I think, but I'm not sure.. Tabitha!  Or on my first Christmas stocking... it says, Tabetha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Favorite food?  I love me some good mash potatoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    What high school did you attend?  Auburn High baby!  Go Condoms.. I mean Trojans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    What is your favorite color?  I would have to say Green.. BUT it can change from day to day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Who is your celebrity crush?  I really don't have one... When I was a kid, JTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Favorite drink? This one white wine from the Great Grape Adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Dream vacation? Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Favorite dessert? Ice cream... Cookies N Cream... How I love thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    What do you want to be when you grow up?  I want to be me.... But stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  What do you love most in life?  My sisters.. And the friends that have become another part of my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  One word to describe you? Cooky...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-9089391673017476357?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/9089391673017476357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=9089391673017476357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/9089391673017476357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/9089391673017476357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/question-time.html' title='Question time...'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-6303658601688608163</id><published>2008-12-12T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:40:46.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been feeling lost.. Like nothing is going the way I thought it would.. I'm trying not to think about it, but I am... I don't know what I was expecting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, nor do I try to be but I am the very best verision of me.  I do random things, all the time.. but that is what makes me, well me...  My imperfections, are are not big... Sure I'm a horriable speller, can't really hear, make up my own words to just about every song there is.... (Buckle, Buckle, Plower) I snor... I visit drool school... get ink pen all over me.. I'll never fit into a perfect little box.. Nor do I ever want to.  I'll always be a kid at heart, that is what makes life fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the little stuff in life that I treasure more then the material things.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try and take things for what they are... but sometimes I catch myself trying reading between the lines.  When really, there is most likely nothing to read. Or see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for my friends and family... They all know that, they can count on me...   I'm not good at opening up, but if I trust you, I'll tell you almost anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being put on the spot, I try to avoid it.  Sometimes you just want to say whats on your mind, other times it is easier if you say something totally off the wall, to aviod what your really thinking...  If it was a crime, I'd be spending life behind bars! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-6303658601688608163?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/6303658601688608163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=6303658601688608163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6303658601688608163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/6303658601688608163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8346657896971669430</id><published>2008-12-10T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:54:01.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ST_XtzBiE_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MrU7P6yHZn4/s1600-h/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ST_XtzBiE_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MrU7P6yHZn4/s320/DSC02204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278174470092231666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday sister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Heather outside with these cup cakes, and the candles... I tried to get them lit but... She blew them out before I could get them all lit!  How nice am I.... They say 31 and old!  Loves you sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8346657896971669430?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8346657896971669430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8346657896971669430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8346657896971669430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8346657896971669430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-sister-i-met-heather.html' title=''/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/ST_XtzBiE_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MrU7P6yHZn4/s72-c/DSC02204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3341847612155074953</id><published>2008-11-26T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:26:27.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SS2iwfebJJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/u7ji8kPiDWA/s1600-h/Po0cp3fg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273049692687246482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SS2iwfebJJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/u7ji8kPiDWA/s320/Po0cp3fg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Thanksgiving!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday Ashlee!!! Can't wait for dinner tonight!&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/7208247616864249386-3341847612155074953?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3341847612155074953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3341847612155074953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3341847612155074953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3341847612155074953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SS2iwfebJJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/u7ji8kPiDWA/s72-c/Po0cp3fg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-3546870092345796367</id><published>2008-11-20T09:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:36:09.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Pounds down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SSWeijxDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/84Zs3rafmso/s1600-h/IMG_3228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270793255460759442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SSWeijxDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/84Zs3rafmso/s320/IMG_3228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So... I'm so happy!  I have LOST 24 POUNDS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is right 24 pounds... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been so long since I stepped on a scale seen that low of a number!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been on a diet with Ashlee... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made a goal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it we kept that goal there would be a reward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess what it is???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm going to DISNEY LAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I almost didn't want to weigh myself this morning because well lets just say, Ashlee and I drank well over 2 bottles of oh so yummy wine... Oh so good! And we had some amazing food to go along with that yummy wine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought without a doubt, I was gaining weight not losing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like I was wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;On a side note... Start the count down, my birthday is in a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-3546870092345796367?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/3546870092345796367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=3546870092345796367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3546870092345796367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/3546870092345796367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/11/24-pounds-down.html' title='24 Pounds down!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SSWeijxDZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/84Zs3rafmso/s72-c/IMG_3228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8843736626420803256</id><published>2008-10-26T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:36:07.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roloff farm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQU00XW5g7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/j0QYa0Uc08k/s1600-h/DSC02108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQUwnQ0MPZI/AAAAAAAAACo/yMIPyBsIvQM/s320/DSC02110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261665190739197330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQUwXvz_53I/AAAAAAAAACg/1xzmldOvmjc/s1600-h/DSC02109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQUwXvz_53I/AAAAAAAAACg/1xzmldOvmjc/s320/DSC02109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664924181981042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQUwKbq3DfI/AAAAAAAAACY/YP1zYTHNh0c/s1600-h/DSC02105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQUwKbq3DfI/AAAAAAAAACY/YP1zYTHNh0c/s320/DSC02105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664695436643826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Today was fun... I was up at 5:30 in the morning!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ON A SUNDAY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bright and early!  We waited on the side of the road for the rest of the gang.. 14 total!  I know big!  We had Steve who was mister Speedy.. and Uncle Dave.. Driving MR. DAISY!  We got there... even if it took a little longer!  We had fun driving, made a sign that said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little people or bust!&lt;/span&gt; Some guys were checking us out.. drove past us then slowed down.. Perfect timing for Heather and I to put on our Big Nose glasses and the Coke bottle glasses!  They held up a sign that said tits please!  We were wearing our glasses and they just starting laughing and sped up!  AAAmazing!  When we finally pulled up we had to wait to get in.. Heather and I played Chinese fire drill, I almost fell... They were also filming when we were there!  I got Molly to ware my funny glasses with me!!  She was super funny!  All in all.. It was a fun trip!  Didn't get pumpkins, but had fun with the fam, and we might be on TV.. Which is pretty fun..  My family is goofy, and I wouldn't have it any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8843736626420803256?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8843736626420803256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8843736626420803256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8843736626420803256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8843736626420803256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/roloff-farm.html' title='The Roloff farm!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQU00XW5g7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/j0QYa0Uc08k/s72-c/DSC02108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-8655285924984403406</id><published>2008-10-23T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:07:07.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road TRIP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQCfbIyrB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kna2LddC4A/s1600-h/meettherolofffamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260379653334042434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQCfbIyrB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kna2LddC4A/s320/meettherolofffamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. On Sunday I'm getting up at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Wait what? Yes that is right, 5am! I'm going to a road trip to THE ROLOFF Farm. Who is this you make ask.... Well it is the people from Little People, Big world! They have a pumpkin patch! So, I'm getting up this early, just so I can go to the pumpking patch... I'm super excited... So far going is Me, Heather, Maddy, Blake, Brea, Aunt Linda, Uncle Dave, My cousin Lori, and her family, (Steve, Dillion, and Hailey).  And I think my other cousin, Amy, and her family (Jared, and JJ).  It will be a family party train, Holler!  Of course, I will be brining the funny stuff... Going to the good ol' Dollar store!  Getting big glasses, and other fun Dollar store stuff!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note... I'm on a super hard core diet.. And I'm down about 10lbs..  I love it!  If I loose about 30, Ashlee and I are going to DISNEY LAND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-8655285924984403406?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/8655285924984403406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=8655285924984403406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8655285924984403406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/8655285924984403406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-trip.html' title='Road TRIP!!!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SQCfbIyrB0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/3kna2LddC4A/s72-c/meettherolofffamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-5764480130678623079</id><published>2008-10-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:13:03.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House warming gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOreLmEqrzI/AAAAAAAAABw/clrY1j0bEcs/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOreLmEqrzI/AAAAAAAAABw/clrY1j0bEcs/s320/DSC02088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254256206061154098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Lucie and Ethal Fisher.  They are googly eyed gold fish!  Ashlee bought them for me, I had told her a while ago that I wanted fish as a house warming present, and well her and Brandon came over with these little guys.  Which reminds me I need to feed them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even had a dream that I've killed them..  Well Lucie jumped out of the tank.. it was still my fault because I dont have a cover for them.. I tried, the tank is small, and the smallest cover is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got a half bottle of Wild Turkey, thanks Zac.  Needless to say, he brought it over the first night I was in my place, because it was a hell hole, but it hasn't gotten drank by me... Its waiting for someone to come over and drink it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-5764480130678623079?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/5764480130678623079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=5764480130678623079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5764480130678623079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/5764480130678623079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-warming-gifts.html' title='House warming gifts!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOreLmEqrzI/AAAAAAAAABw/clrY1j0bEcs/s72-c/DSC02088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-9031576723979572709</id><published>2008-10-06T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:55:53.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream and random facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrZVtbKHZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/z6Dg0Wz55dg/s1600-h/DSC02064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrZVtbKHZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/z6Dg0Wz55dg/s320/DSC02064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254250882275089810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that... I eat ice cream really weird... Yes... Its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to smoosh my ice cream... It taste so good that way!  What is even more weird, I have to drink water after I eat ice cream... weird, I'd say so!  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. that is my bathroom rug.. I heart it, and it belongs oh so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOratQVPVfI/AAAAAAAAABg/TrTVYjLLqPY/s1600-h/dsc02063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOratQVPVfI/AAAAAAAAABg/TrTVYjLLqPY/s320/dsc02063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254252386294126066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... I made the shower Curtain...  Was it hard.. YES!  It was first time ever really sewing anything..  And I made it super long with out even knowing..  If you look close you can see the flaws, but if you ask me.. it is what adds to the charm!  I heart it, even more the the rug!  I'll even make you one, and I promise, it will be better then mine, because the second time around, I learned some lessons.. like don't have Weiner around, she will take things and run off with it because you are not paying any attention to her..  What a shame...  BTW: Weiner is my moms Weiner dog.  Off subject, try running down the road with her.. You'll be yelling at your Weiner the whole time!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrcTuwxFmI/AAAAAAAAABo/5mY-YKgsAiQ/s1600-h/DSC02060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrcTuwxFmI/AAAAAAAAABo/5mY-YKgsAiQ/s320/DSC02060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254254146809304674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is called Broke Girl couch.  Yes, this was my couch.  Comfy, yes!  I made a cacoon and passed out, I only had the Broke Girl couch for a while, okay a day.  I didn't mind it!  The pillows were made by me too.  I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt; to much fabric left from the shower curtain.. so what better way to use it up, then do by polka dot fabric in different colors, and use one side of left over fabric.  I have many of these little suckers floating around, but they are cute, and great for throwing back and forth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-9031576723979572709?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/9031576723979572709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=9031576723979572709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/9031576723979572709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/9031576723979572709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/ice-cream-and-random-facts.html' title='Ice Cream and random facts'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrZVtbKHZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/z6Dg0Wz55dg/s72-c/DSC02064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-7235236507619076472</id><published>2008-10-06T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T20:18:43.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrU0zwx55I/AAAAAAAAAAo/461TSeaYC5A/s1600-h/Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrU0zwx55I/AAAAAAAAAAo/461TSeaYC5A/s320/Hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254245918994196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a change.. Hair wise that is..  I kinda know what I want to do.. I know I want to go dark again, and the style well that is still up in the air.  It is getting pretty darn long, and I'm thinking of cutting about 4 inches off or so...  But I really really like this hair cut!  I think I might be able to rock it!  Maybe a little a longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-7235236507619076472?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/7235236507619076472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=7235236507619076472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7235236507619076472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/7235236507619076472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrU0zwx55I/AAAAAAAAAAo/461TSeaYC5A/s72-c/Hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-1351885356616481629</id><published>2008-09-12T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:14:39.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;If you have never used it before it is so so so funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I had to check out and see what my name is defined as and well.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tabitha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_up_2662507" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Tabitha#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="thumbs_down_2662507" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Tabitha#"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A person who is often referred to as a beatutiful girl who has an amazing body and physique. She is naturally a flirty person. She is very smart, but sometimes acts on impulse and doesn't think before she does anything. She is often regarded to as a slut because of her beauty, but that's far from the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ann &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;A name meaning Grace in Hebrew, the name of the blessed Mother of Mary who gave birth to Jesus, a common name amongst royalty and the sickest bitch who owns all the boys on the block. Often the bearer of the name copes with the burden of extensive beauty and valor, and gracefully imbibes the pleasures of money, sex, music and drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;I think I like this!! It is so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-1351885356616481629?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/1351885356616481629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=1351885356616481629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1351885356616481629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/1351885356616481629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/09/urban-dictionary.html' title='Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7208247616864249386.post-4374548663941838181</id><published>2008-09-12T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T12:04:25.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm MOVING!</title><content type='html'>My first post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving.. yet again.... In the past year I have moved 5 times... yes count them 5 times!  I'm tired of it, so for the very first time I'm moving into my very own place!!  It is small, okay it is tinny, but it is mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee is helping me out tonight!!! And I can already tell, it is will be interestingly fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to follow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7208247616864249386-4374548663941838181?l=tabbieann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/feeds/4374548663941838181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7208247616864249386&amp;postID=4374548663941838181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4374548663941838181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7208247616864249386/posts/default/4374548663941838181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tabbieann.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m MOVING!'/><author><name>TaBBiE AnN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16095296256139161424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7uUIyfzMFA/SOrVepckm8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/7E54BCQj-T4/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
