<?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-7098952644036350951</id><updated>2012-01-29T18:34:57.054-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Max'/><category term='babies'/><category term='being single'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='greek yogurt'/><category term='movies'/><category term='guilty pleasures'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='exes'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='work sucks'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='fires'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='wine'/><category term='updates'/><category term='rock band'/><category term='cute'/><category term='las vegas'/><category term='Kanye West'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='samples sales. make up'/><category term='Phil&apos;s BBQ'/><category term='make up'/><category term='baking'/><category term='sales'/><category term='family'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Common'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='tv'/><category term='TMI'/><category term='dating'/><category term='football'/><category term='new york'/><category term='clubbing'/><category term='nobu'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='update'/><category term='changes'/><category term='restaurants'/><category term='friends'/><category term='weather'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='wine tasting'/><category term='me'/><category term='diy'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='jeans'/><category term='election'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='parties'/><category term='de-lurk'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='autism'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='target'/><category term='games'/><category term='william rast'/><category term='school'/><category term='dog'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='trader joe&apos;s'/><category term='serendipity 3'/><category term='sample sales'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='raiders'/><category term='tests'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='chargers'/><category term='the boy'/><category term='blah'/><category term='burger lounge'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='stand mixer'/><category term='restaurant week'/><category term='surveys'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='philadelphia'/><category term='lent'/><category term='weird'/><category term='sick'/><category term='engagements'/><category term='cards'/><category term='girl scout cookies'/><title type='text'>it's just me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2592642147930484383</id><published>2009-08-05T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:59:38.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free stuff'/><title type='text'>Free Nail Polish Until Midnight</title><content type='html'>Zoya is giving away 3 bottles of nail polish per customer.  All you have to do is pay $6.95 for S&amp;amp;H.  Offer is only available to the continental US.  Use code TW5000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artofbeauty.com/scrpt/scr.dll/cat?brand=2&amp;amp;d=Zoya"&gt;http://www.artofbeauty.com/scrpt/scr.dll/cat?brand=2&amp;amp;d=Zoya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2592642147930484383?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2592642147930484383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2592642147930484383' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2592642147930484383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2592642147930484383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-nail-polish-until-midnight.html' title='Free Nail Polish Until Midnight'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2057944137729456221</id><published>2009-06-16T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:29:34.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Being Single Again</title><content type='html'>Being single again sucks. For the most part I'm okay with it, but I do have my moments. The Boy was a big part of my life for the past 10 years. We've been through so much together. If you would have asked me 3 or 5 years ago where I thought I would be in my life 10 years from now, my answer would have definitely included being married to The Boy or at least still being with him. I do miss him and I still love him, which is part of what makes this so hard. We just aren't the same people anymore and we've grown apart. Who knows - maybe someday we'll be able to get back to the place where we love each other again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I said previously, I've never been much of a dater. The Boy and I had been together since I was 18 so the dating world is all new to me.  I had mentioned before about starting a potential new relationship, but I that may be over for now. The Potential New Boy (TPNB) and I were friends before The Boy and I broke up. We were friends in high school, but just reconnected last summer. Now here's the part that is kinda scandolous...I knew TPNB was starting to have feelings for me and I was developing feelings for him too.   The Boy and I were "on a break" before we officially broke up and were free to go out with other people.  At that time TPNB wanted to start a relationship with me.  I told him I wasn't ready to just jump into another relationship right away.  TPNB was dating somebody at that time so I told him to just keep dating her while I figure things out.  I wanted to just take things slowly and not be serious.  TPNB and I continued to hang out or whatever while he continued to date the other girl.  Eventually TPNB decided that he just couldn't do casual with me.  It had to be all or nothing.  That with me he couldn't not be serious about our relationship - should be flattering right?  It was just too much for me.  I can't do that right now.  TPNB also thinks that I need time to get over The Boy.  I guess he's had similar experiences in the past and that makes him a bit wary of starting things with me.  So we have decided to wait and see what happens and he is still dating the other girl.  If it's meant to be, it's meant to be I guess.  It does make me sad and hurts a little bit.  And is it wrong that it kills me that he is dating someone else?  I just wish that he would give me some time and not date other girls.  That's selfish, I know.  I just know that we could be so great together.    We get a long SO well and really really match.  We always have a good time when we're together and we have really great chemistry.   He's so sweet and I can tell how much he really does like me and appreciates me for who I am, which is part of what makes this so hard for me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that, I have been asked out a few times.  I've declined all the offers.  After The Boy and TPNB I'm just not ready.  It does get lonely, but it's also exciting.  My friends are all determined to help me find someone new.  There's been talk of speed dating and girls night out and online sites.  It all sounds fun.  Not to knock those who do it, but I don't know if i'm ready to join any dating sites yet.   It's a very strange and scary time for me, but I know it's good for me and should be fun.  Sometimes it's hard to remember that though.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2057944137729456221?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2057944137729456221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2057944137729456221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2057944137729456221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2057944137729456221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/being-single-again.html' title='Being Single Again'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4556377544833263338</id><published>2009-05-26T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:55:58.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>Whew! I haven't blogged AT ALL this year. I just lacked the desire to. I'm going to try to start blogging again. We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post back in 2008 there has been one major change. The Boy and I are no longer together. It was pretty much a mutual thing, although it was The Boy that brought it up. I had been contemplating our relationship for awhile before we broke up. There are a lot of things that were wrong with our relationship and a lot of things that led to our break up, but I will only highlight a few of the main reasons. Things just weren't the same. We had grown apart. We want different things, at least at this point in our lives we do. The distance didn't help either. I think we felt disconnected from each other. I have my friends here and he has friends in LA, many of which I have never even met. I felt like there was a part of his life that I had nothing to do with. Don' t get me wrong, I think it's okay to have our own separate friends - healthy even. I felt very negelcted. We didn't talk everyday and we only saw each other on weekends. The Boy isn't in school right now and doesn't work, so I felt that he could have spent more time down here with me. He preferred to stay in LA and go out with the guys. Finances and money was also a big concern. The Boy spends money like it is going out of style. I don't even want to think about how high his credit card bill is. I'm sure it's very very high. I like to spend money too, but I'm a little more frugal with my spending. So that's that in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single is a whole new world to me. I haven't been single since I was 14! It's always been boyfriend after boyfriend so this is all new to me. It's both exciting and scary. I look forward to having the chance to date. Although, I'm not excited about people constantly trying to fix me up! I am horrible at turning people down for dates. I've been asked out a few times by guys that I'm not interested in at all. I knew one guy was planning on asking me out and I tried so hard to avoid it, but it happened anyways. I was so lame. Ugh - it makes me cringe just to think of it. The worst part is that he's a customer at my work and I see him all the time. I've known that he has been interested in me, but he never had the chance to ask me out because I was with The Boy. My co-worker, Roni, told him we had broken up. I was like, WHY?! Why did she have to tell him? She knows I don't like him. She just thought it was funny. She even encouraged him to ask me out, knowing that I would say no. How mean is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since The Boy, I have kinda started a new relationship. I wouldn't call it a relationship really.....more of a potential new relationship. The Potential New Boy is an old boyfriend from middle school. We reconnected recently and started hanging out. There is an attraction there and we did kinda start something, but for now we're holding off on things. I don't want to rush into a new relationship right away. I'm just not ready for a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't blog again for awhile.  I'm leaving this Saturday for my first real vacation in over 2 years.  I'm going to Bali and I am uberexcited!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4556377544833263338?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4556377544833263338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4556377544833263338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4556377544833263338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4556377544833263338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3871297288498425943</id><published>2008-12-31T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:04:05.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This list has been making the rounds on many of the blogs I read so I figured I'd post it on mine too.  This is a list of what every omnivore should try.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; ones are the ones I've had which is 55 out of the 100.  Not too bad, but not overly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; I guess.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Omnivore’s Hundred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Venison&lt;br /&gt; 2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huevos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Steak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tartare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Crocodile&lt;br /&gt; 6. Black pudding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7. Cheese fondue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. Carp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9. Borscht&lt;br /&gt; 10. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ghanoush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Calamari&lt;br /&gt; 12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aloo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 15. Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Epoisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. Black truffle&lt;br /&gt; 1&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;br /&gt; 19. Steamed pork buns&lt;br /&gt; 20. Pistachio ice cream&lt;br /&gt; 21. Heirloom tomatoes&lt;br /&gt; 22. Fresh wild berries&lt;br /&gt; 23. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Foie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24. Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 25. Brawn, or head cheese&lt;br /&gt; 26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 27. Dulce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;leche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28. Oysters&lt;br /&gt; 29. Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bagna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 31. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; peas&lt;br /&gt; 32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 33. Salted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;br /&gt; 37. Clotted cream tea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;br /&gt; 39. Gumbo&lt;br /&gt; 40. Oxtail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 41. Curried goat&lt;br /&gt; 42. Whole insects&lt;br /&gt; 43. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Phaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 44. Goat’s milk&lt;br /&gt; 45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;br /&gt; 46. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 47. Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tikka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 48. Eel&lt;br /&gt; 49. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; original glazed doughnut&lt;br /&gt; 50. Sea urchin&lt;br /&gt; 51. Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 52. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 53&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Abalone&lt;br /&gt; 54. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;br /&gt; 56. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 57. Dirty gin martini&lt;br /&gt; 58. Beer above 8% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 59. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Poutine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 60. Carob chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 61. S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 62. Sweetbreads&lt;br /&gt; 63. Kaolin&lt;br /&gt; 64. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Currywurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 65. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 66. Frogs’ legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 67. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Beignets&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;churros&lt;/span&gt;, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 68. Haggis&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Fried plantain&lt;br /&gt; 70. Chitterlings, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;andouillette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 71. Gazpacho&lt;br /&gt; 72. Caviar and blini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 73. Louche absinthe&lt;br /&gt; 74. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Gjetost&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;brunost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 75. Roadkill&lt;br /&gt; 76. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Baijiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;br /&gt; 78. Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 79. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lapsang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;souchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 80. Bellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 81. Tom yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 82. Eggs Benedict&lt;br /&gt; 83. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.&lt;br /&gt; 85. Kobe beef&lt;br /&gt; 86. Hare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Goulash&lt;br /&gt; 88. Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 89. Horse&lt;br /&gt; 90. Criollo chocolate&lt;br /&gt; 9&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Spam&lt;br /&gt; 92. Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 93. Rose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;harissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;94. Catfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 95. Mole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;96. Bagel and lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 97. Lobster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Thermidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 98. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;br /&gt; 100. Snake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3871297288498425943?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3871297288498425943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3871297288498425943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3871297288498425943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3871297288498425943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-517479962829169040</id><published>2008-12-30T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:11:03.042-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season! My Christmas was great. I was a bit exhausted the days leading up to Christmas Eve and Christmas. It was baking nonstop for me. I wanted to take pictures and post them on here, but I forgot to with all the craziness going on. I made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Magic-Cookie-Bars-from-EAGLE-BRAND/Detail.aspx"&gt;Magic Bars&lt;/a&gt;, cranberry bliss bars, red velvet cupcakes, peppermint truffles, and persimmon bread - loaves and loaves of persimmon bread). Everyone in my extended family loves loves loves persimmons. They all have trees growing in their yards and even go persimmon picking somewhere in Escondido I think. My mom had asked me to make persimmon bread for her one day so I made one. My aunts had some and they all enjoyed it so they all gave me their bags and bags of persimmons they had which were starting to get over-ripe and there was no way they'd eat them all before they went rotten. I probably ended up baking about 30 loaves of persimmon bread. I was wiped out after that and now I don't want to bake for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some pretty great gifts this year. I got lots of make-up, some perfume, a couple of jackets, lots of gift cards and some money. I love that my aunts still think of me as a "kid" and still give me Christmas money. Makes me feel young! I hope everyone else got some good stuff. I spent Christmas Eve at my parents house with all of our extended family and The Boy. I love my family. Now that we are all getting older, we see each other less and less so it's great to see everyone together on the holidays. It's a night filled with lots of food, laughter, and love. We carried on the festivities the next day at my aunt's house. The Boy left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; morning to be with him family and I went up there Christmas Day night after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; game. I kinda didn't want to go though. It was raining and I didn't want to leave my family. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going out in LA! I'm very excited. I haven't been out dancing with the girls for awhile now. Happy New Year's everyone! Have fun and stay safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-517479962829169040?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/517479962829169040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=517479962829169040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/517479962829169040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/517479962829169040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-531478539569710199</id><published>2008-12-19T14:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:08:14.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><title type='text'>Stila Sale Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/promos/beauty/"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt; I have heard that some people had trouble last year with shipping or cancel orders. I'm going to give it a try.  Hurry - it ends Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-531478539569710199?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/531478539569710199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=531478539569710199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/531478539569710199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/531478539569710199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/stila-sale-online.html' title='Stila Sale Online'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6301060947302700605</id><published>2008-12-16T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:33:27.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samples sales. make up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's that time of year again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Are you ready for the holidays? I'm not. I totally thought I had all this time to prepare. I've been thinking about presents and cards and baking for weeks now. I just haven't made any concrete plans. I kept telling myself that I have tons of time and that I can do it all later. I don't know why. For some reason I just didn't want to be eager beaver about Christmas this year. Now I'm rushing to get things done. I just really didn't realize that Christmas is next week already. I think part of me just doesn't want to deal with the holidays this year. I was already pretty disappointed about the holidays this year since a lot of my extended family won't be around this year and then Max passed away which makes it even worse. Anyways, I'm almost done making my cards and I'm doing most of my baking next week. I had wanted to bake lots of stuff this year, but now I'm scaling back on my baking plans. Partly because I don't have time and partly to save money. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with my present buying! It helped that I'm not giving out as many presents this year. A lot of my friends and I have decided to just do Secret Santa or White Elephant gift exchanges this year. We are all feeling the crunch of the economy this year. I did get some great deals on the presents I did buy. December is a great time for sample sales. This weekend I went to a bunch of them and scored big time. The best sale of them all was the Stila Warehouse sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beautyarchives.pursebuzz.com/pics/stila4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 490px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.beautyarchives.pursebuzz.com/pics/stila4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I bought were presents. I only got a few items for myself. I regret that now though. Everything was such a good deal that I should have gotten more for myself. Oh well. There is always next time! Here is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhVEN5VQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PBQVHrhbviQ/s1600-h/blanc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280564094029874066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhVEN5VQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PBQVHrhbviQ/s200/blanc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/product_detail.asp?PMID=475"&gt;Blanc Palette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $32, Sale Price $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhVio9PVxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bmwUIG_wS10/s1600-h/redcarpetlook_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280564616690095890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhVio9PVxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bmwUIG_wS10/s200/redcarpetlook_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/special_redcarpetlook.asp"&gt;Red Carpet Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $40, Sale $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhXlqa7VJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xrCNDQnej4U/s1600-h/chocolatepaletteset_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280566867645912210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhXlqa7VJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xrCNDQnej4U/s200/chocolatepaletteset_main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/special_chocolatepaletteset.asp"&gt;Chocolate Palette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $40, Sale $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/product_detail.asp?PMID=235"&gt;Two Lip Glazes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail Price $22, Sale Price $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhYM9to-BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uoyDGuJL3NA/s1600-h/glze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567542839572498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhYM9to-BI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uoyDGuJL3NA/s200/glze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P190033&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;The Perfect Face Kit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $45, Sale $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhY02QwaFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3kJ--ZN73Po/s1600-h/Perfect+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568228034144338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhY02QwaFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3kJ--ZN73Po/s200/Perfect+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P226012&amp;amp;categoryId=B70"&gt;The Stila Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $55, Sale $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhZMiOF4KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VeCXF2-AlVI/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568634971119778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhZMiOF4KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VeCXF2-AlVI/s200/stars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stilacosmetics.com/product_detail.asp?PMID=439"&gt;Bronzer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retail $28, Sale $7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhZxhFReBI/AAAAAAAAALA/17ZSsDsxoiA/s1600-h/bronze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280569270320855058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhZxhFReBI/AAAAAAAAALA/17ZSsDsxoiA/s200/bronze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total retail price of all items comes out to $284. Actual price paid was $102. Plus there was no tax so that's even more savings! Woo hoo! I wish all shopping was like this.&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/7098952644036350951-6301060947302700605?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6301060947302700605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6301060947302700605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6301060947302700605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6301060947302700605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of year again'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUhVEN5VQ5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PBQVHrhbviQ/s72-c/blanc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2413730871351984978</id><published>2008-12-15T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:10:07.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>I want to start this post by thanking you guys for your kind words about my last post. It means a lot to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few weeks I've been adjusting to life without my dog. It's a pretty big change. There is an absence of dog fur. Max was a big shedder. We tried all kinds of remedies to try and reduce the shedding, but to no avail. His fur was everywhere and would get all over our clothes and furniture. When we would go out, I would wait until we were about to leave to put my clothes on so that I wouldn't get fur all over them. I had to vacuum ALL THE TIME. I'm no longer worried about him all the time. When we would go out, I'd feel bad for leaving him alone. He hated being alone. Because of this I would try not leave him alone all day. If we were out all day, I'd want to be home at night. Or if I knew we would be out at night, I would try to stay home with him as much as possible during the day. Like this weekend, The Boy and I were out all day long on both Friday and Saturday. I never would've done that if Max were still here. And the biggest challenge for me is Max's company. It's a lot quieter without him. I miss his companionship and just having him there to pet and hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has been telling us to get another dog. It's always "get another dog already" or "when are you getting another one." Ugh, I'm so not ready for another dog yet. Someday, yes. Just not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2413730871351984978?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2413730871351984978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2413730871351984978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2413730871351984978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2413730871351984978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4425329931231877390</id><published>2008-12-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:04:42.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>And here is number three :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUPO7IAlRBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lrmm9NUZk14/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUPO7IAlRBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lrmm9NUZk14/s320/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279290703365882898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad to share with you all number &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-in-threes.html"target="new"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt;.  I lost my sweet sweet dog, Max last week.  He was 8 years and 2 months old.  We came home from dinner and found him laying on the floor.  We thought he was just sleeping, but he didn't get up.  Normally he gets up right away to greet us.  That night he didn't move.  The Boy went over to try to wake him and Max obviously didn't move.  That's when it hit us. From there everything was such a blur.   The Boy was so upset, as was I.  I won't go into any further detail as it's pretty hard to think about and it's probably not such a fun read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Max so so much.  He was such a good and loving dog.  (Although he wasn't so good when he was a puppy.  Have you read &lt;em&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/em&gt;?  Marley and him could so be brothers.  They even look like twins!)  He totally thought he was human and not a dog.  We couldn't get him to play with other dogs.  At dog parks he would ignore the other dogs and run up to other people to play with instead.  If we left him outside to play with our friend's dog, he would just sit outside the door and cry and wait for us to let him back in.  He loved attention and always wanted to be pet or hugged or to sit in my lap (he's a big heavy dog so that wasn't always so comfortable.)  He would lay down on me or sit on my chest in the morning (I think he was trying to wake me up).  He loved loved loved to eat.  Sometimes he would grab a can of his food and bring it to us and ask us to feed him.  A few times I even found him laying down on the floor with a can of food in between his legs.  I miss him so much my heart hurts.  It's still so new and fresh that sometimes I forget he's not here anymore.  For example, I'll be talking to The Boy on the phone and I'll start to ask him what Max is doing and I'll stop mid-sentence.  When I wake up in the morning I look for him.  I've been slowly getting a little better.  I was pretty depressed the first few days.  I pretty much just slepst all day long.  Good thing it happened on a Friday and I had the weekend to get over it.  I miss my Max.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4425329931231877390?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4425329931231877390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4425329931231877390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4425329931231877390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4425329931231877390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-here-is-number-three.html' title='And here is number three :('/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SUPO7IAlRBI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lrmm9NUZk14/s72-c/DSC01283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4086123660002819836</id><published>2008-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:00.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Killer Klown Halloween</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  This post is over a month late.  I had intended on posting about it in a more timely fashion, but obviously I didn't.  So last month I went to the most amazingly extravagant &lt;a href="http://www.la2day.com/nightlife/killer_klownz_take_down_halloween"target="new"&gt;Halloween&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dailybreeze.com/ci_10752282?source=rss_viewed"target="new"&gt;party&lt;/a&gt; in Palos Verdes Estates.  This was my first time dressing up for halloween since I was a kid.  I had a hard time picking a costume.  I didn't want anything too silly or too sexy/slutty.  I ended up being Padme and The Boy was Anakin.  Have I mentioned before that The Boy is a huge Star Wars fan?  HUGE.  Anyways, costumes are expensive.  I was shocked at how much they cost.  Some costumes were $100 or more.  It's not like these costumes are made of the best material or are very high quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the party was INSANE.  The theme was Killer Klowns from Outer Space.  The house itself is 15,000 square feet.  we got to go inside the house.  Party goers weren't allowed to go inside, but we knew some of the vendors so we were given access to the house.  It was such a beautiful house.  They had 2 kitchens and a elevator.  I think the house had at least 4 different levels.  And the ceilings - the ceilings were painted with clouds and angels and things like that.  The entrance to the party was a maze.  There were circus performers, magicians, even a monkey!  It was open bar with the good liqour too, not just the cheap stuff.  There were passed hor's d'oeuvres that were really really really yummy such as truffle french fries in little martini glasses, scoops of cotton candy ice cream on served on little spoons, mini corn dogs, sliders, and basil mushroom crostinis.  There were women "dressed" only in body paint dancing around.  The guest list for the party was 3,000.  3,000 people in one house.  Not even the house, the backyard.  My backyard probably couldn't fit more than 30 people.  It was said that the cost of the party was equivialent to the price of a house.  I'm sure this party was well over $200,000.  That's a huge amount of money - HUGE!  Can you imagine having that much disposible income that you could afford to throw such extravagant parties?   These people have some serious money.  This is the third year they have thrown this party.  I hope I get to go again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v343/191/95/711311354/n711311354_1977401_8283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v343/191/95/711311354/n711311354_1977401_8283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v343/191/95/711311354/n711311354_1977421_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v343/191/95/711311354/n711311354_1977421_2434.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4086123660002819836?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4086123660002819836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4086123660002819836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4086123660002819836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4086123660002819836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/killer-klown-halloween.html' title='Killer Klown Halloween'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2814109362957852258</id><published>2008-11-18T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:54:56.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in awhile.  I have no excuse really, other than my complete lameness.  Nothing very new or exciting as far as updates.  Work is work.  School is school.  I was really sick with the flu for awhile.  The timing couldn't have been worse.  I just started an 8 week accounting class when I got sick.  I wasn't really able to read or study so I had to drop the class.  With such a short class, I just couldn't see myself being able to catch up and still do well in the class.  I'm already signed up to take the class next semester, but I really wanted to get it over with now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a few posts that are half written.  I'll try to finish those up and post those soon.  Until then, Happy Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2814109362957852258?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2814109362957852258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2814109362957852258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2814109362957852258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2814109362957852258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7882832087795485826</id><published>2008-10-03T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:22:56.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>And the word of the day is</title><content type='html'>Maverick!  Maverick, Maverick, Maverick!  Sarah Palin really loves that word.  She did perform better in the debates than I thought she would.  That doesn't say much though, considering expectations were pretty low.   I wish John McCain had chosen a better running mate.  It seems to me like Palin just memorizes things and spews out whatever comes to mind without paying attention to the question asked of her.  She just smiles and winks and thinks that will do it for her.  She comes off as being way too folksy.    I couldn't stand it.  Ugh.  I wish they were having another debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7882832087795485826?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7882832087795485826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7882832087795485826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7882832087795485826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7882832087795485826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-word-of-day-is.html' title='And the word of the day is'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2647856989391607417</id><published>2008-09-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T11:34:05.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>The Chargers won a game!  The past 2 games have been heart breakers!  2 games lost in the last final seconds of the game.  Seriously?!  You're killing me Smalls!  As I watched that game against the Bronocs, aw man,  I actually wanted to kill someone.  Freaking &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/football/2008/09/17/2008-09-17_nfl_referee_ed_hochuli_apologizing_to_ch.html"&gt;Hochuli&lt;/a&gt;!  It does make me feel better that he owns up to his mistake and feels horrible about it.  This next game against the Raiders should be fun, especially since The Boy is a Raiders fan (Boo!).  I need to go out and by me a new Chargers jersey.  Woo hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2647856989391607417?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2647856989391607417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2647856989391607417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2647856989391607417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2647856989391607417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3933298940972940448</id><published>2008-09-18T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:45:19.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-baaaaack.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, when I said The Boy was taking his medical board exam and how I was excited that all the crazy studying was over and I'd have my fun boyfriend back? Turns out not so much. Unfortunately The Boy didn't pass. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not uncommon to not pass this test. Most people say that Step 1 is the hardest part of the boards and a lot of people take it twice or even three times before passing. I know it's hard for him right now. So much time and effort had gone in to studying. He was so ready to move forward and get on to the next part of his med school education. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thisclose&lt;/span&gt; to passing too. He has to wait another month before he can take it again. This month will be hard on him I'm sure. He was SO tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; for this test. Now he has to do it all over again. My heart breaks for him. To add insult to injury, his mom wasn't too supportive when she found out he didn't pass. One of the first things she said to him was, "What are we going to tell people?" Since then she's also told him that she stays awake at night trying to come up with a story to tell people about his test results. She's decided that she's going to tell people that he missed it by one or two points. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;response&lt;/span&gt; to that was "why do you have to think of something to tell people. I'm not ashamed of not passing." She said she knows, but she has to come up with something to tell people. This hurts The Boy a lot. He feels as if his mom is embarrassed or ashamed that he didn't pass. I tell him how proud I am of him for all his hard work. I'm sure that makes him feel better, but it doesn't make up for the way his mom feels about it. I can see how depressed and sad he is when he talks about it. Please send good thoughts his way. He's gonna need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3933298940972940448?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3933298940972940448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3933298940972940448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3933298940972940448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3933298940972940448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1454440146231019778</id><published>2008-08-16T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:56:48.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Why don't you like me?</title><content type='html'>As I've said before, I'm very close to my family. I have one cousin in particular that I'm very close to. Tony is like a brother to me. He is only 5 days older than me and we lived together for about 3 years in LA. After I moved back to San Diego from LA, Tony started dating this girl named Maria. Tony and Maria have been dating for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abou&lt;/span&gt; 2 years now. I'm not a big fan of Maria, although I really wish I was.  See, Maria doesn't really make the effort to get to know me, which bothers me since Tony and I are so close. If ever I was in LA, Tony and I would plan to get together to hang out for dinner or something like that. Maria would never come. One time I was even at their apartment and I thought she wasn't home. She was home. She just never came out of her room! I was there for 5 hours and she didn't come out once. At first, I was just like whatever. Now Tony and Maria live in Chicago. They fly out to LA a few times a year. When they do, my sister and I always make the effort to go and share a meal with Tony. Maria NEVER comes. I understand that she also wants to see her family, but she could at least get to know our family a little bit. One meal at least. She always come up with the lamest excuses too.  The latest one she gave this past weekend was that she had to go shopping for a dress.  We weren't meeting up for dinner until 9:30 PM.  What kind of store is she shopping at that is open past 9?!   When Tony first started dating Maria I was so excited for him.  I was hoping that Maria and I would become close too.  I hope some day this changes.  People tell me that maybe she's intimidated by me, but I don't see why she would be.  I don' think I've ever been rude or mean to her.  I'm hesitant to bring this up with Tony.  I'm afraid he'll get defensive and think I don't like her.  Then he'll go tell her what I said and that will make things even worse.   Plus, I suck at discussing uncomfortable topics.  I'm the post non-confrontational person in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1454440146231019778?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1454440146231019778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1454440146231019778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1454440146231019778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1454440146231019778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-dont-you-like-me.html' title='Why don&apos;t you like me?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2546645902155862504</id><published>2008-08-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:20:22.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Things in three's?</title><content type='html'>I've heard a theory that things happen in three's - weddings, births, deaths.  I hope this isn't true.  Why you ask?  Because right now another one of my uncle's is on life support.  My mom and many other family members are flying out to Seattle today to be there before they pull the plug.  What is going on?  Within 2 months there are 2 deaths on my mom's side of the family.  My goodness.  I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.  Sadly, the odds are against us.  See, my mom's side of the family is HUGE.  She has 11 siblings, 5 half brothers and sisters and 5 full siblings.  The half-siblings are all getting up in there in years.  They're all over 75 and for some, their health isn't so good.   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't even prepared for this one.  With my last uncle, he was sick for months and we knew it was coming.  This time not so much.  Here's what happened.  Monday my uncle had a mild stroke.  He was doing fine after a few days and then he went home.  There was a good prognosis and everyone said he'd be okay.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  I thought everything would be okay.  I didn't think anything of it after that.  On Thursday he wasn't feeling well again so they forced him to go back to the hospital.  They determined he suffered another mild stroke so he had to stay in the hospital again.  He went into the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time.  They went into the bathroom to check on him and he was on the floor.  He had a major heart attack.  That's when he went on life support.  My mom called me at work Friday morning to book her a flight to Seattle which shocked me.  At this point I thought my uncle was fine.  No one told me he was back in the hospital.  I might not be able to make to Seattle in time.  I have things going on at work that I just can't miss.  I'm going to leave Monday night, but have to be back in San Diego by Saturday afternoon.    I really hope things to happen in three's.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2546645902155862504?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2546645902155862504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2546645902155862504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2546645902155862504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2546645902155862504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-in-threes.html' title='Things in three&apos;s?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-827652298999032724</id><published>2008-08-15T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T07:05:58.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>What are you looking at?</title><content type='html'>The Boy and I attended the &lt;a href="http://www.robinthicke.com/"&gt;Robin Thicke&lt;/a&gt; concert at the House of Blues the other night.  It was a great show.  Robin Thicke's new album is going to be sooooo good.  I can't wait until it comes out next month.  The show could've been a little bit more pleasurable though.  I say this because it was super hot in there. It was as if there was no air conditioning up in there.  Part of me wanted to leave it was so hot.  Some people actually did leave.  Also, The Boy is kind of annoying at concerts.  He's always people watching and then he points out the funny people to me.  If I don't look he keeps bothering me.  When he does this, I'm thinking to myself "Dude, I didn't come here to look at these other people.  That's insert performer's name up there.  I'd rather look at him instead."  I've noticed he only does this at concerts where the performers are male.  Coincidence?  I think not.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-827652298999032724?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/827652298999032724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=827652298999032724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/827652298999032724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/827652298999032724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-you-looking-at.html' title='What are you looking at?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3609575098813492080</id><published>2008-08-13T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:33:31.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaaack</title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since my last post. I started writing, but never finished a whole slew of posts. I decided to just delete them all. Nothing new or exciting going on in my life lately. The Boy has 2 weeks until he takes the first part of his medical boards. He is NOT fun to be around lately. I've spend pretty much the past few weekends in LA watching him study. Exciting, no? Can not wait until he is done with this test. Then I can have my fun boyfriend back. However this also means that he may potentially be leaving. See, once passes this test he'll start his clinical rotations. He may do these in New York, Bakersfield, Los Angeles, Detroit, or a number of other cities. My vote is for some where in Los Angeles, as close to home as possible. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; get to choose were he does them though, so where he'll be is pretty much up in the air right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start classes again soon.  I'm so not looking forward to it.  I'm taking a bunch of accounting classes next semester.  I hate accounting it's so hard for me.  Mainly because the classes I'm taking are online.  Accounting is hard to learn on your own!  My friend Lana was taking the same classes as me before and we would help each other out.  She's in law school now so I'm on my own with these coming up classes.  I have nobody to be miserable with.  Gotta get back to work, but I'll try to post a little bit more frequently from now on.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3609575098813492080?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3609575098813492080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3609575098813492080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3609575098813492080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3609575098813492080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-baaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaack'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4504416738268243062</id><published>2008-07-09T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:11.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas take 2</title><content type='html'>Off to Vegas again.  This time we're flying.  I'm actually at the airport right now.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SHUpNtv6jfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wW0A5gCbiEo/s1600-h/IMG00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SHUpNtv6jfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wW0A5gCbiEo/s320/IMG00173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221124658601561586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatley, the premise of this trip isn't as happy as our last planned trip to Vegas.  My &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-sue-or-not-to-sue.html"&gt;uncle&lt;/a&gt; passed away over the weekend.  The funeral is tomorrow.  On a happier note, The Boy's birthday was Monday so we're staying in Vegas until Sunday to celebrate.  We have some friends that were already planning on being in Vegas for the weekend and some of my cousins have decided to stay the weekend in Vegas as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our travel to Vegas isn't as eventful as our previous trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4504416738268243062?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4504416738268243062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4504416738268243062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4504416738268243062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4504416738268243062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-las-vegas-take-2.html' title='Viva Las Vegas take 2'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SHUpNtv6jfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wW0A5gCbiEo/s72-c/IMG00173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2056987722568045120</id><published>2008-06-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:11.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greek yogurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trader joe&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFqYa4noJeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cQBDkRVVFjY/s1600-h/P1010362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFqYa4noJeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cQBDkRVVFjY/s320/P1010362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213647106277385698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted before about my love for &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-important-meal-of-day.html"target="new"&gt;breakfast&lt;/a&gt;.  I think it's something that was instilled with me since I was young.  I always had breakfast in the morning.  My Dad would wake up early in the morning and make be breakfast EVERY morning before school.  After which he would go straight back to bed.  He would actually wake up at 6:30 am, cook me breakfast, then go right back to bed.  He was retired so he didn't have to get up to go to work or anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite breakfast meal is greek yogurt.  Greek-style honey yogurt from Trader Joe's to be exact.  I sprinkle it with some granola and a little bit of honey for some extra sweetness (I have the world's biggest sweet tooth).  I prefer Greek yogurt to regular yogurt because it's creamier and thicker.  If you haven't tried it, you should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2056987722568045120?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2056987722568045120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2056987722568045120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2056987722568045120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2056987722568045120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFqYa4noJeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cQBDkRVVFjY/s72-c/P1010362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-641261371741132929</id><published>2008-06-17T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:50:00.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>One good thing</title><content type='html'>that came out of the Vegas  &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-burn.html"target="new"&gt;fiasco&lt;/a&gt;, is that I discovered a new shampoo and conditioner that I now love.  We slept at Ed and Jen's house that night.  Since we were supposed to be staying at a hotel in Vegas, I didn't bring any shampoo and conditioner to use.  I was planning on just using whatever stuff the hotel had so I had to use the shampoo that Jen had in her spare bedroom.  It's Herbal Essences  &lt;a href="http://www.herbalessences.com/us/collections/hello_hydration/default.jsp?id=100008"target="new"&gt;Helio Hydration&lt;/a&gt;.  It smells so good and makes my hair so soft.  Last week I went to my favorite (Target!) and bought myself two bottles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-641261371741132929?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/641261371741132929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=641261371741132929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/641261371741132929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/641261371741132929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-good-thing.html' title='One good thing'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6023940802790368675</id><published>2008-06-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:36:39.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fires'/><title type='text'>To sue or not to sue</title><content type='html'>After last weekend's road trip to Vegas &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-burn.html"target="new"&gt;fiasco&lt;/a&gt;, a lot of people have been telling us we should sue the rental car company and/or Jeep.  I don't know though.  I don't want to be one of &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;people who sue for no reason.  As long as we aren't liable for the car and the company compensates us for what was lost in the fire, I'll be happy.  I have to admit, the thought of suing is pretty appealing.  We did miss out on a Vegas vacation.  We could've potentially been hurt in the fire or ran over or hit on the freeway as we ran away from the burning car.  And the thing that bothers me the most is that I didn't get to see my uncle one last time.  My uncle has been very sick for the past few months and it's getting down to the end for him.  He's been in the ICU for a week and a half now.  That weekend we would've been in Vegas would've been the last time I would've seen him alive.  That lost opportunity right there is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6023940802790368675?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6023940802790368675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6023940802790368675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6023940802790368675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6023940802790368675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-sue-or-not-to-sue.html' title='To sue or not to sue'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7394268261941473873</id><published>2008-06-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFPbwesA6yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uPiLTW6Aumg/s1600-h/5094818232262l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFPbwesA6yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uPiLTW6Aumg/s320/5094818232262l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211750819715672866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max turned 7 today, although he is a puppy at heart.  He's the world's biggest baby and I just love him to death.  Today The Boy and I are going to take Max to the park to let him play and by play I mean with other people.  Max doesn't like to play with other dogs.  He prefers people.  I bought him some new toys and some special doggie treats for him to enjoy later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy says I spoil Max too much.  It's true, I do.  It's hard not to.  I can't help myself.  My poor guy has been through a lot the past few years.  What can be so hard on a dog, you ask?  Well, I'll tell you.  A little over 2 years ago Max suffered from &lt;a href="http://www.veterinarypartner.com/Content.plx?P=A&amp;A=1663"target="new"&gt;Fibrocartilaginous Embolism&lt;/a&gt; or FCE.  Basically, it's like a stroke to the spine.  He lost use of his back right leg for a week or so.  It was horrible to watch him deal with it.  Normally Max is a happy go lucky kinda dog, always wanting to play and run around and eat.  When this happened, all he did was lay down for days.  He didn't want to play fetch.  He didn't want to eat.  He just laid there.  He was depressed.  Not even food got him excited.  His leg would drag behind him when he walked and so that started to get scratched up and bleed.  We had to keep it taped up until he was able to raise it off the ground when he walked.  It was a sad sight to see him walking around with his leg dragging on the floor after him.  I just wanted to follow him around and hold his little leg up for him.  Slowly but surely, he began to regain use of his leg.  It's still a little bit weak.  He falls down a lot and sometimes his leg shakes when he's standing, but my little guy is a trooper!  Within a week of his injury he was back to wanting to play again.  It broke my heart, because we weren't supposed to let him walk a lot, let alone play, for a month or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to June of last year.  We had taken Max to the dog park to play fetch.  Keep in mind that this is one of the first times I'd taken Max to the dog park since the whole FCE thing.  I'd been wary of bringing him to such a big open space to run around in.  I didn't want him to over exert himself and hurt his leg.  I finally thought his leg was getting to be strong enough to go to the park.  We had been there, playing fetch all of 5 minutes, when Max jumped up for the ball.  He starts to walk back to The Boy and I when I notice he isn't using his back right leg.  Yes, the same leg that was injured due to the FCE - the same leg!  He wouldn't put it on the ground.  He just kept it raised and was limping around on his other 3 legs.  I was so scared.  I didn't know what to think.  Was it the FCE again?  The Boy picked him up (which is not easy as Max weighs about 100 pounds) and we took him to the vet right away.  The vet examined him and knew right away that Max had torn his little doggie ACL and would need &lt;a href="http://www.thepetcenter.com/sur/knee.htm"target="new"&gt;surgery&lt;/a&gt;.  He had the surgery 3 days later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my little guy gets older, I worry about him more and more (Yes, I'm a big worry wort).  His leg is weak sometimes and all of the injuries he has had makes him more susceptible to arthritis.  He walks with a limp too.  He moves like an old man sometimes.  The Boy says I worry too much, but Max is my baby.  I'm his  mom.  I'm supposed to worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7394268261941473873?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7394268261941473873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7394268261941473873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7394268261941473873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7394268261941473873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-max.html' title='Happy birthday, Max!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SFPbwesA6yI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uPiLTW6Aumg/s72-c/5094818232262l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-8644185932419359192</id><published>2008-06-08T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>Let it burn</title><content type='html'>We never made it to Vegas.  30 minutes outside of Ontario this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SEyO65jaYsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/stb6f_uLNK4/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SEyO65jaYsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/stb6f_uLNK4/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209696011493728962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get in an accident or anything.  We were just driving along on our merry way when the car started to slow down.  At first we thought it was a flat tire cause we heard a popping noise when the car started to slow down.  We tried to pull over, but the car wouldn't move.  Then the hood popped open and flames started coming out of the front passenger side of the hood.  We all got out of the car and ran to the side of the freeway.  Some truck drivers stopped and called 911 for us.  The CHP and the local fire and police departments came out too.  They were all super nice and very accomodating to us.  They really did all that they could to help us out.  They called rental car companies for us and gave us rides.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully everyone got out safe AND it was a rental car, so nothing was lost.  We got all of our stuff out safely, too.  Unfortunately our trip got ruined.  We were stuck in Hesperia with no car and all the local rental companies were closed.  We have a friend that lives in San Bernardino and we called him to pick us up.  We spent the night at his house and he drove us home the next day.  According to the CHP on site, Chrysler jeeps are prone to catching on fire.  Keep that in mind if you ever plan on purchasing one or if you're renting a car and they try to give you one - don't take it!  The car we had was a Patriot and we were told by the company that it was only 4 months old.  So a brand new car caught on fire for no apparent reason.  This was NOT good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-8644185932419359192?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8644185932419359192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=8644185932419359192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8644185932419359192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8644185932419359192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-it-burn.html' title='Let it burn'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SEyO65jaYsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/stb6f_uLNK4/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6596609152601321607</id><published>2008-06-06T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T16:45:45.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Vegas for the weekend for a birthday celebration. The Boy's friend, &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/case-of-disappearing-engagement-ring.html"target="new"&gt;Choco&lt;/a&gt;, is turning the big 3-0! I'll try to post a recap as soon as possible.  Wish me luck!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a a side note . . . Cheena still doesn't wear her engagement ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6596609152601321607?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6596609152601321607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6596609152601321607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6596609152601321607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6596609152601321607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3975563148469007100</id><published>2008-06-01T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:19:36.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Lazy days</title><content type='html'>The last week I had off from work was nice.  Made me want to never have to go back to work.  Here's a quick run down of what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the gym every day - EVERY DAY!  The Boy is a monster!  He pushes me so hard at the gym.  It's funny sometimes.  I'll be doing weights and he'll want me to do heavier weights and I won't want to.  One time there was this older lady working oujt next to us.  She had a personal trainer and they were doing the same exercise we were doing, but the old lady ywas doing about 15 more pounds than I was doing.  The Boy kept saying to me, "See that old lady?  You want here to beat you.  She's doing more than you.  Don't be a wuss.  She's beating you."  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did some shopping.  Checked out the Nordstrom half yearly sale and bought a dress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate at &lt;a href="http://www.rockenwagner.com/cafe.html"target="new"&gt;3 Square Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in Venice and Jinky's Cafe in Sherman Oaks, two places I've been wanting to try&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate at a bunch of restaurants in LA that I miss, such as California Roll Factory, Zankou, and Toast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked up some red velvet cupcakes from &lt;a href="http://www.crumbsbakeshop.com/"target="new"&gt;Crumbs&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://www.buttercakebakery.com/"target="new"&gt;Buttercake Bakery&lt;/a&gt; (I LOVE LOVE LOVE red velvet cake.  I liked the Crumbs version better.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a whole lot of basketball.  The Boy loves him some Lakers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to a Midnight showing of the Sex and the City movie with Lana, who had won tickets that were only good for the Friday Midnight showing.  Good thing I didn't have work the next day!  Loved the movie!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a relaxing, very chill week.  I'm just sad it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3975563148469007100?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3975563148469007100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3975563148469007100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3975563148469007100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3975563148469007100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week-i-had-off-from-work-was-nice.html' title='Lazy days'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3150246422165847874</id><published>2008-05-27T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:32:39.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Off for the week</title><content type='html'>I have the week off from work.  Originally, I had hoped to take a road trip with The Boy for a few days, but his parents are going out of town so we &lt;strike&gt;got stuck&lt;/strike&gt; are housesitting instead.  I was disappointed when The Boy told me we wouldn't be able to go a trip.  His parents told him just a few days ago that they were going out of the country and need him to house sit.  I'm thinking, "thanks for the heads up."  Granted, The Boy and I didn't have concrete plans for our trip.  We were just going to head up the coast to stop along the way.  Play it by ear, you know.  Since that's out of the question now, I figured we could make the most of it.  We're going to use this week to visit places in LA that we've been wanting to go, but just haven't had the time to go to yet.  Try some new restaurants.  Visit with friends that I don't see regularly.  Hit up restaurants that I used to frequent when I lived there and now miss.  Things like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3150246422165847874?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3150246422165847874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3150246422165847874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3150246422165847874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3150246422165847874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/off-for-week.html' title='Off for the week'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1582550278096184356</id><published>2008-05-27T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='william rast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><title type='text'>In those jeans</title><content type='html'>Last week, I went to another sample sale.  It was a &lt;a href="http://www.williamrast.com/"&gt;William Rast&lt;/a&gt;/People's Liberation warehouse sale.  Samples sales are hit or miss.  Sometimes there are good deals to be had and sometimes it just sucks ass.  This was not an ass sucking sale.  It wasn't crowded AT ALL.  Usually, people line up an hour ahead of time and it is super crowded inside.  I was so happy when I showed up 20 minutes before the sale started and saw somethingI've never seen before at a sale - ZERO people waiting!  At first I thought I was in the wrong area.  I double checked that I had the right address and did a little happy dance that there was no line.  Then I started wondering why no one was there.  Maybe the sale was canceled and I didn't know it.  Maybe everyone knows the sale is going to suck ass.  I was hoping neither was the case.  I did see a few other girls driving around and looking at the building.  At 9:00 I headed inside and found out that there was a huge selection.  In my size, there were probably 4 or 5 big racks to look through.  Granted, many of them were the same styles, but still.  There was a huge selection and a good amount of each style so there was no fighting over a small selection.  Not only that, but the prices were unbelievable.  $50 for a pair of jeans.  Can you believe that?  $50 for jeans that normally retail around $189 to over $200.  That price is just too good to pass up I say.  I got myself two pairs, which I was happy with.  That's 2 pairs for less than the price of one.  It really doesn't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of what I brought home with me that day.  Both jeans are William Rast.  The one on the left is a pair of skinny jeans and the pair on the right have flared legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDyZArKSsTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FI_BJJk6t3M/s1600-h/wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDyZArKSsTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FI_BJJk6t3M/s320/wr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205203506198393138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1582550278096184356?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1582550278096184356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1582550278096184356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1582550278096184356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1582550278096184356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-those-jeans.html' title='In those jeans'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDyZArKSsTI/AAAAAAAAAGI/FI_BJJk6t3M/s72-c/wr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1884904353266096005</id><published>2008-05-22T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phil&apos;s BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in awhile.  Sorry about that.  I have a bunch of half finished posts that I've written and never got around to finishing.  Until then, here's a few things I've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the Alicia Keys at the Sports Arena in San Diego with The Boy, Lana and her boyfriend.  The show was SOOOO good.  Jordin Sparks and Ne-yo were the opening acts.  I'm not too familiar with Jordin Sparks and I don't really follow American Idol so her stuff was all new to me.  She has some pretty decent songs.  I've been a big fan of Ne-yo since he came out.  I love all his songs.  Alicia Keys put on a great performance.  She has an amazing voice and she looks so good right now!  I know some people give her a hard time about her weight and say that she looks big, but whatever.  She looked good.  She put on an amazing show.  Before the concert, we ate at &lt;a href="http://www.philsbbq.net/"target="new"&gt;Phil's BBQ&lt;/a&gt;.  When we first got there the line was way out the door.  Not to worry though, the line moves super fast.  We were seated and got our food within 20 minutes.  Even if it had taken longer, it would SO be worth it.  The food is that good.  And the onion rings!  Ah-mazing!  Here's a pic I snapped.  Please excuse the craptacularness of it.  It's from my camera phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDY2zLKSsSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V2wI3YNpeI0/s1600-h/IMG00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDY2zLKSsSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V2wI3YNpeI0/s320/IMG00150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203406672270373154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had the most wonderful dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.hardrockhotelsd.com/dining-&amp;-nightlife/nobu"target="new"&gt;Nobu&lt;/a&gt; inside of the &lt;a href="http://www.hardrockhotelsd.com/"target="new"&gt;Hard Rock Hotel&lt;/a&gt; in downtown.  My friend's brother works there so we were given special treatment.  We didn't even have to order.  We just sat down and course after course was brought out to us.  We seriously ate for 3 hours.  3 hours!  A lot of the stuff we had wasn't even on the menu.  All of it was super yummy.  I don't even know what it was.  The food just came out to us.  Probably one of the best meals I've ever had.  I do remember one dish we had was lobster salad.  I'm not a real big fan of lobster.  I like it just fine, but I don't love it as much as others do, but this lobster salad was definitely a winner.  And the bill, oh $60 each.  There was 5 of us at dinner so that's only a $300 dinner bill.  Pretty good for Nobu if you ask me.  I know most of our bill was comped and the rest of the meal's price was discounted.  Nobu is a great restaurant, though a little pricey.  The atmosphere is nice, very young and trendy.  I wouldn't mind going back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's just been work and school, work and school.  I'm sure there are other exciting things to share, but at the moment I just can't remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1884904353266096005?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1884904353266096005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1884904353266096005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1884904353266096005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1884904353266096005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SDY2zLKSsSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/V2wI3YNpeI0/s72-c/IMG00150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2370239332363096725</id><published>2008-04-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand mixer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>The new love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgHX7reetI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jsh5wAhsJrE/s1600-h/P1010363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgHX7reetI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jsh5wAhsJrE/s320/P1010363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190406678282926802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought this baby home with me as a birthday present to myself a few months ago.  I've been wanting one for awhile, but had been putting it off because it's quite pricey.  I haven't made good use of it yet.  Mainly because I'm trying to lose some weight and I have very little self-control.  If I had a house full of baked goods, I'd probably eat them all myself.  Plus summer is right around the corner.  I'd try to share my baked goods with my friends, but most of them are pretty lame and are so worried about their weight so I know they won't eat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2370239332363096725?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2370239332363096725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2370239332363096725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2370239332363096725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2370239332363096725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-love-of-my-life.html' title='The new love of my life'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgHX7reetI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jsh5wAhsJrE/s72-c/P1010363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5056846434667983554</id><published>2008-04-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:12.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Administrative Professional's Assistant's Day</title><content type='html'>Be sure to thanks your administrative assistants's today.  Here are 2 cards I made for the girls in my office.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SA94ZNgNjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nvkmheiktkQ/s1600-h/cards.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SA94ZNgNjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nvkmheiktkQ/s320/cards.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192501269898301202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5056846434667983554?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5056846434667983554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5056846434667983554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5056846434667983554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5056846434667983554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-administrative-professionals.html' title='Happy Administrative Professional&apos;s Assistant&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SA94ZNgNjxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/nvkmheiktkQ/s72-c/cards.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1107260408035261587</id><published>2008-04-17T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:13.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>Lunch time fun</title><content type='html'>Target is right across the street from where I work.  There are times when I'm in there practically every day, twice a day even.  Lately though I haven't been frequenting it so much.  I don't know why.  Probably because I've been trying to curb my spending lately and its easier for me to do that if I'm not tempted.  Not going to Target = no temptation.  I did pop into Target the other day during my lunch break on the premise of getting some plastic storage bins.  I did get the storage bins and a few other items.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this for my bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgXxrreeuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GX88wxmAO0o/s1600-h/P1010365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgXxrreeuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GX88wxmAO0o/s320/P1010365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424712850602722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this cozy hoodie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgYkLreevI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YWapjE47Hxw/s1600-h/P1010366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgYkLreevI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YWapjE47Hxw/s320/P1010366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190425580433996530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally bummed that I missed out on a totally cute dress.  It's been so long since I've been to Target, I totally missed out on scooping up some of the super cute Jovovich-Hawk items that are only available for a limited time.  I saw this cute little number, but they only had 3 left, none of which were my size.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R_ab4de2-HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NwAo342CtKE/s1600-h/jovo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R_ab4de2-HI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NwAo342CtKE/s320/jovo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185503415252744306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was walking past the clothes section, I saw my ex-boyfriend's older brother out of the corner of my eye.  I quickly turned into the clothes to hide.  I did NOT want to see him.  I haven't seen him or my horrible ex in 10 years and I did not want to make small talk with this guy and have him go tell his brother he saw me.  My relationship with his brother was the WORST relationship ever.  I regret ever going out with the guy.  Ugh - I cringe just thinking about it.  What was I thinking?!  Why in the hell did I ever date that guy?  My friend, Natasha was with me at Target and she ran into the ex's brother.  I saw them talking so I made sure to stay far away.  They chatted for a few minutes and he did mention to her that he had seen me from far away.    I did feel a little stupid hiding from him, but that feeling is better than having to talk to him.  Ugh, I hate living in the same city as my ex again.  This never happened when I was living in LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1107260408035261587?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1107260408035261587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1107260408035261587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1107260408035261587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1107260408035261587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/lunch-time-fun.html' title='Lunch time fun'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/SAgXxrreeuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/GX88wxmAO0o/s72-c/P1010365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1923187043240996606</id><published>2008-04-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:12:52.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>How did you get here</title><content type='html'>I have a site counter attached to this blog.  I check the stats every now and then.  One thing I find interesting is how people find my blog.  Sometimes it's from other blogs and sometimes it's from google searches.  What's interesting is the searches that people do that lead them here.  One of the most recent searches was "why are my panties soaking wet by morning."  This search lead the user to this &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning-surprise.html"target="new"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about how I sat down on a wet seat at church.  I doubt my post had anything relevant to the user, but I sure hope that she eventually found the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1923187043240996606?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1923187043240996606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1923187043240996606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1923187043240996606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1923187043240996606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-did-you-get-here.html' title='How did you get here'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4027758203635413314</id><published>2008-04-04T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:45:08.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><title type='text'>Autism Awareness</title><content type='html'>April 2 was Autism Awareness Day, so this post is a few days late. Autism is something I've been reading a lot about lately. One of my cousin's (he's really more like a baby brother to me) is border-line autistic.  He's a senior in high school now and is very high-functioning.  He's a very smart kid, he's just is a little off sometimes.  He doesn't have very good conversation skills and is very very socially awkward.  It's really hard to talk to him. I can only understand about half of the things that come out of his mouth. Lots of what he says in nonsense.  He talks mostly about cartoons.  He's like a a 10 year with bad manners.  The worst thing about it is that his parents ignore it like there's nothing different about him. They never took him to classes or anything of the sort. It makes me so sad and upsets me when I think about it. He was such a good kid growing up.  He's very sweet and considerate.  Classes could've helped his development so much.  He gets frustrated and very easily upset, especially when he's talking to people.  It's very hard for him to express himself.  Because of this, he gets frustrated when he's trying to talk to somebody and they can't understand what he's saying.  So if he's talking to me and I say to him "What did you just say?  Can you say it again?,"  he'll just say "Nevermind. Forget it" and start rambling again about something else.  Recently I found out that another one of my cousin's has been diagnosed as autistic. He's three years old. He hasn't started speaking yet, which is why his parents were getting him tested. He can say "hi" and "bye" but that's pretty much it. Thankfully, his parents are taking him to classes two times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole autism thing is pretty scary. It seems like more and more kids these days are being diagnosed as autistic. I saw this &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/02/mccarthy.autsimtreatment/index.html?eref=rss_topstories"target="new"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on CNN the other day that I found it pretty interesting.  Hopefully they can find out what causes autism.  I know it will be awhile from now. I do what I can to help. Have you ever heard of &lt;a href="http://www.goodsearch.com/"target="new"&gt;Good Search&lt;/a&gt;?  It's a search engine powered by Yahoo!  With every search you do, money gets donated to an organization or school of your choice.  I use it as my search engine and I've designated my organization of choice to be Cure Autism Now.  You should try it too.  Pick an organzation you like and help them out too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4027758203635413314?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4027758203635413314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4027758203635413314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4027758203635413314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4027758203635413314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/autism-awareness.html' title='Autism Awareness'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5332033167647332830</id><published>2008-04-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:58:38.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TMI'/><title type='text'>A little TMI</title><content type='html'>A few months ago my doctor switched the type of birth control I was on.  It's one of those low dose estrogen ones.  I was told to give it a few months to see if it was a good match for me.  All was going well until last month.  Normally that time of the month comes for me like clockwork.  It comes on Wednesday and is gone by Sunday.  Last month it came and went.  Then 2 weeks later I had it again!  This time it lasted for 10 days!  I chalked it up to my body adjusting and what not so I didn't do anything about it.  Yesterday I had some spotting again.  This time I made a phone call to my doctor and I'm scheduled to go back in next week to switch the type of pills I'm on.  I'm told the problem has something to do with the low levels of estrogen.  I hope things get back to normal soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5332033167647332830?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5332033167647332830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5332033167647332830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5332033167647332830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5332033167647332830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-tmi.html' title='A little TMI'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3868257766030964071</id><published>2008-04-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:35:25.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><title type='text'>Maybe I should just quit</title><content type='html'>At my job, we work one Saturday a month.  For some reason, the Saturday we work always happens to fall on a day where there are some good sample sales going on.  Since I can't go, maybe those of you that are fortunate enough to NOT be working can go instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seychelles Warehouse Sale &lt;br /&gt;4/4 (10am-5pm) and 4/5 (10am-4pm)&lt;br /&gt;Save on women's flats, pumps, wedges, boots, sneakers and more&lt;br /&gt; 202 N. Nash St., &lt;br /&gt;El Segundo 90245.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewarehousesale.com/event_details.php?id=146&amp;PHPSESSID=16ce1bc01402df0d2a8ced755516ea8e"target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Warehouse sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles Convention Center&lt;br /&gt;Petree Hall&lt;br /&gt;1201 South Figueroa Street&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, CA 90015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSVP Now for FREE admission&lt;br /&gt;$5 Admission without RSVP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday April 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:00 AM - 04:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or join us a day early at our VIP Private Sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday April 5, 2008&lt;br /&gt;10:00 AM - 04:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy VIP Ticket now for $15 &lt;br /&gt;or at the door for $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GIFT BAG for the first 200 customers. &lt;br /&gt;(VIP Day only)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3868257766030964071?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3868257766030964071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3868257766030964071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3868257766030964071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3868257766030964071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-i-should-just-quit.html' title='Maybe I should just quit'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5309115489190823593</id><published>2008-04-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:03:25.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning surprise</title><content type='html'>You know what really sucks? Going to church, sitting down and then jumping right up out of your seat because it's all wet and then having to sit through the whole service with wet pants. That happened to me Sunday morning at church. The first thought that ran through my head was "Oh god, I hope its not pee." Ew, can you imagine if it had been. Luckily for me it was just rain. It had been raining Saturday night and apparently the roof at church has some leaks in it. As soon as I sat down, my butt felt wet. I immediately got up and went to the bathroom to try and dry off as much as possible. It's not like my pants were soaking wet or anything. They were just wet enough for it to be annoying and uncomfortable. And I was wearing leggings. Leggings! Let me tell you, sitting for an hour with wet leggings right against your skin is not a good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5309115489190823593?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5309115489190823593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5309115489190823593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5309115489190823593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5309115489190823593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunday-morning-surprise.html' title='Sunday morning surprise'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6721192816737342165</id><published>2008-03-29T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:35:10.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine tasting'/><title type='text'>The wheels on the bus</title><content type='html'>Recently, a bunch of my friends and I went wine tasting in Temecula. We took a shuttle tour from &lt;a href="http://www.gogrape.com/"target="new"&gt;Go Grape&lt;/a&gt;. So. Much. Fun. We did the vineyard picnic tour. It's really a good deal as you get a box lunch, transportation to four wineries, and at least 5 glasses at each winery, all for about $100 a person. We were lucky and got to go to 5 wineries since our tour was running ahead of schedule. I started out drinking every single glass that I had.  By the third winery, I couldn't do it.  I was getting so drunk.  I only drank the ones I really like, then I gave the others to The Boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour starts in the morning. They pick you up from your hotel, along with other groups that are going on the tour. You all pile in and go from there. It's funny to see how the atmosphere on the bus progresses throughout the day. At first everyone is quiet and talking only to their group of friends they came with and using their indoor voices. By the end of the day, when everyone is good and liquored up, all of that is thrown out the window. Our bus was pretty rowdy by the time we left the last winery and were on our way back to our hotel. Girls started dancing in the aisle. People were hooting and hollering. It was some good times. I highly suggest everyone try it some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6721192816737342165?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6721192816737342165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6721192816737342165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6721192816737342165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6721192816737342165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/03/wheels-on-bus.html' title='The wheels on the bus'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7131119933087477132</id><published>2008-03-27T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:35:46.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Common'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>A little time off</title><content type='html'>I've been off from work this whole week.  I've been doing a lot of nothing.  I've been sleeping in (which I never do.  I'm an early bird), playing with the dog, and watching movies on On Demand.  It feels good to just hang out for a few extra days.  I did drive up and hang out with The Boy for a little bit.  This is what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQfxt3yjxcQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BQfxt3yjxcQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's Kanye West.  I know it's hard to see, but it really is him.  He was at the club Area in Los Angeles Tuesday night along with Common.  It was crazy crowded up in there.  I'm talking standing shoulder to shoulder with some sweaty/smelly people, but it was worth it.  They basically did a little mini-concert.  They performed Go, Flashing Lights, Stonger, Good Life, and a few others I can't remember right now.  What makes it even better is that it was free to get in.  My friend has the hook up and was able to get us in without a cover charge.  Perez Hilton even &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-03-26-the-good-life"target="new"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7131119933087477132?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7131119933087477132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7131119933087477132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7131119933087477132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7131119933087477132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-time-off.html' title='A little time off'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6034472185881326572</id><published>2008-03-17T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:13.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl scout cookies'/><title type='text'>Where have all the girl scouts gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R97yw8Xrt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/45UsIKprS5U/s1600-h/cookies_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R97yw8Xrt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/45UsIKprS5U/s320/cookies_group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178843544175753026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love girl scout cookies.  My most favorite of them all is the thin mints.  I could eat a whole box of them all by myself.  Seriously, I love them.  This year I haven't seen any girl scouts at the stores, which is odd because I go to the grocery store A LOT.  Once a week at least.  I didn't realize that this Sunday was last day of girl scout cookie season.  I am so sad.  If I had known, I totally would've driven around to find me some cookies.  The Boy actually bought some cookies a few weeks ago, but he didn't buy the kind I liked.  What good is he to me if he can't even buy me one little box of cookies?  He just might need to be replaced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6034472185881326572?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6034472185881326572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6034472185881326572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6034472185881326572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6034472185881326572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-have-all-girl-scouts-gone.html' title='Where have all the girl scouts gone?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R97yw8Xrt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/45UsIKprS5U/s72-c/cookies_group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-8225428323299399000</id><published>2008-03-07T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:48:02.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>It's getting hot in herre</title><content type='html'>It's like it's summer outside. The sun has come out and the air conditioning has been turned on. You know what that means? A trip to the mall. I'm in need of some new tank tops and short sleeved clothes. I picked up a few tops at Nordstrom and Forever 21. This was my first big shopping trip in awhile. I wanted to buy so much stuff. I forgot how much fun shopping can be! My bank account, however, does not agree. More than half of my new clothing is for work though. That makes me feel a little bit better about my purchases. This shopping trip is definitely helping me get out of my weird funk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-8225428323299399000?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8225428323299399000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=8225428323299399000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8225428323299399000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8225428323299399000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-getting-hot-in-herre.html' title='It&apos;s getting hot in herre'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1093797820496940304</id><published>2008-03-03T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:38:51.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Where ya been?</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since my last post.  I wish I could say it's because I've been so busy with fun and exciting activities.  Alas, I cannot.  I've been around, just reading other people's blogs.  I just haven't posted in awhile.  I've been in a funk the past couple weeks.  It's not really a depression, but depression-like.  I come home at the end of the day and just want to be alone.  Didn't want to go anywhere.  Didn't want to do anything.  It was an overall blah feeling.  I started writing a few posts, but never finished/posted them.  I've been uninspired and unmotivated lately.  I think it's over now.  I'll try to post something less depressing and more exciting tomorrow.  For now, I have an accounting book calling my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1093797820496940304?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1093797820496940304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1093797820496940304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1093797820496940304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1093797820496940304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-ya-been.html' title='Where ya been?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-3917176073639538797</id><published>2008-02-16T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:33:07.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>The most important meal of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love me some breakfast. It's probably my favorite meal to go out for.  Yesterday I had breakfast and &lt;a href="http://www.cafeonpark.com/"&gt;Cafe on Park&lt;/a&gt; with my friend, Lana.  It was my first time eating there and it was SO good.  Whenever we go out for breakfast, we order a sweet dish and a savory dish then we just share them.  This time we ordered the Captain Crunch Pancake and a meatloaf, sundreid tomato, spinach, onion, and mozarella cheese egg scramble. When they brought out the pancake I was surprised.  It was the biggest pancake EVER.  It's kinda hard to see its humungousness from this picture (which I got off of &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com"&gt;yelp&lt;/a&gt;), but trust me - it's HUGE!  And super yummy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/hJxA6oMYATZZwmuc9YSlhw/l"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/hJxA6oMYATZZwmuc9YSlhw/l" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The egg scramble was also very very tasty.  Cafe on Park is a definite winner.  I've heard good things about their waffle.  I'll have to go back soon and try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-3917176073639538797?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3917176073639538797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=3917176073639538797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3917176073639538797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/3917176073639538797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-important-meal-of-day.html' title='The most important meal of the day'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7605339920535275014</id><published>2008-02-13T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:13.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy almost Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R7PHJTExY_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lRWLwwQLtBs/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R7PHJTExY_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lRWLwwQLtBs/s320/DSCN0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166692160077128690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the boy and I are going out to dinner.  Nothing too fancy or expensive though, just a simple and relaxed dinner.  We don't even exchange gifts.  He gets me flowers, but that's it.  It's okay though, because I'm not really into Valentine's Day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to just cook dinner at home.  Then I realized that I can't even remember the last time the boy and I went out for a nice dinner alone.  We've been together for so long, that we often find ourselves just hanging out at home or only going out when there are other people involved.  Me thinks that we need to have date nights more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7605339920535275014?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7605339920535275014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7605339920535275014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7605339920535275014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7605339920535275014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-almost-valentines-day.html' title='Happy almost Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R7PHJTExY_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/lRWLwwQLtBs/s72-c/DSCN0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6229220196598452821</id><published>2008-02-12T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:10:45.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>1500 Ocean Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sandiego.tripgate.com/image/coronado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sandiego.tripgate.com/image/coronado.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant week was a few weeks ago.  We went to 1500, which is located inside of Hotel del.  I failed to recap about it for two reasons: laziness and a lack of pictures.  The boy forgot his camera!  Instead, I've gathered a bunch of pictures that I found on other websites or blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what we ordered:&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers: Celery Root Soup: Grilled mushroom, chive oil and Cured Yellowtail: Jicama, chili, avocado mousse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course:  Seared Diver Scallops: Squash puree, shaved brussel sprouts, almond brown butter and Grilled Angus Beef Culotte: Olive oil crushed potatoes, smoked bacon, persimmon salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:  Warm Chocolate Chipotle Cake: Caramel ice cream, banana and Mango Crème Brulee: Fennel compote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was very very good.  They also start you out with bread for the table.  There are 2 kinds of bread, cheese biscuits and something else.  I don't remember what the other bread is because I didn't like it and I LOVED the cheese biscuits.  I probably had about 4 of them.  I really wanted to have more, but I was being self-conscious about how many I had.  Nobody else was eating as much as I was.  Everything we had was perfectly cooked and tasted so good.  My only complaint is that there wasn't enough of it!  Not that the portions were small, I just wanted more :)  My meat was perfectly cooked and the crushed potatoes were the perfect compliment to them.  The bacon added a nice touch to the potatoes.  The scallops, were again, perfectly cooked - brown on the outside and nice and buttery on the inside.  The cake was sooooo good.  I'd never had chocolate that was spicy, so I was really excited to try this out.  I enjoyed the little kick the spice gave to the desert, the boy not so much.  The mango creme brulee was just as good, smooth and creamy.  Perfect for anyone who doesn't really enjoy chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread basket (Following pictures &lt;strike&gt;stolen&lt;/strike&gt; borrowed from &lt;a href="http://aliceqfoodie.blogspot.com/"target="new"&gt;Alice Q Foodie&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/360209626_a695d08ab7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/360209626_a695d08ab7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipotle cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/363961344_6be30cbbaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/363961344_6be30cbbaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes, not food related.  It was difficult to get a reservation.  When we got there it wasn't very busy and I saw lots of empty tables the whole night.  Weird.  Maybe people didn't show up or they underbook so that hotel guests won't have trouble eating there if they want?  The service was great.  The waiter was very attentive.  There was also a guitar player at the restaurant.  We were seated a few tables away from him.  At first I thought it might get annoying, but he wasn't overly loud or anything.  It ended up being nice background music.  The decor was elegant and nice.  It wasn't as stuffy or old as I had expected since the del is an old hotel.  It would be nice to go back when the weather is warmer so that we could eat outside and enjoy the nice oceanside view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a great meal.  And at $40, a definite steal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6229220196598452821?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6229220196598452821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6229220196598452821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6229220196598452821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6229220196598452821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/1500-ocean-review.html' title='1500 Ocean Review'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/360209626_a695d08ab7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4120538181585538610</id><published>2008-02-12T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:06:29.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sales'/><title type='text'>Time to stock up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In need of some wine?  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.wallywine.com/" target=" new"&gt;Wally's &lt;/a&gt;tent sale in Westwood this weekend.  I sound like a commercial, don't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for this post.  I tried coming up with something else fun and/or witty to add, but I got nothing.  That's all.  Just go by yourself some good and cheap wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4120538181585538610?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4120538181585538610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4120538181585538610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4120538181585538610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4120538181585538610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-stock-up.html' title='Time to stock up'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1476283452413376019</id><published>2008-02-11T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:23:20.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Happy early birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barneys.com/images/barneys/product/PG_15110.5183_FS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.barneys.com/images/barneys/product/PG_15110.5183_FS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a pair of Lanvin ballet flats at the &lt;a href="http://www.barkerhangar.com/index.html"target="new"&gt;Barney&lt;/a&gt;'s sale this weekend.  The boy actually bought them for me as part of my birthday gift.  They were quite the splurge.  I also got a Top Shop top.  The boy picked up a pair of shoes.  I was hoping to find some boots.  No such luck.  I only saw two pairs of boots in my size.  Both pairs were just eh.  I didn't spend much time browsing the racks of clothes at the sale.  By the time we got there, I had a horrible headache and just wasn't in the mood.  There are many things that can cause me to not be in the mood.  Headaches.  Uncomfortable clothing and/or shoes.  Crowds.  All three non-shopping mood causing factors were present on Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading home, we ate at &lt;a href="http://www.bossafood.com/"target="new"&gt;Bossa Nova&lt;/a&gt; over on Pico and swung by &lt;a href="http://www.muginohousa.com/"target="new"&gt;Beard Papa's&lt;/a&gt; for some yummy cream puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a rundown of my Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept in.  Missed church - oops!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked the dog.  Had breakfast then gave the dog a much needed bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After everyone was clean,  the boy, the dog and I all fell asleep on the bed.  Can we say lazy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up from aforementioned nap and did homework while the boy watched basketball and played xbox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had dinner with the boy and his parents before driving back home to San Diego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Wishing it wasn't Sunday night and that I didn't have to work tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1476283452413376019?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1476283452413376019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1476283452413376019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1476283452413376019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1476283452413376019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-early-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy early birthday to me'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6303956494818467190</id><published>2008-02-09T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T07:20:04.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><title type='text'>going to see Barney</title><content type='html'>No, not that Barney. A better barney. On my way to Santa Monica to check out the semi-annual Barney's warehouse sale (oh, and to see the boy too). I'll let you know how it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6303956494818467190?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6303956494818467190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6303956494818467190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6303956494818467190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6303956494818467190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-see-barney.html' title='going to see Barney'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7599610339815567208</id><published>2008-02-07T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:29:20.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>40 days and 40 nights</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent.  During this time, you're supposed to give up something such as chocolate or candy or smoking or drinking.  It's a sacrifice you're making.  In the past, I've given up soda, coffee, and chocolate.  I've been trying to think of what to give up this year.  I was having a hard time coming up with something.  I don't drink soda or snack as frequently as I did in the past.  I don't smoke.  So instead of giving up something, I decided I would DO something everyday instead.  I'm going to do some kind of exercise every day.  Some sort of exercise for at least 10 minutes a day.  I won't necessarily go to the gym everyday, but I will at least do  one of my work out dvds or yoga here at home.  In a way, I'll be sacrificing my time.  Lately, I've been too lazy to go to the gym and I come up with a gazillion excuses to not go.  I have to much to do.  I'm hungry.  I'm tired.  I don't feel good.  It's too cold outside.  It's raining,  etc, etc, etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7599610339815567208?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7599610339815567208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7599610339815567208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7599610339815567208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7599610339815567208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-days-and-40-nights.html' title='40 days and 40 nights'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-479602705219637196</id><published>2008-02-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:14:33.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger lounge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Burger Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.burgerlounge.com/gallery/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 640px;" src="http://www.burgerlounge.com/gallery/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I ate at &lt;a href="http://www.burgerlounge.com/Index.htm"target="new"&gt;Burger Lounge&lt;/a&gt; in Kensington with the boy.  I was looking forward to it, as I've heard so many good things about the place.  We both had the Grilled Lounge Burger with cheddar cheese.  We also had french fries, onions rings and a chocolate malt.  The food was good, just not amazingly good.  Nothing that I'll find myself craving.  I'd go back if someone else wants to go, but I probably won't go back on my own.  It's basically fast food, only higher quality ingredients such as tall grass fed beef.  Maybe I just had high expectations going into it.  I was expecting a mind-blowingly good burger.  The fries and onions rings were really good, probably my favorite part.  The breading on the onion rings is nice and light.  Both the fries and the rings were seasoned with parsley and kosher salt, making them deeeelish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the turkey burger is better than the beef burger.  If I go back, I'll try that instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-479602705219637196?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/479602705219637196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=479602705219637196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/479602705219637196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/479602705219637196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/burger-lounge.html' title='Burger Lounge'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1485832008773538841</id><published>2008-02-05T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T13:54:07.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Happy Super Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.abcteach.com/Elections/images/badges1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.abcteach.com/Elections/images/badges1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't &lt;em&gt;technically &lt;/em&gt;vote today.  I sent in my absentee ballot awhile ago.  I've never been to an actual polling place.  I've always voted via absentee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1485832008773538841?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1485832008773538841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1485832008773538841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1485832008773538841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1485832008773538841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-super-tuesday.html' title='Happy Super Tuesday'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7746793991187970913</id><published>2008-02-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:05:19.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine tasting'/><title type='text'>Suggestions, please</title><content type='html'>A group of my friends would like to go wine tasting in Temecula.  Any suggestions on wineries, tours, or hotels we should look into?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7746793991187970913?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7746793991187970913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7746793991187970913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7746793991187970913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7746793991187970913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/suggestions-please.html' title='Suggestions, please'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5838890521504784834</id><published>2008-02-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:14.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>It's picture time</title><content type='html'>My lazy butt finally found my camera and its cords and stuff.  Here's some pictures of what I cooked over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R6eUEPQJC3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5bmz-vQRCak/s1600-h/P2030361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R6eUEPQJC3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5bmz-vQRCak/s320/P2030361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163258298338184050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend the lemon blossoms.  They are probably one of my favorite things to bake.  Plus, they are super simple to make.  Anybody can do it.  No special baking skills necessary.  They are lemony, sweet, and just a bit tart.  I could eat the whole batch in one sitting.  They aren't the prettiest mini-muffin, but they are soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe (from Paula Deen):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18 1/2-ounce package yellow cake mix &lt;br /&gt;3 1/2-ounce package instant lemon pudding mix &lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs &lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;Glaze: &lt;br /&gt;4 cups confectioners' sugar &lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup fresh lemon juice &lt;br /&gt;1 lemon, zested &lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. &lt;br /&gt;Spray miniature muffin tins with vegetable oil cooking spray. Combine the cake mix, pudding mix, eggs and oil and blend well with an electric mixer until smooth, about 2 minutes. Pour a small amount of batter, filling each muffin tin half way. Bake for 12 minutes. Turn out onto a tea towel &lt;br /&gt;To make the glaze, sift the sugar into a mixing bowl. Add the lemon juice, zest, oil, and 3 tablespoons water. Mix with a spoon until smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fingers, dip the cupcakes into the glaze while they're still warm, covering as much of the cake as possible, or spoon the glaze over the warm cupcakes, turning them to completely coat. Place on wire racks with waxed paper underneath to catch any drips. Let the glaze set thoroughly, about 1 hour, before storing in containers with tight-fitting lids. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ chicken pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R6eU1PQJC4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/zf9hSKQdHnk/s1600-h/P2030362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R6eU1PQJC4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/zf9hSKQdHnk/s400/P2030362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163259140151774082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like making this because it requires very little prep and effort on my part.  Just cover with toppings and put it in the oven.  Done.  The hardest part is chopping all the ingredients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5838890521504784834?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5838890521504784834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5838890521504784834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5838890521504784834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5838890521504784834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-picture-time.html' title='It&apos;s picture time'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R6eUEPQJC3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/5bmz-vQRCak/s72-c/P2030361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-8745302641628068402</id><published>2008-02-03T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:16:04.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>I wanna rock and roll all niiiiiight and party every day</title><content type='html'>I played &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Band_%28video_game%29"target="new"&gt;Rock Band&lt;/a&gt; for the first time this weekend.  SO. MUCH. FUN.  I have Guitar Hero 1, 2, and 3.  I could probably just get rid of all those games now that I'm the proud owner of Rock Band.  (I'll keep them though, just because they have some good songs.)  Rock Band is better than Guitar hero, I think.  There's drums, guitars, and singing so more people can get involved.  It's a blend of karaoke and guitar hero - it's 2 games in one.  Is karaoke a game?  Not really, but for arguements sake, we'll say it is.  I guess you could say &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Mic"target="new"&gt;Magic Mic&lt;/a&gt; is a game.  You get scored on it.  Tangent, I know.  The drums were really hard for me at first, but now I think I'm better at the drums than I am with the guitar.  The game is a tad bit expensive, but it's worth every penny (especially since I didn't technically buy the game - my roommate did). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a recap of the rest of my weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dinner with my friend, Lana.  We ate at a Thai restaurant in Hillcrest called &lt;a href="http://celadonrestaurantgroup.com/"target="new"&gt;Celadon&lt;/a&gt;.  The food is good and the atmophere is nice - classy and clean, yet chic and trendy.  Then we hung out at her place, drinking wine, eating &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_32409,00.html"target="new"&gt;lemon blossoms&lt;/a&gt; that I baked, and chatting.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't even bother watching the Superbowl.  Lame, I know.  I guess my heart's just not into it.  I played Rock Band, did some grocery shopping, and did accounting homework instead.  Can it get any more exciting than that?  I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-8745302641628068402?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8745302641628068402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=8745302641628068402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8745302641628068402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/8745302641628068402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wanna-rock-and-roll-all-niiiiiight.html' title='I wanna rock and roll all niiiiiight and party every day'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-9178961156280244563</id><published>2008-01-29T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:16:58.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Snickerdoodle what?</title><content type='html'>I've been cooking and baking a lot lately. I've been meaning to take pictures of my results to post here, but I always forget and/or am too lazy to get my camera stuff out. I moved over the summer and during the move I seem to have put my electronic/camera stuff in different boxes. Since then, I've been too lazy to gather it all together and I just rely on other people (aka the boy) to take pictures. I'll just have to post links to what they should look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I made a batch of snickerdoodle muffins. I got the recipe &lt;a href="http://www.culinaryconcoctionsbypeabody.com/2007/03/16/cookie-conversion/"target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.Here is a picture of what it should look like, courtesy of Peabody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peabodypics.bingodisk.com/public/pics/cc/SDM1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://peabodypics.bingodisk.com/public/pics/cc/SDM1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine didn't come out looking quite as pretty as those. They were mighty tasty if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend I baked chocolate espresso cookies. I woke up with a craving for freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. I wanted to bake something a little bit different though. Something with a twist. I searched on the Food Network website and allrecipes.com. On both sites I found a recipe for the &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_25685,00.html"target="new"&gt;"Neiman Marcus" cookie&lt;/a&gt;. I must live under a rock because I've never heard of this cookie before. I decided to try it out. I went to the store and I couldn't find espresso powder. I decided to substitute some instant coffee crystals since I have some in the pantry. Since I've never tried the Neiman Marcus cookie, I can't compare to how it tastes to the original, but they turned out pretty good I think.  Now I just need to get me to Neiman Marcus and try out the real thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-9178961156280244563?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9178961156280244563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=9178961156280244563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/9178961156280244563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/9178961156280244563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/snickerdoodle-what.html' title='Snickerdoodle what?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5083800562736785985</id><published>2008-01-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:14:41.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><title type='text'>The ULTIMATE couch potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41XBh%2BR0tmL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41XBh%2BR0tmL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday as I left for work, the boy was laying on the couch watching Heroes season one on DVD. Yesterday, when I got home from work, the boy was laying on the couch watching Heroes season one on DVD. He had been watching Heroes the whole time I was at work! To be fair, I didn't go into work yesterday until noon, but still, that's a good 6 hours of dvd watching. He didn't even shower! He was supposed to go back up to LA yesterday too, but he was "too sick" to drive. He claims he's sick, but I think he's just being lazy and wanted to watch Heroes all day instead of driving 2 hours back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5083800562736785985?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5083800562736785985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5083800562736785985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5083800562736785985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5083800562736785985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/ultimate-couch-potato.html' title='The ULTIMATE couch potato'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-9180848629136094566</id><published>2008-01-27T08:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:17:55.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>I'll take a small popcorn with butter, coke, and some bon bons.  Oh, and some dramamine please</title><content type='html'>Last night the boy and I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1060277/"target="new"&gt;Cloverfield&lt;/a&gt; with a few of our friends.  Here's a plot synopsis I pulled from IMDB:  Five young New Yorkers throw their friend a going-away party the night that a monster the size of a skyscraper descends upon the city. Told from the point of view of their video camera, the film is a document of their attempt to survive the most surreal, horrifying event of their lives.  I couldn't watch half the movie.  I started to feel very nauseous.  Because of the hand-held camera point of view, I had to look away from the screen every now and then, which really sucks because I missed seeing a lot of what was going on.  I thought it was just me, but when I looked around the theater there were a lot of other moviegoers looking away too.  Everyone I was with, except the boy, complained that they also felt nauseous.  I seriously thought I was going to throw up there in the theater.  The movie itself was alright.  Nothing too exciting.  Predictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-9180848629136094566?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/9180848629136094566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=9180848629136094566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/9180848629136094566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/9180848629136094566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-forget-dramamine.html' title='I&apos;ll take a small popcorn with butter, coke, and some bon bons.  Oh, and some dramamine please'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6370329477830528062</id><published>2008-01-26T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:12:15.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>What's on tap for the weekend?</title><content type='html'>I am so glad the weekend is here.  This past week was a lot longer and harder than I had expected it to be.  Don't you just hate when that happens?  This week was supposed to be easy breezy, but things got busy at work and we put in extra long hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of my cousin's birthdays and there is a party for her at my aunt's house.  The boy is driving down from LA and we'll be heading over to the party around 2.  We'll probably hang out there all day and then come home and watch some tv or something else equally &lt;strike&gt;boring&lt;/strike&gt; relaxing.  I may try to sneak in a quick visit to the gym before the boy gets here, but my lazy self may win over my wanting to get back into shape self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is church, bright and early at 10am.  Afterwards, we'll probably head back home, have some lunch, and be lazy some more.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; we'll go to the gym.  In fact, the boy will probably make me go.  He's not as lazy as am I.  I'd also like to go shopping - just one store so that I'm not too tempted to buy stuff.   For dinner we're going to 1500 Ocean at hotel del!  For the past few days I've been obsessively checking to see if they had any last minute openings and they did!  Not only did they have an opening, but we able to get reservations for 6 people.  It'll be a triple date.  The boy and me, my sister and her husband, and another one of my cousins and his girlfriend.  I wish it were Sunday night already.  Well, not really because then the weekend would be over, but you know what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6370329477830528062?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6370329477830528062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6370329477830528062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6370329477830528062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6370329477830528062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-on-tap-for-weekend.html' title='What&apos;s on tap for the weekend?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-295707274923776899</id><published>2008-01-26T06:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:18:55.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give a little</title><content type='html'>Take 5 seconds of your day and help provide food to those in need.   Visit &lt;a href="http://www.thehungersite.com/" target="new"&gt;The Hunger Site&lt;/a&gt; and click.  Two little clicks.   It's that easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-295707274923776899?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/295707274923776899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=295707274923776899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/295707274923776899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/295707274923776899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/give-little.html' title='Give a little'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5429669620752154568</id><published>2008-01-25T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:04:09.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>My post last week about the sample sale and how I wasn't going got me to thinking about how much my life has changed over the last year and a half. It's amazing how different your life can over such a short period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year and a half ago I was living in LA with my cousin. Now we both have moved - me to San Diego and him to Oregon. This move has changed a lot of my relationships with people. With some, I've gotten closer to and with others we've drifted apart. A lot of this has to do with logistics and ease of getting together and hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is married now. I have a brother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new job, but now I'm poorer than before. In fact, my closest friends are all poorer this year than they were last year. This is due to job changes and school. This has significantly changed our lifestyles. There are fewer weekend shopping trips with the girls, fewer nights out on the town. We used to party like rock stars almost every weekend. Now we're all too poor, too busy, and too tired to go out like that. A typical night of us getting together now is eating dinner at my place and watching movies on On Demand. Not that it's a bad thing, just different from before. We do go out every now and then, but only on special occasions. My Coffee Bean ice blended consumption has also gone down significantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was in school in Miami and I only got to see him once every 3 months or so. Now he's back in LA and I get to see him just about every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will this new year have in store for me . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5429669620752154568?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5429669620752154568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5429669620752154568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5429669620752154568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5429669620752154568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6935835695256322870</id><published>2008-01-23T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:20:07.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Gotta love Restaurant Week</title><content type='html'>Next week is &lt;a href="http://www.sandiegorestaurantweek.com/"target="new"&gt;Restuarant Week&lt;/a&gt; in San Diego.  For those of you that don't know what that is, it's a week where a bunch of restaurants offer prix-frixe dinners for $30 or $40, depending on the resturant.  This is great since dinner at many of these places would normally be well over $50 a person.  I know I said in one of my previous posts that I've been trying to save money, but this is one thing I just HAVE to splurge on.  I can't help it.  I love eating.  I really really do.  I'm always looking forward to my next meal.  The boy gives me a hard time about it a lot, in a joking and loving way of course.  This year I'm trying two places, &lt;a href="http://www.marketdelmar.com/"target="new"&gt;Market Restaurante and Bar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.azul-lajolla.com/"target="new"&gt; Azul&lt;/a&gt;.  I really really really wanted to go to &lt;a href="http://www.dine1500ocean.com%20/"target="new"&gt;1500 Ocean&lt;/a&gt; at Hotel del, but they are already completely booked on the nights I wanted to go.  Oh well, there's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many restaurants in San Diego that I've been dying to try.  I enjoy cooking at home, so I rarely go out to eat.  When I do go out, we always go to some nearby places(read chain restaurants).  If we do venture outside of our comfort zone, we tend to hit up the same places, such as &lt;a href="http://www.ramarestaurant.com%20/"target="new"&gt;Rama&lt;/a&gt; or Casa Guadalajara.  What can I say, I'm a creature of habit.  Here's a partial list of places I want to try soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaynesgastropub.com/"target="new"&gt;Jayne's Gastropub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burgerlounge.com/location.htm"target="new"&gt;Burger Lounge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamatestataqueria.com/"target="new"&gt;Mama Testa's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions on what I should add to my list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6935835695256322870?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6935835695256322870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6935835695256322870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6935835695256322870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6935835695256322870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/gotta-love-restaurant-week.html' title='Gotta love Restaurant Week'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7852525102105122700</id><published>2008-01-22T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:05:24.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><title type='text'>Here's to a great season</title><content type='html'>Sadly, the Chargers lost yesterday.  They were the underdogs and they played very well.  It was a respectable loss.  The Patriots are undefeated and, due to injuries, LT only was in for about three plays.  The Chargers did great this season.  There are a lot of doubters out there who say the Chargers suck and they always choke.  And so to those people, I have to say: Shut it.  They DID NOT choke this year.  The Chargers are an awesome team.  Next year, baby, next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7852525102105122700?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7852525102105122700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7852525102105122700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7852525102105122700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7852525102105122700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-to-great-season.html' title='Here&apos;s to a great season'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7236724759034103822</id><published>2008-01-19T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:14.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sample sales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Sample sale anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R5IRjpSPVrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A84hgZnrTug/s1600-h/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R5IRjpSPVrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A84hgZnrTug/s320/logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157203827368089266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a premium denim &lt;a href="http://www.thewarehousesale.com/event_details.php?id=115&amp;amp;PHPSESSID=88d1acb0e838ed77b55f0f8e32c858ac"target="new"&gt;sample sale&lt;/a&gt; in San Diego this weekend and I'm not going - Boo! It makes me oh so sad. I love me some premium denim. True Religion, Frankie B, Rock and Republic, William Rast, oh how I love thee! The reason I'm not going is a lack of funds. The job I'm at right now doesn't pay as much as my previous jobs. Plus, I've been trying to save money for the future, which is the responsible grown up thing to do. The not responsible and not grown up part of me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; wants to go. I tried to see if my sister and our friend H wanted to go, but they are both in the lacking funds department too. H just recently went back to school and no longer works so she's living off her savings and student loans now. My sister has a mortgage to pay and in a few months her husband will be leaving his current job for a lesser paying job. Had it not been for all of these situations, the three of SO would've been there. A year ago we hit up all the sample sales there were from here to L.A. What a difference a year makes, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;I should show you my jean collection some time. It's so pretty! Although there have been no new additions in an incredibly long time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with my friends got bumped up to last night. My friend's boyfriend, Fisher, ended up not coming. Since it got moved from Saturday to Friday, no other boyfriends were able to make it and Fisher didn't want to be the only guy there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7236724759034103822?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7236724759034103822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7236724759034103822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7236724759034103822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7236724759034103822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/sample-sale-anyone.html' title='Sample sale anyone?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R5IRjpSPVrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/A84hgZnrTug/s72-c/logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1919155100178394225</id><published>2008-01-17T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:14.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life expectancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pQ5SPVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIDDq52rCZ4/s1600-h/ageResult1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pQ5SPVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIDDq52rCZ4/s320/ageResult1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156596574827009666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pfJSPVpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OK7sLhJ2FRg/s1600-h/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pfJSPVpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OK7sLhJ2FRg/s320/89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156596819640145554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pqpSPVqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ysg6Rs0S4fs/s1600-h/ageResult2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pqpSPVqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ysg6Rs0S4fs/s320/ageResult2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597017208641186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's &lt;a href="http://www.livingto100.com/"&gt;yours&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1919155100178394225?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1919155100178394225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1919155100178394225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1919155100178394225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1919155100178394225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-expectancy.html' title='My life expectancy'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4_pQ5SPVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIDDq52rCZ4/s72-c/ageResult1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2390400770446103281</id><published>2008-01-17T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T07:27:47.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Case of the disappearing engagement ring</title><content type='html'>No, not mine since I don't have one.  One of the boys best friends recently got engaged.  We will refer to the newly engaged couple as Choco and Cheena. Here's some background on their relationship.  They live together and have (what I'd consider)somewhat of a rocky relationship.  They are fighting/bickering constantly.  They both get jealous easily and they keep each other on  very very short leashes.  They are probably the most co-dependant couple I know.  Because of all this, Choco has had his reservations about getting married.  He's always complaining to the boy about how Cheena gets "crazy" when they fight and that she is spoiled and lazy.  He wants her to change before he marries her *cough* yeah right *cough*.  Choco bought a ring for Cheena awhile ago and Cheena was aware of this.  Choco finally gave her the ring for Christmas, but she's supposed to not wear it.  It's like a "secret engagement."  The other night the boy was with Choco, Cheena and some other friends and Cheena was wearing the ring.  One of their friends said congratulations to them and Choco just brushed it off.  Yesterday was the first time I've seen Choco or Cheena since they got "engaged."  I was excited to get to see her ring, but she wasn't wearing it!  I didn't want to ask about it because I know it's kinda sorta a secret and they don't want a lot of people knowing.  I suspect that she purposely didn't wear the ring in front of me because Choco probably didn't want me seeing it and asking quetions.  Is this not the strangest engagement ever?  If I was Cheena, I'd be a little upset.  I wouldn't want to hide my engagement.  She should be able to proudly wear her ring and share the good news with everyone she knows.  I love Cheena and think she's a really great  and fun girl, but I don't know if these two should be getting married . . . at least not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2390400770446103281?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2390400770446103281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2390400770446103281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2390400770446103281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2390400770446103281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/case-of-disappearing-engagement-ring.html' title='Case of the disappearing engagement ring'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5682523143532036098</id><published>2008-01-16T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:17:24.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurants'/><title type='text'>Three day weekend . . .</title><content type='html'>but not for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  I have work on Saturday :(   My weekend will only be two days.    &lt;br /&gt;Yay: All is not lost.  Saturday should only be a half day with me heading home by 3:30.   The boy will be coming down to hang out with me this weekend.   He has a big test to take Friday and Saturday will be his first worry free day in months.   He's taking the first part of his medical board exams, which he's been studying for for months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay:  The Chargers have won TWO playoff games this year.&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  They play the &lt;strong&gt;undefeated &lt;/strong&gt;Patriots next.  LT, Rivers, and Gates are still hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay:  I'm having dinner with my friend H on Saturday night in downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  She's bringing her boyfriend, Fisher, with her.   Not that I don't like the guy, he's just not very much fun to be around.   He's hard to talk to and doesn't engage in conversation, so it makes me uncomfortable.   She's been dating this guy for over a year and I still don't feel like I know him.   Maybe it's just a little hard to get him out of his shell, but come on - talk already!  I'll ask him a question and he'll reply with the shortest answer possible and then that's it.  He doesn't ever talk unless you talk directly to him, otherwise he just sits there quietly.  It's just weird to me that I hardly know one of my best friends boyfriends.  Especially since we live in the same city.  It'd be one thing if they lived out of state or even in another city, but they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay:  I have tomorrow off!&lt;br /&gt;Boo:  I have to pick my parents up at 8am!  They are coming home from a 5 day cruise.  AND I have 3 chapters to read for my advertising class I'm taking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO:  I have to get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;Yay:  There is no yay response to having to do actual work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5682523143532036098?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5682523143532036098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5682523143532036098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5682523143532036098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5682523143532036098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-day-weekend.html' title='Three day weekend . . .'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2614362879598393719</id><published>2008-01-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:27:15.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><title type='text'>Happy happy joy joy!</title><content type='html'>My Chargers won!  Without LT nonetheless!  Well, he played for the first 2 quarters and then was out due to a knee injury.  QB Rivers sat out the entire fourth quarter because of an injury too.  The rest of the team really stepped it up during their absence.  It was SUCH an exciting game!  I think my voice is a bit hoarse now from all the yelling.  I don't think I've been so nervous watching a game before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda bad for Peyton Manning.  He's such a great player and he seems like such a good guy.  Today's loss must be hard on him.  Next week the Chargers face the Patriots.  This game will be much harder, for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2614362879598393719?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2614362879598393719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2614362879598393719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2614362879598393719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2614362879598393719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy happy joy joy!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-767840292789180736</id><published>2008-01-11T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:10:34.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><title type='text'>Goooooooooo Chargers!</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention in my earlier posts how happy I am that the Chargers won their last game!  The Chargers haven't won a playoff game in over 10 years.  The last playoff game they won was back in 1995, the year they went to the Superbowl.  This year, the streak is over!  They won against the Titan's last Sunday and face the Colts next.  Let's hope they can make it to the Superbowl again this year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/apmegasports/200801061830666136551-pf.rp420x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/apmegasports/200801061830666136551-pf.rp420x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around they have LT.  Hopefully he can help bring San Diego a Superbowl win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-767840292789180736?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/767840292789180736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=767840292789180736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/767840292789180736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/767840292789180736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/goooooooooo-chargers.html' title='Goooooooooo Chargers!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2299772460620410547</id><published>2008-01-11T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:15.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Very late Christmas update</title><content type='html'>Awhile back I had promised an update of my Christmas festivities.  Due to my recent sickness, I have yet to blog about it.  Here it goes.  I got a bunch of great presents.  I got a couple of dvds, gift cards to sephora and coffee bean, Kiehls products, ca$h, and the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speakers for my ipod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fI35SPVlI/AAAAAAAAADk/gysH5r7QXRQ/s1600-h/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fI35SPVlI/AAAAAAAAADk/gysH5r7QXRQ/s320/sony.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154309161144505938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana Parfum - The One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fJL5SPVmI/AAAAAAAAADs/unRyLU_VKK0/s1600-h/dolce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fJL5SPVmI/AAAAAAAAADs/unRyLU_VKK0/s320/dolce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154309504741889634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 inch Digital Frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fJpZSPVnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/I_S7bOOagtg/s1600-h/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fJpZSPVnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/I_S7bOOagtg/s320/frame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154310011548030578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve with the fam was great.  All my aunts, uncles and cousins were there and let me tell you there are A LOT of us.  There was lots of good food such as lobster, prime rib, mashed potatoes, cheesecake, and more.  Christmas songs were sung.  Family board games were played.  Good conversation was had.  Ever since we were kids, one of our dads would dress up as Santa Claus and pass out the presents.  Now that we are older and there are a new set of young kids around the dad's have passed on the tradtion to our male cousins.  This year, the boy got roped into playing Santa.  He was such a good sport about it, made me fall in love with him all over again (I know, I know, cheesey).  Christmas Day my family gathered at my aunt's house for more food and family time.  Overall, it was a wonderful holiday season and I'm sad it's gone.  Only 11 more months until the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2299772460620410547?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2299772460620410547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2299772460620410547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2299772460620410547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2299772460620410547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-late-christmas-update.html' title='Very late Christmas update'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4fI35SPVlI/AAAAAAAAADk/gysH5r7QXRQ/s72-c/sony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4061893480800212826</id><published>2008-01-10T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:46:22.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de-lurk'/><title type='text'>Come out, come out, wherever you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://papernapkin.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/dlurk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://papernapkin.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/dlurk4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's de-lurking week.  On the off chance that I have any lurkers, please make your self known please and thank you.  I have de-lurked on a few blogs I read.  That is all for now.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4061893480800212826?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4061893480800212826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4061893480800212826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4061893480800212826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4061893480800212826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out, wherever you are'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-829291813879496130</id><published>2008-01-10T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:58:29.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Wedding Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cinemax.com/img/248x141/fatherofthebride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cinemax.com/img/248x141/fatherofthebride.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at that age where everyone I know seems to be getting married.  This past wedding season my sister and 4 other couples I know got hitched.  So far, next summer 4 couples I know will be getting married.  I found out about one of the weddings yesterday.  It got me to thinking of when it'll be my turn.  Hopefully, it won't be too far from now.  Ideally, I'd like to be married at or by 30.  That means I have to be engaged within 2 years, which really means I'd need to be engaged within one year so that I'd have one year to plan the wedding.  This is just my ideal timeline.  The actual timeline will probably be about one year off, meaning I'll be married at 31.  Not too bad, but I'd still prefer to be married by 30.  I know 30 is by no means old, but I'd like to get married sooner rather than later.  Why the rush?  I don't know really.  Part of me thinks that I just want to get to plan a wedding where I get to wear a pretty white dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-829291813879496130?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/829291813879496130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=829291813879496130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/829291813879496130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/829291813879496130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-fever.html' title='Wedding Fever'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6951503697901197951</id><published>2008-01-09T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:15.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>Target After Chirstmas</title><content type='html'>I love Target and I love getting good deals on things, combine the two and I'm one happy camper.  Because I had work (BOO!), I didn't get a chance to go to Target the day after Christmas, so I missed out on some items that go fast such as hand soaps and dishwashing soap that have Christmas themed packaging that are normally half off.  I did get some great gift wrap, boxes, and bags at 50% off.  I went back a few days later to check out the 75% off stuff and I was able to score some more bags and boxes.  Yesterday I was at Target again.  This time I was there to buy non-Christmas items such as shampoo and bar soap.  I decided to check out the Christmas stuff to see if I could scrounge up one or two items that were marked at 90% off.  Unfortuantely for me, there was nothing left but bags of bows and some really ugly christmas tree skirts.  There were a few bags and boxes, but those were damaged.  On my way to check out, I passed by the stationary section.  Since I like to make my own greeting cards, I decided to check it out.  I scored a few super cute christmas items that were 90% off.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4VAvZSPViI/AAAAAAAAADM/pVUnmMMl9qM/s1600-h/dscn0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4VAvZSPViI/AAAAAAAAADM/pVUnmMMl9qM/s320/dscn0001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153596531580818978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all of this for $1.15.  Retail price would've been $11.82.  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6951503697901197951?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6951503697901197951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6951503697901197951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6951503697901197951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6951503697901197951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/target-after-chirstmas.html' title='Target After Chirstmas'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4VAvZSPViI/AAAAAAAAADM/pVUnmMMl9qM/s72-c/dscn0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1407752661656732295</id><published>2008-01-08T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:15.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilty pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>TV guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>cue music.  "I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son"  I love hearing that song.  When I hear that music blaring from my television set, I know one of my guilty pleasures is back.  &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/one-tree-hill"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/a&gt; - I love it.  I've been hooked since the beginnging.  Cute guys playing basketball, high school drama, girls being bitchy - count me in.  The new season of One Tree Hill is back and I'm so excited.  I can't wait to find out what Lucas, Brooke, Nathan, and Peyton have been up to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4Vkz5SPVkI/AAAAAAAAADc/6YkifgvApNU/s1600-h/oth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4Vkz5SPVkI/AAAAAAAAADc/6YkifgvApNU/s320/oth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153636191308830274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my television guily pleasures is yet another high school kid drama, &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/gossip-girl"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/a&gt;.  I don't know what it is about these shows high school drama shows, but they draw me in.  (although, technically the oth crew are now out of high school and 21 years old).  &lt;br /&gt;For Gossip Girl, one of its main draws for me is all the pretty pretty clothes they wear.  Also, I think that kid that plays Dan is cute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4VjEZSPVjI/AAAAAAAAADU/A-TGLxHUjQA/s1600-h/penn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4VjEZSPVjI/AAAAAAAAADU/A-TGLxHUjQA/s320/penn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153634275753416242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a craddle robber for him any day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1407752661656732295?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1407752661656732295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1407752661656732295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1407752661656732295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1407752661656732295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/tv-guilty-pleasures.html' title='TV guilty pleasures'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R4Vkz5SPVkI/AAAAAAAAADc/6YkifgvApNU/s72-c/oth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6926809609537286249</id><published>2008-01-03T03:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:13:17.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>What does one do at 4 am?</title><content type='html'>It's almost 4 am and I'm wide awake.  What to do?  What to do?  There's nothing good on tv this early in the morning.  I've watched all the shows I have saved on tivo.  I'm all caught up on celebrity gossip.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;.  Tomorrow is gonna suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Update:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel asleep around 5 am and I woke up at 7:30.  Surprisingly, today doesn't suck as much as expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6926809609537286249?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6926809609537286249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6926809609537286249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6926809609537286249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6926809609537286249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-do-you-do-at-4-am.html' title='What does one do at 4 am?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2808967027772302241</id><published>2008-01-02T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:36:09.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year, everyone!  I hope everyone is feeling better than I am at the moment.  I've been feeling sick since Saturday - boo!  I was hoping it was just a cold, but it turned out to be the flu.  Monday was the worst.  Something must be going around.  So many of my family and friends are sick right now too.  Get your flu shots everyone!  I'm going back to bed :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2808967027772302241?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2808967027772302241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2808967027772302241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2808967027772302241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2808967027772302241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2314283594398321830</id><published>2007-12-30T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:15.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Holiday Baking</title><content type='html'>This year, I've been so busy.  I had hoped to get a lot of baking done for the holidays, but sadly I did not.  Christmas kinda snuck up on me this year.  I did some baking though.  On Christmas Day my sister and I made Cranberry Bliss Bars a la Starbucks (even though I'm not a big fan of Starbucks, but that's another post).  They are SOOOO good.  They were quick and easy to make too.  Gotta love it.  Here's a picture.  Please excuse the poor quality.  It's from my camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R3f7HJSPVhI/AAAAAAAAADE/xMPoiMy0zRs/s1600-h/IMG00097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R3f7HJSPVhI/AAAAAAAAADE/xMPoiMy0zRs/s200/IMG00097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149860799091529234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe I found from Recipezaar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1½ hours 40 min prep&lt;br /&gt;Cake&lt;br /&gt;1  cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 1/4  cups light brown sugar, packed&lt;br /&gt;3  eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  teaspoons vanilla  or orange extract&lt;br /&gt;1  teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1/4  teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2  cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4  cup diced dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;6  ounces white chocolate, cut into chunks&lt;br /&gt;Frosting&lt;br /&gt;4  ounces cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;3  cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;4  teaspoons lemon juice  or 2 teaspoons orange extract&lt;br /&gt;1/2  teaspoon pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;1/4  cup diced dried cranberries&lt;br /&gt;Drizzled Icing&lt;br /&gt;1/2  cup powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1  tablespoon milk&lt;br /&gt;2  teaspoons vegetable shortening&lt;br /&gt;orange zest, garnish  (optional)&lt;br /&gt;Not the one? See other Cranberry Bliss Bars Recipes &lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Beat butter and brown sugar with an electric mixer until smooth. Add eggs, vanilla, ginger, and salt; beat well.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually mix in flour until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Mix 3/4 cup diced dried cranberries and white chocolate into the batter by hand.&lt;br /&gt;Pour batter into a well-greased 9x13-inch baking pan and spread evenly.&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 30 to 35 minutes or until cake is light brown on the edges.&lt;br /&gt;Let cool.&lt;br /&gt;Frosting: combine cream cheese, powdered sugar, lemon juice and vanilla with an electric mixer until smooth.&lt;br /&gt;When the cake has cooled, spread frosting over the top of cake.&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle top with diced cranberries.&lt;br /&gt;Icing: Whisk powdered sugar, milk, and shortening.&lt;br /&gt;Drizzle icing over cranberries in a sweeping motion or use a pastry bag with a fine tip.&lt;br /&gt;Allow cake to sit for several hours, then slice the cake lengthwise (the long way) through the middle.&lt;br /&gt;Slice the cake across the width three times making a total of eight rectangular slices.&lt;br /&gt;Slice each of those rectangles diagonally creating 16 triangular slices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2314283594398321830?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2314283594398321830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2314283594398321830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2314283594398321830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2314283594398321830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-baking.html' title='Holiday Baking'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R3f7HJSPVhI/AAAAAAAAADE/xMPoiMy0zRs/s72-c/IMG00097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1406350620769124892</id><published>2007-12-26T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:26:45.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Gotta love on-line shopping</title><content type='html'>This year, I did some of my Christmas shopping online.  I like to do this for a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have to fight the crowds&lt;br /&gt;2. I can shop whenver I like and in my pajamas no less!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes it can be cheaper to buy things online than in the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I buy stuff on-line I always do some research first.  I will look for coupon codes and I also use &lt;a href="http://www.mrrebates.com?refid=118650"&gt;Mr. Rebates&lt;/a&gt;.  I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.mrrebates.com?refid=118650"&gt;Mr. Rebates&lt;/a&gt;.  With this website, you can get a certain percent cash back on your purchases at various online stores such as &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;, Sephora, and even the itunes store.  Granted, sometimes the cashback is only 1% of your purchase, but this adds up.  Especially if you are going to make these purchases anyways, you might as well use &lt;a href="http://www.mrrebates.com?refid=118650"&gt;Mr. Rebates&lt;/a&gt;.  This past Christmas I got back a total of $46.75!  How can you not love that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about my Christmas festivities within the next few days.  My camera is broken, so I have to try and get some pics from my cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1406350620769124892?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1406350620769124892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1406350620769124892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1406350620769124892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1406350620769124892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/gotta-love-on-line-shopping.html' title='Gotta love on-line shopping'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5363917282047900916</id><published>2007-12-24T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:57:07.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Quick present buying vent, er, I mean update</title><content type='html'>Remember my friend, H?  The one that constantly makes me buy and return her presents.  As I said &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html"&gt; before&lt;/a&gt;, this year she asked for a really good hair dryer for Christmas.  I had no intention of buying it for her.  I just planned on giving her the cash for it so that she could go buy it herself.  I did not want a repeat of Christmases past.  The past two Christmases I have purchased and then had to return her present because she changed her mind.  This year I knew better and boy was I right.  Two days after she told me she wanted a hair dryer she texted me and told me she changed her mind and didn't want it anymore.  She no longer knew what she wanted.  Annoying as all hell, isnt' it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5363917282047900916?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5363917282047900916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5363917282047900916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5363917282047900916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5363917282047900916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-present-buying-vent-er-i-mean.html' title='Quick present buying vent, er, I mean update'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1308488980107462046</id><published>2007-12-24T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T09:28:24.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.  My family starts celebrating tonight.  We 're going to mass at 6pm and then heading over to my parents house for dinner and presents.  All of my cousins, aunts, uncles will be there.  The festivities continue tomorrow morning at my aunt's house.  I can't wait!  I love my family and I look forward to fun times tonight.  Be safe everyone and have fun!  I'll try to post some pictures on Wednesday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1308488980107462046?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1308488980107462046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1308488980107462046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1308488980107462046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1308488980107462046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1588941525932162081</id><published>2007-12-17T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:22:48.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Christmas bells are ringing</title><content type='html'>I did some more Christmas shopping today.  I was out for four hours today - whew!  AND I only got presents for 2 people.  AND I'm not even done shopping for these two people.  Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41FqwDGQt3L._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41FqwDGQt3L._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on luggage for the boy, except in black.  We're going to Vegas this weekend so I'll be giving it to him tomorrow.  He's been wanting a new carry-on luggage with the spinner wheels for awhile now.  I was in Macy's and saw it on sale so I scooped it up for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bbw.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pBBW1-2541954dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://bbw.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pBBW1-2541954dt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a bunch of orange ginger products at the Bath and Body Works outlet for my friend H, the same friend that I &lt;a href="http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html"&gt; blogged&lt;/a&gt; about before (asks for a specific item and then makes me return it later).  I got hand lotion, body wash, shampoo and conditioner.  I'm going to put it all in a little basket and give her money.  She said she wanted a nice hair dryer, but I'm just going to give her the money and she can buy it herself.  Last year she asked for a hair straightener.  I bought her one, she tried it and she didn't like it so she asked me to return it and just give her the cash.  This year I don't want to have to deal with the hassle if she wants to return the hair dryer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were A LOT of people at the mall today.  Even at 10 am it was crowded, which surprised me.  The next chance I have to go shopping is Thursday.  Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1588941525932162081?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1588941525932162081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1588941525932162081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1588941525932162081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1588941525932162081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Christmas bells are ringing'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2849058402026504867</id><published>2007-12-17T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T08:10:39.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>My weekend was a mix up of boring and fun.  Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Came home from work.  Cooked &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_88885,00.html" target="_blank"&gt; bistro style short ribs&lt;/a&gt; with a recipe from  &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_tu" target="_blank"&gt; Tyler Florence&lt;/a&gt;  of the Food Network.  It was my first time making it.  I really liked it.  It's definately something I'll be making again.  After dinner, I took my accounting final.  I take the class online and I have to say, accounting is really hard to learn on your own.  I did better on the final than I thought I had expected, so that was nice.  I ended up getting a B in the class.  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and then ran errands in the morning.  I went to Ralphs to buy some groceries, Kohl's to make use of the 15% friends and family coupon, and then to the bank.  The boy and his family came down Saturday evening.  They came down in their van to  help some family members move some items.  I decided to cook dinner for them since the boy is always telling them how I cook all the time and that I cook well.  Plus, they always take me out to eat and I thought this would be a nice way to return the favor.  I'm always a little afraid to cook for people the first time.  What if they don't like my food?  Then I'd feel bad because they might feel obligated to finish the food on their plate even though they may potentially hate it.  Because of this fear of mine of cooking for people for the first time, I wanted to cook something that I've made for lots of people and that they have all liked.  I decided to cook lasagna and banana pudding, both made completely from scratch and both have been enjoyed by many people in the past.  Guaranteed winner, right?  Wrong.  Everyone seemed to enjoy it and even had seconds . . . except for the boys mom.  She had her one piece of lasagna on her plate forever.  Everyone was already on their second piece and she still had most of her first piece on her plate and she would put the tiniest piece of food on her fork when she would eat it.  The only thing she said about dinner was that the salad was good.  The salad that came from a bag!  I was a little disappointed and a little bit embarassed that she didn't like it.  Then I served my home made pudding and she had one bite and that was it.  Again, everyone else had 2 servings each.  I really don't understand why his mom didn't like my cooking.  She doesn't cook so they eat all of their meals out.  Mostly they eat at places like Sizzler, Burger King, Coco's, Olive Garden, etc.  Now, don't get me wrong, there is nothing bad about those places, but they aren't the best most flavorful  places in the world.  I figured, if she loves Coco's so much, my food had to at least be as good as that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a very estrogen charged day - MUCH better than Saturday.  Woke up early and got my hair cut and highlighted.  I love my hair the day I get it cut because my stylist does such a great job of cutting it and blows out my hair for me.  Every time I get my hair cut, I get a compliment on it.  At least one person, if not more, will come up to me and say what a great hair cut I have.  I'm not trying to be vain or anything.  I take none of the credit for how good my hair looks.  That all goes to Trevor, my stylist.  I can never make my hair look that good on my own so they day I get it cut is my best hair day.  Went to lunch at a nearby thai place with my sister and my friend H.  Then we went on a shopping marathon.  We went to Nordstrom rack and Off Fifth.  We were on our way to Fashion Valley mall and made a quick pit stop at &lt;a href="http://coffeebean.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Coffee Bean &lt;/a&gt; to refuel then it was time for more shopping.  We all went back to my place to eat left-over lasagna and watched a movie on On Demand.  Lucky for me, I have Monday off too.  I'll blog about that tonight or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2849058402026504867?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2849058402026504867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2849058402026504867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2849058402026504867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2849058402026504867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap-up'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1753214572179975227</id><published>2007-12-14T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:16.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Cute picture of the day</title><content type='html'>My cousin had a baby a month ago today.  I saw her for the very first time today.   Here's a picture of her sleeping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2LfOpSPVgI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mr2jOKPPtT8/s1600-h/IMG00094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2LfOpSPVgI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mr2jOKPPtT8/s320/IMG00094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143919167104046594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo cute!  As cute as babies are though, I am SO not ready to have one of my own.  I do want to have kids though.  3 would be nice.  2 boys and one girl.  I'd really like to have 2 of each though, but kids are so darn expensive.  Especially girls.  They just suck all the money right out of you.  I should know.  I did that to my parents.  My clothes closet thanks them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1753214572179975227?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1753214572179975227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1753214572179975227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1753214572179975227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1753214572179975227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/cute-picture-of-day.html' title='Cute picture of the day'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2LfOpSPVgI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mr2jOKPPtT8/s72-c/IMG00094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4223726367823725801</id><published>2007-12-13T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:28:48.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>Argh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I just went got back from Bed Bath and Beyond.  The charging station I was planning on buying the boy is nowhere to be found.  I wanted to buy it in store so that I could use the 20% off one item coupon (yes, I'm that cheap - a couple of dollars here and there makes a difference).  Since I couldn't find it in the store I figured I'd buy it online, but its out of stock!  Now what do I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4223726367823725801?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4223726367823725801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4223726367823725801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4223726367823725801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4223726367823725801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/argh.html' title='Argh!!!!!!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4636580964138031036</id><published>2007-12-13T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:16.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Peanuuuuuut!  Peanut butter and jelly</title><content type='html'>I've been having some weird cravings for peanut butter sandwiches lately. The other night I was in bed watching tv and I suddenly wanted a pb&amp;j sandwich. Sadly, I had none of the ingredients available. How sad is that? Who doesn't have at least bread in their pantry? It was late so I didn't feel like going to the store to buy it. It took me a few days to buy the ingredients, but I did finally have my sandwich. Then, the other day I was watching Paula Deen on the Food Network. She made a peanut butter and banana sandwich. It looked soooo good. I made myself one for breakfast today. I did switch it up though. I started by spreading Nutella on two slices of bread. I followed thatwith peanut butter. I then added sliced bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2GwxO4uR4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9EuFZ8Gg2v8/s1600-h/IMG00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2GwxO4uR4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9EuFZ8Gg2v8/s320/IMG00090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586609289906050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the pieces of bread together and browned on a pan. It was quite yummy if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2Gw6u4uR5I/AAAAAAAAACY/RQcvXAdLkZY/s1600-h/IMG00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2Gw6u4uR5I/AAAAAAAAACY/RQcvXAdLkZY/s320/IMG00091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143586772498663314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4636580964138031036?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4636580964138031036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4636580964138031036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4636580964138031036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4636580964138031036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/peanuuuuuut-peanut-butter-and-jelly.html' title='Peanuuuuuut!  Peanut butter and &lt;em&gt;jelly&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/R2GwxO4uR4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/9EuFZ8Gg2v8/s72-c/IMG00090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4077831224305683954</id><published>2007-12-12T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:38:29.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus is coming to town.</title><content type='html'>With the holidays coming up, I've been trying to come up with good gift ideas with the people on my list.  I think I have just about the hardest people there are in the world to shop for.  The boy buys everything he wants, so it's not like there's anything out there that he really wants, but hasn't bought for himself yet.  My friends and family are sooooo super picky and particular about things, so its hard to shop for them.  One friend will ask for something specific.  I will go out and buy it and then a few days later she'll say she no longer wants it and to just give her a gift card to Nordstrom.  Grrrr....annoying, isn't it?  Everyone on my list pretty much just gets cash.  It's so boring though.  I love shopping for presents and then wrapping them up so nice and pretty.  I think I need new friends.  I'll probably just buy everyone something small and then give them cash as well.  So far I'm getting a charging station for the boy from &lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com"&gt;Bed Bath and Beyond&lt;/a&gt; that I saw &lt;a href="http://justjennrants.blogspot.com"&gt;Just Jenn&lt;/a&gt; talk about on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/assets/product_images/380/6853414582207P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bedbathandbeyond.com/assets/product_images/380/6853414582207P.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need gifts for a White Elephant gift exchange.  I don't know what to get.  Any ideas?  The gift needs to good for both sexes and between $50-60.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4077831224305683954?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4077831224305683954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4077831224305683954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4077831224305683954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4077831224305683954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-claus-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus is coming to town.'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5543024234475601353</id><published>2007-12-07T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T08:02:45.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>oh the weather outside is frightful</title><content type='html'>It's raining in San Diego.  It hardly ever rains here.  When it does, it rains like crazy for a few  hours (sometimes day) and then its clear skies for months.  The rain this weekend is really putting a damper on my weekend plans (pun not intended).  Today we were going to go get our Christmas tree.  Usually we get it the weekend of Thanksgiving, but we've been so busy this holiday season that we've been putting it off.  We were going to go early this morning, but with the rain  it's a no go.  Tomorrow morning I plan on driving up to LA to see the boy.  That should be fun if its still raining.  It'll make a 2 hour drive about 3 hours or more.  I look forward to it immensly.  I was excited to go to LA to see the boy AND our dog.  I still get to see the both of them, but I was hoping to take the dog to the dog park.  Again, a no go with the rain.  I know I'm doing a lot of complaining about the rain and we need it and blah blah blah, rain is good.  I guess I just need to have a new weekend plan.  When its raining out, my favorite thing to do is stay inside and make a nice fire, watch a movie, and cuddle up with the boy.  It should be a nice cozy weekend in for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5543024234475601353?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5543024234475601353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5543024234475601353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5543024234475601353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5543024234475601353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='oh the weather outside is frightful'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6468006228994609577</id><published>2007-12-04T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:50:53.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surveys'/><title type='text'>Shouldn't you be working?</title><content type='html'>I'm at work right now, just killing some time before lunch time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old will you be in five years?&lt;br /&gt;32, almost 33. gosh, i feel old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?&lt;br /&gt;everyone at work. been here since 9 am. it is now 12:15 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile.  I *think* it was Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;From my friend, asking if she can borrow a cocktail dress for a holiday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the situation. if it's to just communicate some info real quick, then normally text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;trying to sleep.  i think i had the tv on and I was watching the food network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are your parents married/separated/divorced&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time did you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;about 7:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;brown pin-stripe slacks and a brown sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;in bed with the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place to be?&lt;br /&gt;work and/or school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where will you be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;hopefully living in san diego, married with at least one kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you tan or burn?&lt;br /&gt;Tan!  I get tan so super fast.  It isn't even funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, just bad people trying to kill/hurt/kidnap me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.  isn't that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many tv's do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?&lt;br /&gt;ibook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What color are your sheets?&lt;br /&gt;brown sheets, orange duvet, and brown coverlet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;late spring/summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do you like about fall?&lt;br /&gt;when the air is nice and crisp and i'm inside with a fire burning and drinking something warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you like about winter?&lt;br /&gt;christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What do you like about the summer?&lt;br /&gt;warm summer lazy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you like about spring?&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many states/provinces have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;2:  Illinois and California&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What cities/towns have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;great lakes, san diego, los angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the situation. flip flops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;lemon loaf cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What is your favorite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;its hard to say.  i LOVE eating so i have many.  Here are some favorites: Alejo's, California Roll Factory, Rama, Versailles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Its a toss up between coffee and mint chocolate chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;anything with chocolate in it and i'm happy.  I do love everything at Hans and Harry's in Bonita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is your favorite kind of soup?&lt;br /&gt;clam chowder, but on cold rainy days I like tomato soup with grilled cheese sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB &amp; J sandwich?&lt;br /&gt;strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like Chinese food?&lt;br /&gt;of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;sure do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?&lt;br /&gt;less than i should that's for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;right side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;sure, though prob not well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever been to Canada?&lt;br /&gt;i have not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you eat out or at home more often?&lt;br /&gt;home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;i do not, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Have you ever gotten stitches?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;again, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you prefer an ocean or a pool?&lt;br /&gt;i prefer an ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?&lt;br /&gt;aisle, that way i can put my legs in the aisle and i don't have to climb over people if i need to go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you know how to drive stick?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy spending money on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Do you wear any jewelry 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;i wear an 'm" necklace from tiffany's almost every day.  I take it off on rare occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What is your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;favorite that is on tv now?  grey's anatomy maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Can you roll your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;i sure can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;probably the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What is the main ring tone on your phone&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a song by robin thicke.  wanna love you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;i probably do.  i'm sure my mom kept some stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What red object is closest to you right now?&lt;br /&gt;pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you turn off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;i most certainly do.  and if you're reading this and you don't - shame on you!  conserve water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?&lt;br /&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. What were you doing at 12 in the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;probably going to eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What do you dip a fry in?&lt;br /&gt;ketchup or ranch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;sushi and italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Have you ever run out of gas?&lt;br /&gt;nope (knock on wood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;for one more day by mitch albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Do you read the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, mostly i read stuff online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?&lt;br /&gt;glamour, cosmo, people, reaady made, and self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. What were you doing at 7pm last night?&lt;br /&gt;eating dinner i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Do you watch soap operas?&lt;br /&gt;not anymore. used to watch one life to live, days of our lives, and general hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you dance in the car?&lt;br /&gt;i do, wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What radio station did you last listen to?&lt;br /&gt;z90?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What picture is in the picture frame closest to you?&lt;br /&gt;on of me and the boy take a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper?&lt;br /&gt;i don't recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Last person you cried with on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;again, i don't recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. What is your favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;cranium!!!! i will so kick your ass at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. When was the last time you attended church?&lt;br /&gt;just this sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;work and hopefully the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent?&lt;br /&gt;couple days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Who was the last person to go out of their way to do something extra special for you?&lt;br /&gt;probably the boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6468006228994609577?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6468006228994609577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6468006228994609577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6468006228994609577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6468006228994609577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/12/shouldnt-you-be-working.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t you be working?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1944009472016074936</id><published>2007-11-28T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:14:56.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='target'/><title type='text'>Attention Target shoppers</title><content type='html'>I love Target.  I'd live there if I could.  Just like that one &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0198021/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; where Natalie Portman lived in a Wal-mart - except I'd be living there because I heart it so much, not because I had nowhere else to go.  I probably go to Target two or three times a week and each time I'm very excited to be there.  Tonight I went there to return a storage bin I purchased the other day (it was too big).  &lt;br /&gt;Since I was there I just HAD to take a look around.  I decided to scope out the live Christmas trees in the garden center.  Can I just say OH MY GOD! As soon as I stepped in the garden center it was like Christmas heaven.  It smelled all piney and Christmas tree-y.  If you couldn't tell by now, I love love love Christmas.  I walked around and looked at the trees.  I didn't buy one though.  I need to go back when I am prepared to bring a tree home (read: 4runner and a male companion to carry the tree).  I did purchase some Christmas decor.  Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocking holders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41E816REIGL._SS384_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41E816REIGL._SS384_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gold ornaments to put in a cylinder vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CYVUPOYyL._SS384_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CYVUPOYyL._SS384_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some garland like this, but with lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SNmWgB7sL._SS384_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41SNmWgB7sL._SS384_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1944009472016074936?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1944009472016074936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1944009472016074936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1944009472016074936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1944009472016074936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/11/attention-target-shoppers.html' title='Attention Target shoppers'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-61788567457951100</id><published>2007-11-28T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:25:53.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipity 3'/><title type='text'>Lions and tigers and . . . cockaroaches? oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gaysocialites.com/photos/serendipity3closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://gaysocialites.com/photos/serendipity3closed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted last month about my excitement to go to the East Coast.  One reason I was so excited was because I would be able to go back to Serendipity 3 and have some yummy yummy frozen hot chocolate.  About 2 weeks after I get home from enjoying some yummy hot chocolate I saw &lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/story/_a/top-restaurant-shut-down-for-rodents/20071115163709990001"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; online.  Oh the horror!  I'm sure everything will be cleaned up and that most places do have roaches and mice and rats of some kind.  Just not this many roaches and such.  Oh well.  I hope they clean themselves up real fast and that they never get this dirty again (fingers crossed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-61788567457951100?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/61788567457951100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=61788567457951100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/61788567457951100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/61788567457951100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/11/lions-and-tigers-and-cockaroaches-oh-my.html' title='Lions and tigers and . . . cockaroaches? oh my!'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4863417232778439578</id><published>2007-11-12T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:16.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Cute Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/Rzi8ETo3qnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Utb26I2S-vk/s1600-h/koda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132058557565872754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/Rzi8ETo3qnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Utb26I2S-vk/s320/koda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1162d0df2fd29eee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dog. He's a 6 year old yellow lab. Isn't he the cutest&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/7098952644036350951-4863417232778439578?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4863417232778439578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4863417232778439578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4863417232778439578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4863417232778439578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/11/cute-picture-of-day.html' title='Cute Picture of the Day'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/Rzi8ETo3qnI/AAAAAAAAACE/Utb26I2S-vk/s72-c/koda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4606146250701209312</id><published>2007-11-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:56:11.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fires'/><title type='text'>California Wild fires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.kusi.clickability.com/images/630*420/1MG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://media.kusi.clickability.com/images/630*420/1MG_1259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since the wild fires, but I still wanted to post about it. The fires began Sunday night. Early Monday morning I left for my trip to the East Coast. I left before we realized how bad the fires were. Homes just 3 miles from my house were evacuated. Being so far away from your home may be in danger is so scary. You are helpless to do anything. It was so scary, it dampned our trip. All I wanted to do was stay in the hotel and watch CNN. Looking back at it though, the fires weren't that close to my house. Although they were evacuating, it was just a precaution. I was told by friends and family that the smoke was really really bad. They said it was like it was raining ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to be spared from the fires. Many families lost their homes and businesses. Please help them out and donate if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://64.165.23.58/firerelief.aspx"&gt;http://64.165.23.58/firerelief.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://64.165.23.58/firerelief.aspx"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4606146250701209312?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4606146250701209312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4606146250701209312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4606146250701209312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4606146250701209312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/11/california-wild-fires.html' title='California Wild fires'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-5521490886861550098</id><published>2007-10-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:00:14.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philadelphia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>East Coast Here I Come</title><content type='html'>I leave this coming Monday for a week long trip to the east coast.  I'll be in Philadelphia for a few days before heading to New York for a wedding.  I've been looking forward to this trip for awhile now.  I can't wait to head back to the east coast and visit all the restaurants that I love.  Cheesesteaks - yum!  Frrrrozen hot chocolate at Serendipity - double yum!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/513M%2BEws99L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/513M%2BEws99L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food plus no sales tax on clothes.  What more can a girl ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-5521490886861550098?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5521490886861550098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=5521490886861550098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5521490886861550098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/5521490886861550098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/10/east-coast-here-i-come.html' title='East Coast Here I Come'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7166209279816867144</id><published>2007-10-05T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:16.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><title type='text'>Thank you card</title><content type='html'>As promised, here is a picture of a thank you card I made recently.  I made it for my Uncle, so it's a little plain.  He doesn't like anything too overly decorated so I made it with him in mind.  Simple and plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwauyqdL2vI/AAAAAAAAABk/PHek2WRVdhM/s1600-h/thank+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwauyqdL2vI/AAAAAAAAABk/PHek2WRVdhM/s320/thank+you.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117970211966540530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7166209279816867144?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7166209279816867144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7166209279816867144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7166209279816867144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7166209279816867144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-card.html' title='Thank you card'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwauyqdL2vI/AAAAAAAAABk/PHek2WRVdhM/s72-c/thank+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-2028584244539799675</id><published>2007-10-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T14:35:27.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diy'/><title type='text'>I'm a crafting machine - not really, but it was fun to say</title><content type='html'>My sister got married recently.  I was very involved in helping her plan the wedding.  We did some of the stuff ourselves.  We made the table numbers, rehearsal dinner invites, menu cards, and favor tags.  I also threw her bridal shower and I made the decorations and shower invites.  We got a lot of our inspiration from other brides that were getting married.  I read bridal magazines and frequented sites such as theknot.com and weddingbee.  Boy, did those sites give me inspiration.  People had such great ideas and everything looked so pretty.  I thought, I can make stuff like that.  It made me want to start making my own, well everything!  I bought all these tools such as rubber stamps and ink, card stock, punches, etc.  I really want to buy a gocco, but they are so expensive.  Some day I'll buy one.  I figure, I'll start off slow with rubber stamps and stuff.  Once I get better at paper crafts I'll buy a gocco.  Its fun making your own things.  I've spent so much money buy supplies that my sister said that she never wants to see me give anyone a store bought card again.  While it is expensive, the cost per card is so cheap.  &lt;br /&gt;Plus, people are impressed when they find out you made them yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nearly as good at this as other people.  I'll post some pictures of things I make every now and then.  Right now I only have 2 cards that I've made that I can share with you.  I don't have my camera with me so you'll have to wait (not that there is anyone reading this right now, but there maybe some day).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-2028584244539799675?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2028584244539799675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=2028584244539799675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2028584244539799675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/2028584244539799675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-crafting-machine-not-really-but-it.html' title='I&apos;m a crafting machine - not really, but it was fun to say'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-6360219225444697963</id><published>2007-10-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:03:16.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raiders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chargers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>San Diego Super Chargers?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwFoVqdL2rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fDVE7yl06LI/s1600-h/rivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwFoVqdL2rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fDVE7yl06LI/s320/rivers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116485373052836530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being from San Diego, I'm a Chargers fan. The boy, however, is a Raider's fan (boo!). This makes for some fun friendly arguing when our two teams play each other. I tease him about being part of the Raider Nation. He tells me that the Chargers always choke. I tell him that if we get married and have kids some day that I'm going to dress our kids in little Charger jerseys.  How cute will that be!  He hates the thought of that and says no child of his will wear any such jersey.  I'm sure I'll be the one dressing the kids most of the time, so unless he changes them after I put the Charger jersey on them, my kids will be sporting Chargers gear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This football season has been a disappointment to say the least. This last game was especially disappointing. The first quarter had some promise, but it was all down hill from there. It was like turnover city up in there. Rivers has been throwing way too many interceptions this year. I don't know what it is. He needs better protection or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty chill weekend. Saturday the boy and I went shopping. He bought a suit for a wedding we're going to next month. Then I took my new dress to the cleaners. It was a little big in the waist and the straps were too long. I also had the hem taken up a little bit. I'm quite short and the length was just too long. We went home after that and studied and watched tv all night. Exciting, I know. Sunday we watched football all day and did more studying. Not the most fun-filled weekend, but we got a lot done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-6360219225444697963?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6360219225444697963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=6360219225444697963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6360219225444697963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/6360219225444697963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/10/san-diego-super-chargers.html' title='San Diego Super Chargers?!?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFovio79syQ/RwFoVqdL2rI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fDVE7yl06LI/s72-c/rivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7265699855951893823</id><published>2007-09-28T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T15:25:46.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>I was at home with my sister tonight.  We couldn't decide on what to eat for dinner.  I wanted pasta, she wanted chinse.  I would throw out a suggestion, she wouldn't want it and vice versa.  It took us an hour to come up with something to eat and all we decided on was Panda Express.  It was late, we were hungry and Panda Express is right across the street from us - fast and cheap.  What did you eat for dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7265699855951893823?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7265699855951893823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7265699855951893823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7265699855951893823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7265699855951893823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-7917309447500701595</id><published>2007-09-28T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:48:05.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surveys'/><title type='text'>99 Questions</title><content type='html'>I'll post random surveys as I come across them on myspace as a way to let get to know me a little bit better.  Here goes the first one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you wear a name tag at work?&lt;br /&gt;No, but i have to dress business casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;4runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you order when you go to Taco Bell?&lt;br /&gt;um, i don't go there.  i like authentic mexican food from small hole in the wall places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had a garage sale?&lt;br /&gt;no, but i do sell suff on ebay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What color is your iPod?&lt;br /&gt;i have a mini and a shuffle, both blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of dog do you have?&lt;br /&gt;lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Has your older brothers or sisters ever told you that you were adopted?&lt;br /&gt;all the time when we were kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite keychain on your keys? &lt;br /&gt;um, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you get for graduation? &lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your favorite Dane Cook quote?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who introduced you to Dane Cook?&lt;br /&gt;good luck chuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was your prom date? &lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has someone ever made you a Build-A-Bear?&lt;br /&gt;no, how sad for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What DVD is in your DVD player?&lt;br /&gt;none, i haven't watched one in awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do for fun today? &lt;br /&gt;ate cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What's your myspace song and why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a song on my page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Has your house ever been rolled? &lt;br /&gt;couldn't tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think of when you hear the word "meow"?&lt;br /&gt;stupid cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;kelly clarkson on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who/what is/was your highschool's mascots rival? &lt;br /&gt;titans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite aisle at Wal-Mart? &lt;br /&gt;none, i like target better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. When is your mom's birthday? &lt;br /&gt;sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What's the area code for your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;619&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you get for Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;flowers, candy, and dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where did you buy the shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Is there anything hanging from your rear view mirror?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite class last year? &lt;br /&gt;business communications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. how many states have you visited? &lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Which ones? &lt;br /&gt;washington, nevada, illinois, wisconsin, pennsylvania, new york, new jersey, virginia, hawaii, dc, florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What kind of milk do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;1% or soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What are you going to do after this? &lt;br /&gt;work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who was the last person you went shopping with? &lt;br /&gt;me, i like going alone so that i don't feel rushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What's your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;as long as there's chocolate in it i'm happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What is something you need to go shopping for?&lt;br /&gt;a new dress for a wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What kind of car do your siblings drive? &lt;br /&gt;bmw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you like pickles? &lt;br /&gt;if they are crunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. How about olives? &lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your favorite kind of gum? &lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid it was juicy fruit, now i don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What is your favorite kind of juice? &lt;br /&gt;cranapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you married? If not, when?&lt;br /&gt;not yet.  when the boy asks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-7917309447500701595?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7917309447500701595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=7917309447500701595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7917309447500701595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/7917309447500701595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/09/99-questions.html' title='99 Questions'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-1979416488107219556</id><published>2007-09-27T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:46:27.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boy'/><title type='text'>All about me</title><content type='html'>Hello blogging world.  This is me in a nutshell.  I am a twenty-something year old first generation filipino, Southern California girl.  Raised in San Diego, I moved to Los Angeles after high school where I attened a private university.  I met a boy  during college.  He went to school at UCI.  We did the whole long-distance thing.  Now I'm back in San Diego.  Still in school, working full time at a medical office.  The boy is in school too (med school).  We are still doing the long distance thing.  Hmmm, what else.  I guess that's all there is to know about me for now.  You can get to know me more through the rest of my posts.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-1979416488107219556?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1979416488107219556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=1979416488107219556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1979416488107219556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/1979416488107219556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-about-me.html' title='All about me'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098952644036350951.post-4774906969918187078</id><published>2007-09-19T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:04:35.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing....1.....2......3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098952644036350951-4774906969918187078?l=sillybubbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4774906969918187078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7098952644036350951&amp;postID=4774906969918187078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4774906969918187078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7098952644036350951/posts/default/4774906969918187078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillybubbie.blogspot.com/2007/09/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>bubbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10961914389416136592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
