tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82624425569339521412024-03-12T19:35:27.341-04:0031 days of...mi vidaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-10336350235091063682014-10-16T19:20:00.000-04:002014-10-16T19:20:11.248-04:00Good Eating.So on our mini-moon to Chattanooga, I was really convicted. The majority (if not all) of the restaurants we went to, rightfully boasted that their ingredients were local and/or organic. We went to this one diner near the river called, Blue Plate. And on their menu said:<br />
"Our kitchen has no microwave.<br />
Honest food can’t be rushed.<br />
It’s made to order, everyday at The Blue Plate."<br />
Now, this concept isn't anything new to me. My mom has been trying to convince Michael and me to stop using out microwave for years. But for some reason, this resonated with me.<br />
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Anyways, we get back home, and the following weekend, we meet up with my brother and sister-in-law (SIL) for some drinks and dessert. They tell us they have a wedding gift from one of our guests.<br />
Later, we get home and open the gift. What is it? A counter-top conventional oven. (yes!!) I've wanted one for so long, but could never justify the cost of buying one. As soon as I opened it, I knew what it meant - we needed to trade the microwave for the oven. Plus, we were short on counter-top space, so this was an easy fix for that dilemma as well.<br />
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So, I now present (and brag) to you our microwave-less kitchen! Because "honest food can't be rushed." :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-7074160471029909132014-04-08T11:35:00.003-04:002014-04-08T11:35:47.107-04:00Respecting his AppetiteGrowing up, I had <b>the </b><i style="font-weight: bold;">BIGGEST</i> sweet tooth ever.<br />
If we ever stopped by the gas station on the way to church to fill up the car, I'd run inside and buy a pint of icecream with my own money and have that for breakfast. I'd eat half a gallon of icecream in one sitting at home. It's amazing how I was not an obese child growing up. I'd having hot wing eating contests with the guys, or eat full large pies of pizza on orchestra trips in high school. It's really bad and borderline amazing how much I ate growing up... and still stayed ever so tiny. Of course as I got into college, that magical metabolism went away, and I could no longer expect to go to Waffle House at 2am, and maintain my clothing size.<br />
After a while, my sweet tooth was replaced with this love for spicy things. I will put tabasco or whatever other hot sauce is available at the time to anything and everything. I love hot wings. I love dipping my french fries in ketchup mixed with tabasco. I love squirting Sriacha sauce to anything relatively asian. And I love adding some habanero sauce to anything Tex-Mex/Spanish/Mexican. YUM. #mouthissalivating.<br />
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So, when I met Michael, it was so strange to find someone love sweets as much as he does. He loves icecream, chocolate, oreos, french toast.<br />
And very recently, we have been trying to be healthier. Not for the sake of seeing a certain number on the scale, or to be able to fit into clothes from x seasons ago. But just for the sake of being healthy. So when I send Michael out to the grocery store for one thing, and he shows up with that one thing plus icecream... it's half humoring, but also when my control gauge turns on.<br />
Several weeks ago, I bought a pack of oreos because I wanted to replace the oreo icing with toothpaste and give them to him as an April Fool's joke. I failed. So Michael's been able to enjoy some oreos every evening. Serving size is 3 cookies, but he insists on having 4. Last night, he snuck in 5.<br />
And later that evening, I realized... instead of chasing him around the house to try to grab that last cookie from him... I should have just let him have it. He's been doing well all throughout the day. He's been making an effort to eat his 5 meals a day. He's been staying away from the heavy stuff and icecream at work. <i>Just let him have a piece of heaven in the evening when he's trying to unwind from the day</i>.<br />
Because I've never snuck in a Girl Scout cookie, or stopped by McDonald's for their fries before..... ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-11086519617299314572014-04-07T15:40:00.003-04:002014-04-07T15:40:45.823-04:00Respecting his clothesI love style.<br />
That doesn't always mean I like being trendy or laced with brands head to toe though. But I do appreciate a cute pair of peep toes from Cole Haan or shift dress from Anthropologie.<br />
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When Michael and I first started dating, I refused to be seen in the same thing twice. And if Michael would spontaneously call to hang out, and I was wearing something he had seen me in before, I'd run over to the store and buy a new outfit.<br />
But as far as he went, I thought he was so adorable. He'd either be in his khakis and work polo, or a pair of chino shorts, a polo, and his Sperrys. I was so excited because I thought I was finally getting my preppy frat boy.<br />
Boy was I wrong.<br />
He is gratefully very aware of how he's dressed, but it's different from what I initially thought. I thought he'd be in seersucker pants, and plaid bow ties every other weekend. Nope.<br />
So for the first several months we were together, I'd buy him an oxford shirt here.. a pair of chinos there, but I started to realize there's no need for me to dress him up. He's not my doll, nor does he need to be dressed to be put on display.<br />
I have much to be grateful for. He knows how to iron his own clothes, and he will be in a bowtie, chinos, and a Brooks Brothers blazer in a minute at the appropriate times.<br />
I have to remind myself that there were times where I'd see him in a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts, and I thought he looked hot in them with his chiseled and lean calves.<br />
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It doesn't mean I can't buy things for him, or share my opinion with him. Because he does the same for me. But I need to remind myself the things that are important in our relationship, and the things that make him the man that I love.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-42227849326652508752014-04-04T15:34:00.001-04:002014-04-04T15:34:38.322-04:00Respecting His Kingdom (Home)House chores have never been my forte.<br />
I love living in a clean living space, and I love staying organized. But growing up, that wasn't really expected of me. Everything for the most part, was done for me. I'll never forget when I was around 10 years old, I went over to one of my friend's house for dinner. After dinner, I got up and thanked my friend's mother for dinner. She stopped me, and told me that in her house, everyone puts their plates and silverware in the sink. I was so mortified! It was never my intentions to be rude, but I just didn't know <b><i>any better.</i></b><br />
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Fast forward give or take 10 years, and I started dating Michael. Having him as my first substantial boyfriend.. who had his own living space was a wake up call. I had an internal freak out moment. Who's going to clean the dishes? Do the laundry? Vacuum the house? Clean the toilets? <b>me.</b><br />
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So from very early on in our relationship, I started to take on a lot of house roles. Just so I could learn how to do them. And if I didn't end up marrying Michael, it'd be good to know with whoever I ended up marrying. <br />
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With all that being said, I wish I could say I'm a clean master. But I'm not. And God knew this all along, because he has given me the most patient and understanding man ever. But this doesn't mean I am to take advantage of his patience, and see how far I can go. I need to make it a priority to continue to help around with the chores. And in doing that, I am respecting not only his wishes of having a tidy home, but also respecting the house that he bought for us.<br />
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With that, I leave you with a darling song I just came across...<br />
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Happy Friday! :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-399037338741442752014-03-28T10:41:00.001-04:002014-03-28T10:41:08.853-04:00Respecting his FriendsThis subject was an interesting one for me. One, because of the things mentioned in <a href="http://www.christianwifelife.com/2013/10/respecting-my-husband-his-friends.html">Ashley's blog</a>. And two, just because of our current life experiences with our friends.<br />
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<i>"<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">Girls seem to get a bad rap for hating on their man's friends. Like the moment he gets married he is dragged away from his friends and his wife owns him and keeps him locked up never to be seen again. </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">I think sometimes that stereotype can be somewhat accurate depending on the situation, but also a lot of the time the guy just WANTS to be settled and ends up not hanging out with his friends as much. I get that. (The friends don't usually get that from what I've observed.)"</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">I think there's some truth to that. I'll admit it. I am probably one of the most clingiest things to ever exist on this planet. Gratefully, Michael is too - but given that I'm a female, six years younger, and not as "seasoned" in my dating life - I beat him on this one. </span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">From day one until now, we've always spent a lot of time with each other. And there have been times, when he's expressed he misses hanging out with his guy friends.. and quite frankly, I'll take it personally. There have been other times though, that I'll miss hanging out with my girls so we'll have a girls night in/out. Funny thing is, when I let Michael know that I'm going out for the day or evening, he gets sad.</span><br />
So I do see a good amount of truth from that quote above.<br />
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There was something else from <a href="http://www.christianwifelife.com/2013/10/respecting-my-husband-his-friends.html">Ashley's blog</a> post that spoke to me -<br />
"...<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">instead of always referring back to the good ol' days, continue to HAVE the good ol' days right now."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">There's so much truth to this. As much as I adore my time with Michael, and love being able to have him to myself' the last thing I would ever want is to have him sit and think, "Man, I miss the good ole' days with the guys."</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">These guys have helped shape who Michael is today. And in some areas, probably have had more influence on him than any other group of people. They've been behind him through the bad, and have been right by his side through the good. So if they're important enough to have been with Michael through the thick and thin, then the least I can do is respect them and their time with Michael.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20.799999237060547px;">Happy Friday! :)</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-87063174954351064072014-03-25T09:03:00.003-04:002014-03-25T09:03:55.440-04:00Respecting his familyIt's been a while since I've been on here... the subject I read on after respecting his words was respecting his work. I'm going to skip over that, just to prevent any potential misunderstandings. There's nothing to misunderstand, but just in the off chance that something gets misunderstood......too sticky.<br />
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So anyways, onto respecting his family. I'm beyond grateful and blessed to be marrying into such a wonderful family. Do not get me wrong - Michael and I come from different families. We have different backgrounds and we communicate differently. However, at the end of the day, we both have parents and families that value the same things and we place our values in the same priority - the Lord, our family, our work. And that is a huge relief! I can marry this man knowing that whatever we find important, they will find important and will support us. I can also marry this many knowing we can confide in our families and trust that they will give us sound and relevant advice.<br />
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There are times even today, that I struggle to communicate with his family comfortably.<br />
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I come from a small family - the majority of my extended family living across the country, if not across the world from me. Having just one older sibling and come high school, just one parent. And by the time my parents divorced, my brother was in college so I rarely saw him. Coming from a Korean background, we are very big on respect, and not being outspoken. So although we love to talk and have fun, we aren't overly gregarious.<br />
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Michael on the other hand, is one of three sons. And since his parents owned their own company, they worked long and hard hours. But they always had nannies and grandmothers around to care for them. The majority of their extended family live approximately 530 miles from us, so it's not uncommon that they travel back and forth to each other for holidays and special occasions. And with Michael coming from a Southern and Latin background.... he and his family love to talk and be loud! :)<br />
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The differences in our families are fun, but at times, there are moments when I get exhausted. These are the times I need to remind myself that I need to still love and respect them and the time we have together. These are the people that have helped shape and form the man I love into who he is today!<br />
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So compared to some families out there, we really are able to have a wonderful relationship. But I pray I will never let that allow me to become lazy and comfortable in showing his family my utmost respect. Plus, over the years of us being together, I've realized that our families have more similarities than differences.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-37675929089239912502014-03-14T12:49:00.001-04:002014-03-14T13:05:13.487-04:00of Respecting my [future] husband<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Lent.</b><br />
Every season of lent, I I always contemplate about what I want to "give up" that year. Much like my New Years Resolutions, I debate between things that are way too easy, to things that are way too unreasonable. Some seasons of lent, I start thinking of things that will help me on a personal level, and then remember what lent is all about, and try to stick a biblical reasoning behind that thing to justify my decision.<br />
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This year, after some thought, I decided not to give anything up for lent. I mean, what's the point if I'm going to fail; although I believe last year, I successfully gave up alcohol for lent (woo hoo!). So when my fiance, Michael asked what I was giving up for lent, I pondered for a moment, and told him I decided not to give anything up. I quickly turned the question back on him, and let him ponder about what he'd give up himself. I felt guilty about not giving anything up; so after several hours of internal contemplation, I finally decided to open up my many "Praying for your Husband" pins, and attempt praying one of these prayers for my [future] husband everyday for lent. (And I'm fully aware Michael and I haven't exchanged our "I Do's" yet, but I really don't think there's any harm in getting some extra practice and staying ahead of the game!)<br />
Everything was happy doo-dah over the weekend, and then on Monday evening we had an argument. Honestly, our arguments are never crazy or get out of control, so this one wasn't any different. So anyways, Tuesday morning comes and I'm at my desk at work. What do I pray for him about?<br />
And then it dawned on me. A wife's role is not to pray for her husband's specific needs. A wife's role is to respect her husband, as the church respects Christ.<br />
So then I hit up my dear friend Google and Pinterest, and searched "how to respect your husband".<br />
I came across several blogs and websites, and one of those is Ashley Shellz' <a href="http://www.christianwifelife.com/2013/10/31-days-of-respecting-my-husband.html">"31 Days of Respecting my Husband"</a> series. I'm only on day three, but before I went any further, I wanted to begin sharing my thoughts and findings with whoever may come across this.<br />
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soo recap time.<br />
Day 1 was a general post on why we should respect our husband unconditionally. And it's not about whether we think he deserves it or not.<br />
Day 2 was on respecting his words. It had 5 points to help remind me what I could do to be an active listener. Some quotes that spoke to me...<br />
"I am honored to be not only my husband's wife, <b>but his best friend. Someone he can confide in.</b>"<br />
"If he is taking the time to talk to me about something - <i>anything </i>- I need to respect that and listen."<br />
"It means actively listening to ALL he has to say. <b>Without thinking the entire time about what I'm going to say next</b>."<br />
What does it mean to be an active listener?<br />
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<li>Making eye contact</li>
<li>Laying aside distractions</li>
<li>Responding with body language (facing him, nodding)</li>
<li>Clarifying what he's saying</li>
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<li>"<b>I am often assuming what the person is feeling because that's how I would be feeling </b>- but this isn't always the case."</li>
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<li>Asking him questions</li>
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"Showing respect for my husband's words means <b>letting him know that his words have value</b>."<br />
Day 3 is on respecting him in how I talk about him. So this was actually yesterdays, but I wanted this one to leak over to today's as well. It's not that I intentionally talk poorly about Michael. Let me share my take aways, and explain further.<br />
"I am representing the gospel in my marriage."<br />
"It's one thing to have some lighthearted teasing....But I have to be careful of crossing the line and hurting his feelings, especially around other people. I'm definitely guilty of going too far. And he may not show it. That's the thing -<b> a lot of the time guys don't show that they're hurt. They're usually not as quick to show sensitivity as we ladies are</b>."<br />
"Ask myself if the words are edifying or if I will be tearing him down."<br />
"I think it's frequently innocent - we try to make a joke but it comes out the wrong way and <b>we end up questioning their manhood." </b><br />
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So you see, even though I may tease him out of endearment, it may not always be received in that manner. And the worst part - is I may never know! That's terrifying to me. To think of all the countless times I could have hurt his feelings... and I'll never know. The even scarier thing is, last night we had dinner with a couple friend of ours. I came home that night, and could not remember whether I did a good job of being cognizant of how I spoke about Michael or not. Scary Mary!!! So I decided to give this one another try. I want to make intentional and successful attempts at each of these topics. So, there you go. Today is Day 3/4 on this journey of mine. I pray God will give me the strength and focus to remain intentional on this.<br />
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Okay, it's lunch time. See you tomorrow for a hopeful Day 4/5! :)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-69354634668225286362013-07-22T15:04:00.000-04:002013-07-22T15:04:01.827-04:00"you're gonna miss this"Hello? Is anyone there? Has it really been over six months since my last post? Sad.<br />
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So I figured, even if no one reads this, there are enough milestone-worthy events taking place for me to document them in some shape or form.<br />
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A.) The prodigal son.<br />
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Pepper is our 10-12 year old cat that Michael found in the woods of Auburn back in college.<br />
About a month or so ago, Pepper went missing for about two weeks.<br />
Even though Pepper is a fluffy, vicious (he loves catching inanimate mouse toys), and magnificent feline, we could not help but worry about him fending off the coyotes, hawks, snakes that also inhabit the surrounding areas.<br />
Long story short, we received a phone call from a neighboring neighbor, and found our dearest Pepper hiding in a storm drain.<br />
Definitely made us realize how much these little animals mean to us.<br />
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B.) Home is where the heart is... or where we can house the kitties and Enzo.<br />
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After months and months of searching for homes, we've finally found a house that we can confidently and ecstatically call "home". It has been an interesting process. And even more so because we are facing decisions that are slightly mature for our relationship. I know our relationship has always been slightly unconventional, and I definitely know of other beautiful couples that face much more outlandish situations, but I during the house hunting process, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and doubtful at times. Such is life, I suppose....<br />
Anyways, at the end of the day, we're both constantly excited and humbled by the great house God has blessed us with! All the time and effort of walking through countless numbers of front doors to different houses has definitely paid off, and we would have had it no other way!<br />
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C.) Maison Blanche or Oyster Bar?<br />
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Along with a new home comes new paint, furniture, decorations, appliances, and stress. :)<br />
It's kind of a mixing bowl of emotions. Excitement, confusion, frustration, over-whelmededness, contentment, and so the list continues.<br />
We're about set on the paint colors, but who knows. It's a completely different story once the paint actually touches the wall and meets the light.<br />
We're about set on the type of furniture, but who knows. It's a completely different story once you pop your dream bubble and come back to reality with the term called, "a budget".<br />
Decorations haven't even surfaced to the conversation level yet.<br />
And appliances are kind of a different beast on its own.<br />
We're totally well acquainted with stress though.<br />
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I guess that's about it. Maybe next time there'll be more substantial deco ideas to do posts by room.<br />
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p.s. Trace Adkins - You're Gonna Miss This. good stuff.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-57777932520134054902012-11-27T16:55:00.001-05:002012-11-27T17:04:48.955-05:00No Spend Month Monday update + workout goodies!Thanksgiving has come and gone... calories have come, but haven't gone... and money has (<i>kind of</i>) come, but is <b>definitely </b>gone. boo! :(<br />
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Needless to say, even though I didn't go on my Black Friday and/or Cyber Monday splurge, I'm still way over budget. I suppose early Christmas gift shopping is the main one to blame. At least I'm about half way done with Christmas gifts for the fambam. I also scored some awesome books from half.com, and can<b><i>not</i></b> wait for them to appear in my mailbox! :) I will have to share my findings once they arrive.<br />
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Now! I am dying to begin these <u>tonight.</u> I did a similar 10 minute <a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/Victorias-Secret-Models-Full-Body-Workout-21416942">circuit training</a> two days ago, and my quads and rump are in <b>so </b>much pain.. I can't even explain. It has definitely been a rude awakening, but I guess that's what I needed to get my motivation back. I really would like to get my 10k back. But before I achieve that, I must work towards a better mile time...<br />
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I present to you.. *drum roll* Victoria's Secret's Train Like an Angel workout videos!! I'm about two months behind from the challenge, but that doesn't mean I can't do it on my own. Enjoy, and let me know how it goes for you! :)<br />
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<b>Week One</b> - Core Workout <br />
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<i>accompanying video</i>: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJJa4pELcls">Core Workout</a><br />
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<b>Week Two</b> - Legs Workout<br />
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<i>accompanying video:</i> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RpeE-eMd98">Leg Workout</a><br />
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<i>accompanying video:</i> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UwBSKGLY1b4">Arms Workout</a><br />
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<b>Week Four</b> - Cardio Workout<br />
video: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uElHjS-f6YY">Cardio Workout</a><br />
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<b>Week Five</b> - Butt Workout<br />
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<i>accompanying video: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G892CW5csjU">Butt Workout</a></i><br />
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<b>Week Six</b> - Jet Set Workout<br />
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<i>accompanying video: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdunDAPWaUM">Jet Set Workout</a></i><br />
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Work it! I'll let you know how I end up surviving... until then, ciao! (:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-85751659032141731892012-11-19T13:08:00.000-05:002012-11-19T13:08:13.010-05:00No Spend Month Monday Update..It's a week before Black Friday, and so far, I've stayed within budget. I do plan on going shopping this Friday, but also have work Friday morning, so don't intend on being a crazy Black Friday-er. :) I am excited to say this has been the closest I've ever been to succeeding. What's the secret? There definitely a lot of variables that are allowing this to be a success. Being out of town with zero need to spend money has definitely been a huge factor. Another key player is my consistency in packed lunches. There are so many days (like today) where I'll crave Chik-Fil-A, or something completely random. But much like when one is dieting, it takes a good amount of self-control to say "no," and from there, I'm golden! :) I have also made smarter clothing purchases. Before buying anything, I ask myself, "Will I be wearing this two seasons from now?" I know that sounds like forever away, but trust me. My good pieces last me for years and years. I have a down jacket that I've had since high school!! So although there are many cute sweaters and cardigans and tops, I need to ask myself if it's cute because it's currently <b>in fashion</b>, or because it's timelessly <i>my style. </i>At the end of the day, it boils down to smart, self-controlled decisions. I need to see the big picture, and not act impulsively. Whether it be my stomach speaking to me or my eyes, I need to see that the majority of my purchases are for short-lived pleasures. bigger picture. <i>bigger picture. </i><b style="font-style: italic;">bigger picture!!</b><br />
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So here's what I've spent my hard earned cash the past two weeks....<br />
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<li>November 12: $20.33 - Dollar Tree; I wanted to make Mercury Glass candle votives. It's impossible to find the right spray paint, so I may give up on this project and return the candle votives.</li>
<li>November 12: $8.58 - Home Depot; spent on the wrong spray paint. </li>
<li>November 14: $11.38 - Hancock Fabrics; pearl pins and ribbon for my ornament (see previous post)</li>
<li>November 14: $35.04 - Michael's; styrofoam balls, circle cutter (wanted to make Christmas cards, but I think the circles it cuts are too big..), & pearl balls</li>
<li>November 14: $15.96 - Arby's; dinner for two.</li>
<li>November 16: $7.53 - Arby's; my lunch.</li>
<li>November 17: $58.20 - Birthday gifts/wrap & cards for my Vietalien babies. :)</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-29490858917268690022012-11-19T09:26:00.001-05:002012-11-19T09:26:09.972-05:00it's in the air!The holiday season is finally in the air! Well, it's been here for about three months in the retail world, but in the Rebecca world, it has just arrived.<br />
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With Christmas around the corner, and pinterest in my life, I've taken the liberty to making my very first ornament! I pinned a couple of ornaments from Anthropologie several weeks ago, and as they were $12 a pop, I thought it'd be a better idea to make them myself. I'm not quite sure it's <i>that </i>much cheaper to make it myself, but it's fun and personally, I think mine is prettier. :) It's super easy to make (given Michaels has all the supplies you need). The top left is the one from Anthrpologie, and here's another one from this season : <a href="http://us.anthropologie.com/anthro/product/home-new-trim/25552191.jsp">Pearl Bauble Orb</a>. The bottom left is my ornament with the vivid filter, and the left is my ornament with the soft filter. :)<br />
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<li>ribbon</li>
<li>wire (you need to poke the wire through the foam ball so you will have something to tie the ribbon to.)</li>
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The pearl head pins are pretty expensive, and you go through them pretty quickly (it took 300 pins for one ornament!) So for the rest of my ornaments, I'm just going to use hot glue gun. I've already started another ornament with this technique, and it's working beautifully. I'll post pictures once I'm finished. :)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-1885812590469963302012-11-15T17:26:00.001-05:002012-11-15T17:26:20.429-05:00Post Election...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know it's a bit late to be writing about my initial responses to the election results, but I wanted to take some time to how I really truly felt/feel/will feel about the next four years.</div>
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I have to admit, I'm a little worried for this country, for my family, for my friends and for myself. Especially when it comes to any fiscally related topics.</div>
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I will have to admit, I was slightly encouraged after reading President Obama's plans of meeting up with Romney to share ideas. It's a commendable thing when one openly admits he/she does not have as strong of an understanding on a certain topic as another. And on top of that, to be willing to do something constructive about it.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-7278220123640966672012-11-05T13:14:00.000-05:002012-11-05T13:15:13.538-05:00No Spend Month MondaysToday is Monday. You know what that means!! No Spend Monday update! :D<br />
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New month, new budget, new expenses, new savings...<br />
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So far, I've done pretty well with just two purchases:<br />
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<li>$10.85 - lunch at Jason's Deli</li>
<li>$4.05 - gum at CVS</li>
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I've already eaten the lunch I brought from home, so I'll be good for the rest of the day.</div>
I leave on Thursday afternoon for a retreat, so that solidifies zero spendings from Thursday - Sunday.<br />
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As far as the other topics of blogging goes, I may have designated the topics for pretty unreasonable days. Sundays are always filled with house chores and church, so although I do cook at least dinner, I either forget to take pictures and/or am so exhausted from the days' happenings that I forget to grab the computer and write. (Both of which occurred last night...) By the time Michael gets home from small group, it's around 9:30pm. By the time we finish eating and clearing out the kitchen, it's closer to 10:30-11:00pm. As far as my Quiet Time Thursdays go, I had an all-day in-house training session at work on Thursday, so that kind of failed. And I wrote a draft on Friday, but for one reason or another, never got around to publishing it. I may have to leave the "Foodday Sunday" initiative to a more organic approach. I'm sure I will be able to stick with the "<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No Spend Month Mondays</span>" and the "<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Quiet-Time Thursdays" though.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-66451353649860045642012-10-29T14:34:00.004-04:002012-10-29T14:41:12.298-04:00No Spend MondayHappy Monday! and ready or not, here comes the cold weather!<br />
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There are three days until the next month. And I cannot emphasize the need for the new month enough.<br />
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So, here are the basic details for the No Spend Month initiative:<br />
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<li>budget per month: $250</li>
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<li>does not include:</li>
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<li>bills</li>
<li>pet expenses</li>
<li>tithe/donations</li>
<li>gas</li>
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<li>shopping</li>
<li>eating out/groceries</li>
<li>presents/gifts</li>
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For starters, I adore adore <b><i>ADORE </i></b>food. I love eating out, I love eating in. I love eating until I feel ill. So, needless to say, the majority of my budget goes to food. I added up my food expenses, and it came to a whopping $169.26. yikes! That's 51% of my budget going to food, and this is from eating out only, mind you. I didn't include all the grocery store expenses, because I usually grab non-food items while I'm at Kroger, Target, and/or Walmart. Houston, we have a MAJOR problem here.</div>
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This past week I spent $191.51 on the following:</div>
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<li>October 21: ($17.93) at Kroger - food/ingredients for dinner</li>
<li>October 21: ($4.54) at Yogurtland - frozen yogurt with the boyfriend</li>
<li>October 21: ($40.41) at PetsMart - three tetras & Greenies for my cats & dog</li>
<li>October 22: ($7.88) at Kroger - salad and soup lunch</li>
<li>October 22: ($3.99) at Kroger - eye drops for my contacts</li>
<li>October 24: ($39.43) at Kroger - dinner and ingredients for a dessert I failed royally on baking.</li>
<li>October 25: ($11.25) at Amazon - a book that was recommended to me</li>
<li>October 25: ($25) at GSU - unfinished business</li>
<li>October 26: ($22.99) at Target - halloween costumes for my pets (a dinosaur and shark.. pictures are below heehee)</li>
<li>October 26: ($18.09) at Goldbergs - lox on a bagel & a chicken caesar wrap. I was totally unimpressed by the lox on the bagel. I miss the ones from the cruise!!</li>
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I restate the fact that there are three days remaining. I better not spend one more penny within the next three days, because I have currently spent ... holy smokes. I have spent $538.29 this past month. <b>oh em gee</b>. Do you realize how disgusting this is?</div>
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Last month, my first month of attempting this, I spent $828.79. Granted, I did spend $212 on the new iPhone, $78.98 on a replacement fleece for my boyfriend that my lovely cat ate (yes.. she ate his fleece), and $114.25 on a traffic citation. But that's still $423.57 I spent on other random, useless, disposable <i>crap</i>. </div>
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*sigh* I need to stop making excuses, and stop caving into my cravings. because this is seriously ridonkulous! </div>
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Going forward, maybe I need to start micro-managing, like setting weekly or even daily budgets!</div>
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There are 30 days in November, giving me a daily budget of $8.33, and a weekly budget of $62.50. That doesn't seem impossible to abide by.</div>
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There is one discouraging event though:</div>
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<li>Black Friday<b><i>!</i></b></li>
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<li>I desperately need a new computer... :( okay, maybe not desperately, but I do need one.</li>
<li>I need new clothes and shoes!...so we all know I use the word "need" and "want" interchangeably...</li>
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I will be out of town the second week of November though, so hopefully that'll curb some of my spendings..</div>
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As far as this week goes, I have done well by not going out for breakfast or lunch today (go me!)</div>
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I have small group after work tomorrow, so the chances of me going out to eat for dinner increases slightly, but hopefully I'll be able to wait until I get home to eat dinner.</div>
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I plan on sleeping over at my boyfriends tomorrow, and if I do, I probably won't pack my breakfast & lunch.. which means I'll be spending a bit on Wednesday for my meals. <i>Except</i> my company's CEO is taking us out for lunch, so hopefully I'll be paying for nothing more than my breakfast that day.... or I could be a good little girl and pack my breakfast. Thursday & Friday should be good days... but who knows. I could crave lox on a bagel like I did last week and spend close to $20 at the Jewish deli down the street....</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-21042928657271502492012-10-22T16:39:00.000-04:002012-10-22T16:39:36.832-04:00restore. revitalize. repurpose<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It's been two years, one month, and seven days since my last post. I have to admit, I've been doing anything but a stellar job with this blog. So, here's to the ability to "turning the page" and "beginning a new chapter" in my life book. I have come back with intentions of restoring this blog... revitalizing it... with a completely new purpose (I'm not sure I ever started this blog with an actual purpose, so perhaps "new purpose" is a bit of an overstatement). Regardless, I bring you mi vida 2.0. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"No Spend Month" updates. I am an avid Pinner, and one of the many brilliant pins I came across consisted of me limiting my monthly expenses to a mere $200. *gasp* I began last month, and failed. This month, I am failing twice as much, but twice as gracefully. :) I'm hoping by publicly declaring my irresponsible spendings, (mostly on food) I will feel embarrassed enough to stick with my budget. I doubt blogging will really hold me accountable, but here's to being optimistic and self-controlled.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We can call these, "No Spend Month Mondays"!</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For more information on "No Spend Month" visit: <a href="http://smallnotebook.org/2010/07/01/the-no-spend-month/">http://smallnotebook.org/2010/07/01/the-no-spend-month/</a></span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quiet-Time Insights. For someone that has grown up in the church and grown up around a family and friends that love, serve, live for the Lord, I do a feebly meebly job keeping up with my quiet times on a consistent basis. I am constantly in fellowship with Him, and I love everything about spending time with Him, but I definitely lack the self control to set aside a specific place and time to have a date with my Savior. The very least I can do is plan and go on a date with Him. Perhaps one day, I'll get to the point where I can be an event planner for Him. Again, I'm hoping by publicly journal-ing my thoughts and findings from one of our dates from the week, it will help me not only to stay on track with meeting Him, but will also allow me to gain an additional insight or two as I reflect upon my QT.</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Food Experiments. I love food. I love eating it, smelling it, looking at it, dreaming about it. I always have and always will. Trying out new recipes has become a more relevant hobby now that on top of <a href="http://www.allrecipes.com/">All Recipes</a> there are websites like, <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a> and <a href="http://foodgawker.com/">FoodGawker</a> to tease me. And ever since I got my new iPhone & realized they all have apps, I have become a food lover on a dangerously different level. All of them haven't been successes. I haven't always followed the recipes exactly (whether it be by choice or not). It'd be my greatest pleasure to be able to share these experiences with you.</span></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-68220110415535217262010-09-15T15:36:00.000-04:002010-09-15T15:48:44.837-04:00an hour.I have an hour left till my next/last class of the day.<br />Interesting how it's been approx. a month since my last blog.. yet it seems like so much longer.. boo.<br /><br />I don't have any specific topic/thought in mind...<br />I do know that I'm sick, but getting better..<br />I do know that I'm never going to be satisfied with my schedule.<br />..I wish I could taste food.<br /><br />I am so in love with the color gray.<br />It's such an unopinionated color.<br />okay. this is going to annoy me.<br />I think that "unopinionated" is a word.. dictionary.com does so too, but stupid firefox doesn't... and has it underlined in red.<br />STOP! :o(<br /><br />.... I think I have a serious case of ADD.<br />I blame it on today's society.<br />I currently have 8 tabs open, and ....wow.. look at that pretty bird..<br />haha just kidding.<br />no but seriously.<br />I'm so preoccupied, that I don't even know what I am to type about.<br />so... au revoir.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-49328041687275834492010-08-15T05:16:00.000-04:002010-08-15T05:44:36.145-04:00night owl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It's 5:16am.. and I'm pretty freaking awake..<br />I can't believe last summer.. I would be waking up at like 4:50am..<br />interesting how things can change within a year...even within a day.<br />I have about a year left until I leave for the west, so several days ago, I went to Kroger and bought several composition notebooks so I can journal.<br />This date, next year... I won't be in GA anymore.. or if I am still here.. I will be uber uber close to leaving for CA. <br /><br />I felt encouraged to write in this thing today, except.. I'm on my mom's laptop, which doesn't have my blog bookmarked.. so I clicked on the link on my FB page to get here.. and I realized how blinding some of the colors are..<br />I don't know if it's because it's 5:19am, or if it's because I am without contacts/glasses, or.. if indeed, it really is because I chose crappy colors.<br />Oh well. and life goes on.<br /><br />What is the point of a tattoo?<br />I wish I really knew and understood this.<br />I want a tattoo.. maybe two.<br />But as soon as I ask myself, "why?"<br />..I come back to myself with a blank face and nothing to say.<br />would you like to know my ideas?<br />Of course you would. You're empty space.. in the cyber world.. waiting for some loser, like me.. to ramble and babble.<br />1.) "father, son, holy spirit" in Armaic.. each word placed to form a triangle.<br /> ..possibly for my top center back.. under my neck, or my right shoulder blade-ish.<br />2.) an upside down treble & bass clef to make a heart.<br /> ..possibly on my inner wrist, or behind my ear.. or on my ankle<br />3.) a phoenix<br /> .. on my shoulder blade-ish..<br />I know it's just a fad, and once it's over and done with (especially when I'm an old grandma) I'm gonna want it off of me..<br />I just really wish I could know what the point of getting a tattoo is.<br /><br />What is instinct?<br />How much power do you give your instincts?<br />When you're faced with something.. how many times do you listen to the little voice at the back of your head?<br />I have an extremely huge problem with balancing this... factor, if you will.<br />I'll go back and forth when trying to come to an answer..<br />from my emotional reasoning to my rational reasoning.<br />Quantity comes no where close to quality...<br />so, I think, as hard as it may be...<br />I am going to have to let go.. and throw away everything.. for good.<br />Lately, I've been hearing from left and right..like.. more than I've ever heard in my life all put together.. how physically attractive I am.<br />And the downtown scum bags booty-callers don't count.<br />I really.. have never received so many compliments before..<br />and I've never seen so many people so.. hesitant and afraid to approach me,, because they not only think, but also know that I'm "too good" for them.<br />It makes me feel kind of uncomfortable.. probably because I am not used to such talk.. so I end up just ignoring it.. and pretend that I didn't hear it.<br />I'm used to getting compliments on my things.<br />..my clothes, my shoes, my accessories, my my my my...not.. me.<br /><br />It's kind of opened my eyes.<br />People would always tell me to have high expectations when looking in a male..<br />I think I need to increase my standards on females more though.<br />Females are extremely...horrible.<br />And.. we, as females.. know it too.<br />We know that we're bitches. We know that we use our brains to get what we want. We know it all, yet we continue the cycle, and allow it to spread and affect others.<br /><br />I have a weakness.<br />When I fall for a person. Male, Female..doesn't matter.<br />I fall freaking gosh darn hard.<br />I will and have become slaves for many.<br />I'll say, "yes" to whatever you ask me to do.. without thinking, of course.<br />And then later, realize what I was asked to do.. and curse at myself.<br />I'll make these promises because at that moment.. I'm so in love with that person.. and I want to do and give all for that person (please continue to keep in mind that this goes for both genders and all ages.) and then later realize I am in no situation to be doing such things.<br /><br />I always try to watch and learn from others.. see how they end up getting the upper hand, and still have people loving and wanting them.. and I keep mental notes. But as soon as a situation comes to my face, I go straight back to my naive retardedness.<br /><br />Do I throw away the only two friendships that I've maintained for so many years?<br />Logically, I have every right and reason to..<br />Emotionally, I am far to weak to.<br />For the past 21+ years, I have lived with an emotional brain. I've had people next to me guiding and molding me with logical reasoning, but I am an emotional liver.<br />Dear Lord, won't you guide me and help me to do what is right.<br />And if I think of it like that.. throwing away anyone is not an option.. for everyone is put into my life for a reason.. but is this also emotional reasoning? or is it logical?<br /><br />One more year, and I am out of here.<br />Dear God, won't you give me the strength and wisdom to endure this thing that you've bestowed upon me...haya.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-59780719974994059022010-04-02T09:19:00.000-04:002010-04-02T09:33:59.291-04:00three...tres...trois.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s4.hubimg.com/u/1602699_f260.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 325px;" src="http://s4.hubimg.com/u/1602699_f260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cafecircaatl.com/images/gallery_cc_6b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 504px; height: 324px;" src="http://www.cafecircaatl.com/images/gallery_cc_6b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />It's only been three days, yet it feels like it's been thirty-three days...<br />I don't know if that's good or bad..<br />Initially, I thought it was bad, cus usually time flies when you have fun, but the fat that I'm noticing the time "fly" by... shows that I'm not enjoying this..<br />or maybe, I'm used to this type of eating... so it feels like I've done this since forever.. *shrugs*<br /><br />I went shopping yesterday.. I realized, I don't like shopping.. what I like is to be able to easily & quickly find alll these pretty clothes and try them on, and they look fabulous on me. pah.<br /><br />I didn't work out this morning either... chica slept in an hour....again. -_-<br />I feel bloated<br />and sluggish<br />and lazy<br />and gross.<br /><br />anyways..<br /><br />For my main meals... I got me some brown rice, the usual veggies, olive oil, salt, and this time.. I added some balsamic vinaigrette.. I'm actually excited about today's meal.. it's got a bit of a "tang" to it ;)<br /><br />also! last night.. in addition to eating the little potato concoction up.. I made a little salad with spinich leaves, diced tomatoes, & carrots wiiiith *dun dun dunnn* <br />olive oil, salt, & balsamic vinaigrette.. and that mess is BANGIN'!<br />haha.. actually, I didn't really care for the carrots & spinach, but I love tomatoes.. and balsamic vin.. yomyom. I literally ate enough spinach to feed all of popeye & his family..<br /><br />my current worry..<br />I'm having dinner with my friend from Korea that I haven't seen in what.. 4 years? I made reservations to Cafe Circa & Sundial,, for dessert<br />....I'm soooo in a dilemma.. *sigh* :*(<br /><br />I suppose this is all for now.. ciaobye!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-3801142877507784552010-04-01T09:39:00.000-04:002010-04-01T10:03:23.197-04:00day dos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens6231052module49485792photo_1249152123Charlie_Frost.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.squidoo.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/draft_lens6231052module49485792photo_1249152123Charlie_Frost.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The hardest thing about this project, is the fact that I have a nose.<br />I'm not hungry... but my stomach is filled with all this.. rabbit/baby food. So, when I smell something a bit more...PETA unfriendly.. I go crazy.<br />I've been craving a sub... I can eat a sub, right? hmm..<br />I also wonder.. how am I do make a salad dressing? <br />Ironic how there's so much effort put into a diet consisting such primitive foods.<br /><br />I don't know how Daniel and his buddies came out with better health conditions after this... because personally, I'm wolfing down carbs like there is no tomorrow...<br /><br />Speaking of no tomorrows.. I watched "2012" last night.. interesting movie.<br />I can't help but kind of worry... I know it may be another fluke, like the y2k bug.. but y2k bug wasn't about the extinction of the human race..<br />I realized, by winter of 2012, I'm going to be in California.. maybe I'll be in Yellowstone Park on Dec 12..juust like Charlie. hah, I kid.<br /><br />Anyways. yesterday, my lunch/dinner consisted of pasta, bell peppers, spinach, salt, onions, aaand que mas..? <br /><br />Last night, after my viewing of 2012, I got me some potaters, asparagus, all them other veggies, olive oil, & salt (my one and only source of flavor..) and steamed/sautéed that mess up together, and plopped this creation into a huge tupperware.<br /><br />This morning,,<br />I woke up an hour & 15 mins late..<br />goodbye work.out! except.. as I was leaving my neighborhood, I realized my first class was cancelled.. Of course, lazy me-- did not turn around to grab my gym bag x)<br />Gobbled down a sweet potater, bananer, y 2 loaves of bread.<br /><br />---randommmm::<br />Last night, I dreamt that I was in my uncle & aunt's house over in cali..<br />I also dreamt that I accidentally, thoughtlessly ate something that I wasn't supposed to. I'm so careless, that it's actually a realistic threat :x<br /><br />I suppose that is all, ciao bella!<3Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-28680057098456692802010-03-31T09:22:00.001-04:002010-03-31T09:54:42.782-04:00day ONE! go go go~~*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FbQpJifPwY/S7NTf36McMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-lopuXmAjTU/s1600/21-day-daniel-fast.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2FbQpJifPwY/S7NTf36McMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/-lopuXmAjTU/s320/21-day-daniel-fast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454795380724887746" /></a><br />So, I watched that Julia & Julie movie several weeks ago.. I didn't love it.. but I thought that it was nice how Julie embarked on a little adventure..<br />Out of boredom, I've decided to see if I could go 21 days without eating anything...not-primitive.<br />Daniel Fast is what it's called, but I don't want to call it that.. because the word "fast" makes it sound all holy.. and spiritual..& those are not my intentions.<br />Daniel Diet is another name, but that makes it sound like I'm doing some.. banana/lemon fad diet/cleanser.. which is also not what I'm after.<br />I have opted to calling it "my Daniel thing."<br />Isn't that perfect? <br />Specific enough to where you'll know what I'm talking about, yet ambiguous enough to give this project's purpose some space :).<br /><br />--<br /><br /> I went to the store last night,, after watching "Did You Hear About the Morgans?"<br />which by the way, I thought the movie was really awkward.. and the two had no chemistry..<br />I blame it on SJP.. I don't think the role was very fitting for her<br />..but then again, that could be a biased remark.. cus I love Hugh Grant<3 <br />Anyways,,<br />bought some veggies and beans..<br />went back home and made pasta.<br />I was scared that it would be bland.. considering I used only salt & cayenne pepper to season, but I realized vegetables are quite flavorful!<br />This thought led me to another-- when we use pasta sauce for pasta.. it's amazing how much flavor from the components are just sucked out!<br /><br />Breakfast & Dinner do not worry me much, as I usually have a banana & pb&honey sandwich (the latter, I cannot consume for this thing, so I've replaced the sandwich with an apple & edemames.)<br /><br />Lunch, also does not worry me much,, I just need to replace the meat factor with some greens or beans or potaters or vatever.<br /><br />I worry about the "going out and eating with friends."<br />yes. this is & will continue to be my greatest concern & fear.<br />Oh, I am also abstaining from coffee. no caffeine!<br /><br />SO this morning, I woke up all swollen eyed; KNOCKED out on marta; aaand arrived to the SRC brain dead.<br />I started my workout with anaerobic stuff... and it was all oh so very sluggish.<br />I even dozed off on the mat while doing some core workouts (oooops.)<br />But do you know what the amazing thing about running when I'm brain dead is??<br />Because I'm running without thought, I'm able to run so much more...<br />I don't know whether I should be pleased about this or frustrated.<br />This clearly means that my body is capable of doing xxmiles, but because of my active brain, I end up doing xx-x number of miles. Sure, the few times where I'm running brain dead- I get some extra minutes in... but if only I were brain dead everyday!<br />I'd be running more than Salina Kosgei! kidding.<br />The power and control my brain has over my body is interesting, yet frightening.<br /><br />oh! last weekend, I bought this sunscreen lotion.. and I'm in love with it!<br />it's spf50, and it's not greasy, nasty smelling at all.. :)<3 <br />of course, it's not exactly the silkiest, best-smelling product ever, but for sunblock-- it's money! x)<br /><br />I've blabbered long enough.. hopefully not all my posts will be this long..<br /><br />ciaobye!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-19299532315297413952010-03-30T09:47:00.001-04:002010-03-30T10:07:14.260-04:00purpose,,direction,, day ZERO.In an attempt to put some direction and purpose in the life of this blog,<div>I'm going to use it as a little journal for the next... hmm, how long should I set the time frame for...?</div><div>is 40 days too long?</div><div>I suppose, I'll do it for 21 days- the length that Daniel sustained his little humdrum for..</div><div>what am I talking about you ask?.. </div><div>I plan to take on the Daniel fast.</div><div>I don't think I can do this.. but I think I should start tomorrow, because I decided to do this impulsively, and my lunch consists of mucho meat. HAH.</div><div>some thoughts going through my mind..</div><div>- Me not being able to drink coffee worries me the most</div><div>- Along with me not being able to eat out with friends.</div><div>- I can picture myself accidentally eating something that I'm not supposed to...</div><div>merely because I didn't know that I wasn't allowed to. This sucks & no bad intentions were present... but I've come to learn and realize that intentions are worth nothing in this world.</div><div>...this is going to be interesting.</div><div><br /></div><div>wish me luck! :)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-69793236771813432772010-03-04T08:24:00.000-05:002010-03-04T08:46:49.616-05:00I hate coffee breath.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sourhippo.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/waffle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 488px;" src="http://sourhippo.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/waffle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/43350/2109890740102547422S500x500Q85.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://inlinethumb23.webshots.com/43350/2109890740102547422S500x500Q85.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I forgot to chew gum this morning after I drank my coffee... and even though I've eaten a banana.. the coffee breath is swimming around my mouth. YUCK!<br /><br />I hate being so obsessed with reasons.<br />reasons, answers, hypothesis, explanation, excuse,...what have you.<br />I wish I could be told, "cus that's just the way it is." and be tooootalllly okay with that crummy & thoughtless "answer."<br /><br />When I'm....breathing, & not actively occupied with something, my mind is afloat... One of the few things that usually occupies my mind is, "why."<br />Why is blue....called "blue?"<br />Why isn't it fdsa?<br />It's almost like a 3-year old's brain on crack.<br /><br />Another thing that almost always crosses my noggin.<br />Why is the majority of homeless people..black? (by black, I mean African American...not African, Jamaican, Dom. Republican, Aborigines, etc...)<br />Why not asian? hispanic? white? indian? etcetc...?<br />Okay, if you're white and homeless, you're kind of the epitome of fail.<br />I mean... you took this land and made it yours.. made your own rules up..kicked those that bothered you out...etc.<br />But doesn't it make sense for the minorities to be homeless?<br />For the most part, they don't speak English... the language of the land that they live in...<br />Because they're immigrants, the web of people they know is probably (or at least should be) far smaller than that of these black people...<br />I don't get it. You speak the language.. for the majority, you're not handicapped...and since you are the descendant of slaves that lasted, you are clearly made up of pretty decent genes.<br />I don't get it.. maybe it's because immigrants saved up a bit... but I mean, there are a good number of people that have screwed up their entrepreneurial businesses and have claimed bankruptcy...etcetc they're not homeless.<br />Even in this state of economy, there are plenty of jobs available for brainless twats.<br />I see "Help Wanted," "Now Hiring" signs pretty frequently...<br />So what is it?<br /><br />So in conclusion, until there is a legit reason to explain and defend this group of ...people. I refuse to feel sorry for non-handicapped English speaking bums.<br /><br /><br /><br />goooooooooooodness, I'm so thankful my essay is done with.. and that it's almost Friday, but jeebus. Can't it be Friday night already? I just want to sleep...and then indulge and waffle house. YUM.<br />the saddest thing is, I've actually been getting acceptable amounts of sleep this week..especially with the consideration of the workload that I've been given.<br /><br />Am I making any sense?<br />Am I alone in this world of blabbering?<br />Helloo! (hello .. ello.... llo...oo...)<----- that's echo, by the way.<br />Okay, I've had too much caffeine. good day.<br /><br />I WANT SOME GREASY FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.<br />okay seriously. adios.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-16844916973260227322010-02-01T08:51:00.001-05:002010-02-01T09:04:53.943-05:00play time's over<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs194.snc3/20146_278066544565_705204565_3200608_4144934_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs194.snc3/20146_278066544565_705204565_3200608_4144934_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">The greatly anticipated Friday night has come & gone... and it is now a Monday... a mundane Monday.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Friday was fun, I don't remember too much... but after a lovely 4.5 hours of sleep, I woke up at 9:30 the next day ready for some 라면...yum.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I do remember one thing.. there was this latin guy.. from what I remember and from my judgment at that time (I'll let you decide for yourself how legit those two things are..) was pretty attractive.. had asked me to dance...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">latino: I want to dance with you..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">me: mmmm, I'm not drunk enough for that yet...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">*walks away non chalantly in great spirits*</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">HAHA. it still gives me giggles to think that I said that.. I wish I stayed long enough or actually remembered to look at his reaction.. cus that's a pretty blunt and hard blow. oops</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">at around 3-4am,, as my sister-in-law's closing up our tab, and I'm standing around in the vip, the same guy comes up to me and asks me to dance again.. saying he's been trying to dance with me alll night.. it was really almost endearing. poor fellow. He probably thinks I'm racist- which, I am...but I'm not towards the Latinos! oh well.</span><br /><br />soooo<br />I don't know where my motivation and my obsessive freak out tense self has gone... because I'm back to my laid back self..and it's not good. not good at all. I need to stop hitting the books..really, very soon. A sobering thought,, spring break's in a month. lord.<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Minnows are faster than guppies...yah? I think I'm able to promote myself to the title of a minnow..hooray :) "just keep swimmin' just keep swimmin...."</span><br /><br />I'm so sleepy. I wish I could just sleep and bum and sleep and bum and eat and sleep for like.. a week straight. weekends are far too short for my needs. Although, after a 12-day work week-- this past weekend of fun & chill was pretty frantastic.<br /><br />I have an hour until my next class.. let's see if I can get my little butt off this chair to a table to read and actually comprehend my insipid book with its interminable amount of reading.BLAH.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">--ciao bellas<3><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-27337753056813951392010-01-16T14:26:00.000-05:002010-01-16T16:06:49.684-05:00biblioteca.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Saturday afternoon... weather is chilly & drizzly...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It's been a while since I've taken the time to be hypnotized by mr.victor kim, sooo.. I took the liberty of doing that..</span><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMr1wDM467A">victor's yellow cover on the ukulele ;)</a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I love this video.. probably cus he plays his uke in it.. I love the uke. :)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">...there's this mountain/road in santa barbara called gibraltar that I absolutely adore going to at night... there's this little ledge that you can pull off to.. and you can see a gorgeous view of sb.. but more than that.. if you look up, the stars that are looking down at you are so so close & bright..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I wish I could build a house ...or a shack, rather... on that tiny tiny ledge and have a glass ceiling so that the last things I see before I drift off to sleep are those stars... it's my <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">favoritest </span>place ever.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I listen to this song and that place of awesomeness comes to mind...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">going back to ukulele's...</span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnqJSkU-dfo&NR=1">another favorite.. :)</a><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJogDG8VtcE">lydia paek & victor kim's cover...</a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">she's so ..cool. hahaha I'm so jealous of all the things she's capable of doing..</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/gabebondoc?blend=1&ob=4">gabe bondoc</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.another beautiful piece of creation.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrXWeJ35azI&feature=PlayList&p=C5C8592B59BE0A70&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=45">iu & 나윤권's 첫사랑이죠</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">---</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">okay, enough </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">music </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">talk.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ritter is nasty. I know there are many many more like him.. if not than worse than him.. and he is stuck with the publicity due to his position and relation to the UN...same goes for Woods... these acts are nothing new... but it doesn't change the fact that they're wrong.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I mean seriously, how're you going to be doing crap like that when you have 2 daughters of your own.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >disgusting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">there was also a report on the high number of prostitutes.. and people protesting..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">why?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">unless they're forced and sold off into it, it's their decision.. no?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">If they really feel that the need for money is that great.. than why not allow it?</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I don't know.. maybe I'm being a tad bit morbid & insensitive.. but it's how I feel on those kinds of things..</span> it's your decision.. it's your life.. face the consequences.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262442556933952141.post-90847198993344212312010-01-12T09:10:00.000-05:002010-01-12T09:25:52.166-05:00caramel macchiato .<span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tuesday morning.</span></span><br />woke up a bit late, but still got ready and left and got on marta on time :)<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I'm awesome.</span><br /><br />with 14 minutes to spare until my next class, I sit in the rec center to write in the blog that no one reads. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">First class: American Lit.</span></span><br /><br />Professor is another <span style="font-weight: bold;">hippie </span>woman (surprise...)<br />She has glasses, and had <span style="font-style: italic;">braided pigtails.</span><br />I don't mention these to prove her hippie-ness<br />...only mentioned to further show her .....eccentric self.<br /><br />She said she loved.. <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">cylons? cyborgs? battlestar galactica? dollhouse? patrick henry</span></span>...<br />goes and dresses for dragoncon...and talked about other such sci-fi... "<span style="font-weight: bold;">geektastic</span>" things that I know no such thing about...<br />interestingly enough, it seems like I was the only person in that class to not know what she was talking about.<br />in short, the class is full of <span style="font-weight: bold;">losers</span>. fantastic.<br />I don't know if I'm extremely uneducated and ignorant to "american culture (if you will), or if these people are on a whole different level of idiocity than what I've already been exposed to...<br />either way.. I've come this farhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif without knowing that....stuff.<br />but then again,, I haven't come very far in life.. and the distance that I have traveled... I've made a good number of mistakes...sooooo I don't know.. I suppose which one I am, is up for grabs...<br /><br />She also said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"me and my friend."<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br />nice english skills, sci fi dork.<br /><br />Her personality seems relatively chill as long as you don't test her..fair enough...<br />it seems as if she's been bullied around and had her authorities questioned a lot as a child..I'm not surprised.<br /><br />She also used, "<span style="font-weight: bold;">fair enough</span>" as if it were the only two words within her vocabulary...<br /><br />whatever..<br />the day is still young, and it is now time for busa!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">ciaobellas.</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><3</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06851920050706425056noreply@blogger.com0