<?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-7675040475645541359</id><updated>2011-11-06T19:27:39.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...and this little piggy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5740334042828605031</id><published>2010-05-23T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:04:29.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've moved :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;we've moved!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1657903389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1657903389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1657903389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1657903389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1657903389"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preciouspetpastries.com/lilpiggy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;click here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5740334042828605031?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5740334042828605031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5740334042828605031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5740334042828605031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5740334042828605031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve moved :)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6812814590125321612</id><published>2010-05-16T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:06:45.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{I never thought I'd see the day..}</title><content type='html'>D and I have been together for 6 years (holy crap!) and in that amount of time I have witnessed him doing many things. None of which surprised me too much (after past boyfriends he would have had to be really creative to shock me), but today, at 2pm, he accomplished shocking the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at the birthday cookout (because it wasn't actually a party) he informed me that he would be getting baptized today. Yes ladies and gentlemen of the blog-o-sphere I said &lt;i&gt;baptized&lt;/i&gt;. Why does this shock me? Because for the 6yrs I have known him he has been very vocal about his opinions on church. He didn't want to go, he didn't like the set up, and he didn't need someone preaching at him about how to live his life. Which are basically my views also to tell you the truth. But as of a few months ago, he has been going to a &lt;a href="http://nafdayspring.org/"&gt;Native American church&lt;/a&gt;. They focus on NA traditions and such. He has always been in to that type of thing (and has NA on both sides of his family). Anyway- today he baptized and joined the church officially. I can't believe it. Now, I'm not a religious person folks (big surprise there), but I am very proud of him for making such a huge commitment. After 6yrs of listening to him tell me how most religions are not worth his time, he is joining a church. A real one lol. Anyway- you know I got pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_Ch5daF6tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EAdVxMRXsFI/s1600/102_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_Ch5daF6tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EAdVxMRXsFI/s320/102_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right before they started.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CioEN8TiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rboYp1dTFxk/s1600/102_1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CioEN8TiI/AAAAAAAAAkU/rboYp1dTFxk/s320/102_1759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The living spring just behind the church. Amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CjModccOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/egb8nhRmWW8/s1600/102_1762.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CjModccOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/egb8nhRmWW8/s320/102_1762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He should have dunked him ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CkLjOqP2I/AAAAAAAAAks/gklEKTDmqYw/s1600/102_1777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_CkLjOqP2I/AAAAAAAAAks/gklEKTDmqYw/s320/102_1777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Officially a member of the church. He's pretty happy about it :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So there we have it folks. I'm officially dating a church goer. Who'd have thought right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6812814590125321612?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6812814590125321612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6812814590125321612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6812814590125321612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6812814590125321612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-never-though-id-see-day.html' title='{I never thought I&apos;d see the day..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S_Ch5daF6tI/AAAAAAAAAkM/EAdVxMRXsFI/s72-c/102_1757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5972132310933880323</id><published>2010-05-15T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:19:26.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Git R Doooone!}</title><content type='html'>Raise your hand if you attended a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPXyEU5a94c"&gt;Larry The Cable Guy&lt;/a&gt; show last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slowly raises hand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks! Who's jealous? Don't look at me that way, you know you're &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; with envy! How did I score tickets to see such an awesome comedian? Welp, here's the deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just coming out of the theaters after seeing Iron Man 2 (awesome!) and I checked my phone. I notice I have 4 missed calls and 2 text messages. I thought something was going on with Bug or G (they were with my grandparents) so I hurried up and called my mother (my 4 missed calls). Turns out that, nothing was wrong with my boys (thank goodness), but my step-father had gotten several tickets to the show and wanted to know if I wanted to go! Ahhh! I was so excited I could have peed right then and there in the lobby of the theater. The show was 8pm, it was 5 minutes to 7. We hauled ass to my mothers house to pick up the tickets and thanked my step-dad profusely for getting the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a year or 2 ago when I had wanted to purchase tickets for Larry the Cable Guy they were $200 for the &lt;i&gt;cheap seats&lt;/i&gt;. No way was that gonna happen lol. I figured I'd just have to wait until he wasn't as popular and came into town. I knew it would happen sooner or later lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway- we had great seats in the upper bowl. It wasn't the nose bleed seats but we were pretty high up. We also had a great view of the stage. A local comedian came on first, he was pretty funny. I laughed quite a bit. Then &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5ZkdHImCuQ"&gt;Bill Invall&lt;/a&gt; came on. Now, I think he's really funny. I do. But the dude recycles his jokes. We (D and I) had both heard all of them several times. Ask me if they were still funny...yup, they were *haha*. He did have some of them that we hadn't heard though too. So it wasn't horrible or even bad, just not surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Now, when Larry came on-- that was a different story! The first thing out of his mouth was GIT R DOOOONE!! He was way too funny! I laughed so hard if I wouldn't have gone pee before we sat down, I'd have soaked my jeans LOL. It was &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK bloggies you can be super jealous of me for the rest of the day now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more updates, I also had a birthday party today for the drama queen and D. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5972132310933880323?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5972132310933880323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5972132310933880323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5972132310933880323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5972132310933880323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/git-r-doooone.html' title='{Git R Doooone!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2630151501871939733</id><published>2010-05-09T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:38:42.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Happy Mothers Day!}</title><content type='html'>I hope all my awesome readers (all 14 of you lol) had an awesome Mothers Day! I certainly hope that even if you didn't, he made up for it by giving you an awesome foot rub and buying fattening food :). Because that's what D did. I got up this morning to him and the drama queen getting ready for church. I don't normally go but I thought I would today since if I didn't I would be stuck at home. So I get all ready to go and sit down to put my shoes on before waking up Bug and he says, "Is today mothers day or is it next week?" I couldn't believe my ears. I said, "um..it's today." and he says, "Oh." Another five minutes goes by and he says, "I'm sorry I didn't get you anything, you took my last $50 yesterday." (He gave me the $50 and I spent it on things we needed for the house and trip to McDonalds) I said, "So you don't have any money for gas for the van?" He shook his head no. I was immediately pissed off. I took my shoes off and told him there was no point in me getting ready to go then because there's not enough gas in the van to even GET to the church. He offered to put the car seat in his car but by then I was pissed and didn't even want to look at him. So when he said he would just stay home with me I told him to go. I knew he didn't want to stay home with me. He wanted to go to church and play with his friends and if he staid home with me he would just be annoying me with the stupid effing x-box all day. So I did a load of laundry and the dishes and proceeded to go about my business. He left me home with Bug. Do you moms know how hurt I was that he didn't even tell me "happy mothers day"? I carried his kid for 37wks. (give or take a week) and he couldn't even be bothered to say, "happy mothers day" or "thank you for giving our son life". He didn't get me a card from the kids, NOTHING. So I sat there all afternoon (because he leaves for church at 10:30..they don't start until around noon) with the baby...super effing fun.&lt;br /&gt;The kicker though is that he tried to tell me we didn't have the money this week because he had to pay rent. Awful funny how I'm the one who took the rent check up to the office LAST week. And his friend sold him a mower for exactly what our rent is! *Gasp* He clearly thinks I'm stupid. Otherwise he wouldn't try to blow smoke up my ass like that. So yeah..I'm miffed. Still.&lt;br /&gt;He did, however, make up for it (somewhat) by buying me a card, foot massager, and Hardees. Had he just not bought the effing mower (that we didn't need because ours works perfectly well and does a great job on our small yard) then we would have had PLENTY of money. GAH!!&lt;br /&gt;OK- I guess I'll stop bitching now. I'm sorry bloggies. I can't help myself. I'm just so tired of feeling under-appreciated around here. It's like, I don't make any money so my opinion and feelings don't matter. So guess what? He doesn't change diapers or do laundry so fathers day he can kiss my butt. I'm not fussing over him on his day if he's not going to give to piles of pig crap about me on mine.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is on Thursday. I'm going to be 27. Can you believe it bloggies? 27!! Where did the time go?? I'm just 3 years from turning the dreaded 3-0. Shhh...no one mention that number again. I may just turn 29 and let that be it. LOL Don't act like some of you don't do the same thing o_O.&lt;br /&gt;OK- I guess that's enough for today :). I hope everyone had a GREAT mothers day!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2630151501871939733?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2630151501871939733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2630151501871939733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2630151501871939733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2630151501871939733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='{Happy Mothers Day!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7744156349106744145</id><published>2010-04-24T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:23:23.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Good news for us!!}</title><content type='html'>Before I even start this post I have to direct your attention to my treat site (yes, I'm plugging once again!). I'm currently doing a giveaway (my very first) and I'd love to get everyone involved! So if you have a dog or know someone who has a dog that would love to get 3 free biscuits head on over and see what it's all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt; news the other day! D came home from work and informed me that not only did the big bosses (not the really big ones, but the important people lol) at CAT recognize that he is the only one who knows what's going on in his department but because of this, they gave him a promotion! He is now a supervisor! Woohoo! And with this comes perks ladies (and gentlemen should there be any). He gets a $1 more an hour (which doesn't &lt;i&gt;sound&lt;/i&gt; like a lot, but it is) and he gets dibs on the good over time! So not only will we be able to &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; pay all our bills in just a couple checks but we can get off &lt;a href="http://www.dhs.state.il.us/page.aspx?item=30371"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;. If you have ever been on gov. assistance you know how good it feels to finally be able to get off of it. It's like a huge weight has been lifted and we can breathe again. It's awesome! Oh but the good news doesn't end there kids! Wait for it...D said I should start looking for..wait for it...(enough waiting?) a &lt;b&gt;house&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;to buy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!! We want to do contract for deed, you started this whole deal a year or 2 ago but never found anything we could afford that was worth the money in this area. It appears though (from looking online) that a lot of people are moving out of the area we want. If we're lucky we can find something good. I'll even take a fixer upper, in fact, I would sort of like one. I like the idea of making my house the way &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; want it instead of how someone else liked it. I'm a control freak like that lol.&lt;br /&gt;Some not so fabulous news I got the same day D came home with his, G's SD is going for visitation after 6yrs of not seeing or contacting him. Lovely. I'll have more info as the BS progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7744156349106744145?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7744156349106744145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7744156349106744145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7744156349106744145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7744156349106744145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-news-for-us.html' title='{Good news for us!!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4807158621162524884</id><published>2010-04-14T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:26:45.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{That's gonna leave a Mark!}</title><content type='html'>I swear Bug has got to be the most accident prone kid I have ever met. If it's possible for him to get hurt doing something, he will. Two days ago we were walking in the house and I was holding the door open. Of course he dragging his feet, he's 2, I have to dangle candy in front of him to get him to move at a decent pace lol. Anyway- we have 3 steps leading to our porch, he was on the second step, he went falling backwards, hit his little noggin' on the ground. It left a scrape and I'm sure it hurt quite a bit but there was not blood so I didn't think too much of it. He got kisses and hugs and wanted to cuddle for a little while, 10min. later he was telling me, "Side" wanting to go back out with the olders. So I let him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today while he was running around like a wild man after his brother (G) outside he fell down :(. He came running to me with G in toe to tell me what happened. Basically he fell and got some booby and a nap out of the situation. All was fine after his nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until of course tonight when G spilled a glass of tea on the kitchen floor. Of &lt;i&gt;course&lt;/i&gt; Bug took the opportunity to run across the linolium, wet, floor and fell, smacking his head on the floor. Poor baby :(. He got kisses and hugs and some tylenol for any headache that might come later. He's fine ;). He's up in his bed watching Kai-Lan right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand how someone so small can get hurt so many times in a week. I guess he doesn't have that, "I better be careful cause if I fall this is gonna hurt" voice yet. Hopefully he gets that soon lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4807158621162524884?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4807158621162524884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4807158621162524884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4807158621162524884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4807158621162524884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-gonna-leave-mark.html' title='{That&apos;s gonna leave a Mark!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-9150133150309617330</id><published>2010-04-10T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:57:12.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Well it's about time!}</title><content type='html'>Three months ago my father-in-law (OK, so he's not my father-in-law because his son is not my husband but whatever) got me my very own domain name for my dog treat business. I wasn't having any luck selling my treats, I thought having an actual website with an actual store would help me a lot more than peddling my wares on etsy (which &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; one of my favorite sites ever!). I couldn't afford a domain, but FIL found &lt;a href="http://www.dreamhost.com/"&gt;dreamhost&lt;/a&gt; and set me up. I was so friggin' excited I could have peed my pants right there while I was setting it up! I couldn't wait to get started designing it (besides treats that is my 2nd favorite thing to do in my spare time), I couldn't wait to show it off. To prove to &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; that said it's a stupid idea that I could do this, I could do something I love and something I'm so horribly passionate about and make money. But there were problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first arose when I realized that I had no clue how to build a website from the base codes up. I didn't know how to put one together on my own. I had always just gotten a code from somewhere like &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt; and stripped it down and made it the way I wanted it. But setting the whole thing up on my own? Intimidating much?! I, of course, couldn't find a free website design that I liked either. So that made it even harder. I tried my hardest to figure out what I was doing but nothing I did was up to my standards. I'll admit it freely, I'm anal about my websites. Horribly anal. I want them to be as close to my vision as possible. And usually, I accomplish this. I gave up for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided that because FIL had also set me up with &lt;a href="http://www.zencart.com/"&gt;zencart&lt;/a&gt; I would just use the store as my actual site. Well that worked out &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; well, I have no idea how to code CSS which is what zencart layouts are coded with. I learned pretty fast but zencart is so messed up and annoying that I just gave up after a while with that too. Dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got this bright idea, set up a wordpress account! Now that I had my own domain I could host it myself and not have to worry about it. I'd always wanted a wordpress blog..ever since I started one. And there are all of these amazing themes for it, and plugins...oooh the plugins! I of course screwed it up a million times though and probably made my FIL crazy with all the e-mails he would get from wordpress saying I'd installed it after screwing it up and having to delete it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about two weeks for me to find a theme I liked and work it to be my own. I set up a store within wordpress and I am sooo happy that it's still a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is bloggies, the debut of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.preciouspetpastries.com/"&gt;PRECIOUS PET PASTRIES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Expect big things in the coming months, I have so much in store! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, there's really nothing to report on lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-9150133150309617330?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9150133150309617330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=9150133150309617330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9150133150309617330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9150133150309617330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-its-about-time.html' title='{Well it&apos;s about time!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3066283159085193276</id><published>2010-04-06T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:49:18.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{I'm sweatin' like a whore in church!}</title><content type='html'>It's only 80* and I'm already complaining. I'm screwed this summer. I bet it's ungodly hot. *ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter went well around here. The kids got a little bit, not much after the fiasco at Christmas. We headed to D's grandmothers for some yummy food (I swear the woman could make liver and onions taste like steak). She had baskets for the kids. So they sort of made out like bandits. We staid there for a couple hours and let the kids jump on the trampoline (*jealous* I want one!) and trample the grass in the back yard ^_^. We got home around 3pm (so not too late of a day) and just hung out forever. I'd filled eggs but &lt;strike&gt;I was way too lazy to hide them this year&lt;/strike&gt; we just never got around to hiding them. No big deal, Bug graciously took one for the team and ate most of the candy inside them o_O. I'm kind of glad it's over. Here are some loverly pictures for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Decorating eggs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5CDFcZFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/tNDap1fb3R8/s1600/104_1465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5CDFcZFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/tNDap1fb3R8/s320/104_1465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bug eating said eggs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5T8WWCYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tRPrJOFyDM0/s1600/104_1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5T8WWCYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tRPrJOFyDM0/s320/104_1483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The finished product&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5q4I3D7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8Q5zpKgdtQo/s1600/104_1487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5q4I3D7I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/8Q5zpKgdtQo/s320/104_1487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trampoline fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u6O6FbQEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C8kb0aUUmRE/s1600/104_1519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u6O6FbQEI/AAAAAAAAAjY/C8kb0aUUmRE/s320/104_1519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's all I got for ya'll. Enjoy the pictures I'll be back with you at some point :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3066283159085193276?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3066283159085193276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3066283159085193276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3066283159085193276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3066283159085193276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-sweatin-like-whore-in-church.html' title='{I&apos;m sweatin&apos; like a whore in church!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S7u5CDFcZFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/tNDap1fb3R8/s72-c/104_1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4485391107092328520</id><published>2010-04-02T05:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:09:34.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Blogger Fail}</title><content type='html'>I have been slacking so bad with doing this blog that it makes me want to cry a little bit...not really. But since I'm up at 5am anyway, for unknown reason, I thought I'd go ahead and blog a little bit :). You know you missed my ramblings ^_^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been kid free since Wed. I don't know what to do with myself without kids. I don't know if that's because I love them so much or if I realize just how little life I have without them. G and Bug are both with my grandparents &amp;amp; Drama Queen is with her grandparents. I don't think I like being without kids, as much as I &lt;b&gt;needed&lt;/b&gt; this break from them, the house is oddly quiet without them here..and I don't enjoy it. There's no one kicking me in the ribs or stealing my covers (Bug), and there's no one sneaking out of a bedroom to snack in the middle of the night &lt;strike&gt;besides myself&lt;/strike&gt; thinking that I don't know about it (Drama Queen). *Sigh* I'm kinda looking forward to going to get them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to finish Easter shopping tomorrow. I am such a slacker this year. Usually I have everything done way in advance because I don't like last minute shopping around a holiday. But not this year. *blah* I did manage to get a few things (minus the candy) the other day though. G is the hardest to shop for so far all he has a Styrofoam airplane you assemble yourself &amp;amp; a checkers game (the kid loves it). All he ever wants is guns and crap like that and I told him he's not getting &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; more guns, I am so tired of finding them broken and all over my house. Then again, I might get all the kids some little water guns or something. *sigh* I don't know. Drama Queen wasn't too hard to shop for- 2 pairs of Princess socks, 1 Mickey Easter water color set, Princess lip-gloss, &amp;amp; a Tinkerbell activity book &lt;strike&gt;that was supposed to go in her stocking but got forgotten under my bed&lt;/strike&gt;. Bug is getting- a plastic shovel &amp;amp; rake, finger paints &amp;amp; paper, &amp;amp; Cars socks. T has nothing so far, I'm letting D go get him stuff because I can never pick stuff that he likes (and he'll let you know he doesn't like it &amp;amp; that pisses me off). So I guess really candy is the only thing that I need to buy besides a few more things for G. Shouldn't take too long I guess, just need to make sure D leaves me money lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're talking about D (as I often am) we had a date night tonight ^_^. I was starting to kind of wonder if it was going to happen since he had plans to go fishing all weekend. But today when he came home from work he asked me (and T because he was here too) if I wanted to go fishing with him. He &lt;b&gt;rarely &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;as in never&lt;/strike&gt; takes me fishing with him anymore. We met up with his friend at the Pekin park and fished there for about 2hrs I think (around there). I caught a cat fish O_O!! It was just a baby, we threw it back. After fishing (T's grandmother picked him up from the park) D and I went to see Alice in Wonderland (didn't suck..would have been better in 3D) and then to my &lt;i&gt;favorite&lt;/i&gt; place to eat Schooners. The have the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; hot wings on earth! No joke!! I won't even eat wings from somewhere else. Then we came home after that (a pound of wings in hand). I love date nights :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's pretty much it. My treat site is coming along, as soon as I get the plugins working for the store then I'll post a link. I can't wait for everyone to see it. I'm working super hard on it. And I finally figured out how to work wordpress..the forums helped quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I better get off here and see about getting back to sleep..I don't think it's gonna happen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4485391107092328520?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4485391107092328520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4485391107092328520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4485391107092328520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4485391107092328520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/04/blogger-fail.html' title='{Blogger Fail}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3017081768978846562</id><published>2010-03-29T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:27:27.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just Because..}</title><content type='html'>Basically I have nothing to say tonight. I'm just writing to let you all know I'm still alive. I may actually close this blog once my other is up and running from wordpress, but I'm having trouble with wordpress because I'm css stupid. Blah. Eventually I'll have it up and running and all will be fabulous :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug is driving me absolutely nuts these days. I think perhaps it has something to do with his age...I choose to believe he is too much like his father. They are both a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK- that's pretty much it lol. Like I said, nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3017081768978846562?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3017081768978846562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3017081768978846562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3017081768978846562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3017081768978846562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-because.html' title='{Just Because..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6268599813195440287</id><published>2010-03-04T17:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:17:50.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Time for a change!}</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever since I changed my blog layout. Remember when I did it every month? lol Yeah, clearly I've either gotten a life or gotten lazy...I'd bet on lazy if I were you o_o. So I guess I'll shop around for some new kits and see about making a new layout. Perhaps I'll attempt something new instead of just the same old layout with a different design lol. Who knows? I might be too &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt; busy to do that much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My treat site is taking &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;. D's dad was supposed to help me out with it because I don't know how to do that zencart thing that he swears by, but he hasn't been over to do it. Their store also fell apart and they have to move locations because of the &lt;strike&gt;douche bag&lt;/strike&gt; guy that they were sharing the building with. Who knows when it'll be up. It'd be nice if he could just explain to me how to use it so that I could just do it myself, but no one does anything the &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt; way these days. We'll have to renew the damn domain before I actually launch it. *sigh* So yeah, that's what's going on with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got a call from my dad on Monday afternoon. He said, "I'm in the hospital." I almost lost it. My father and I have never had a good relationship. He's a drunk and a drug addict and that's just how he has always been..always...as in my entire life. But that doesn't mean I don't love him, it just doesn't come quite as easy as loving say..my grandfather (whom raised me). Anyway- he calls and says he's in the hospital, he has &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/heart-failure/heart-failure-overview"&gt;congestive heart failure&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't want to cry on the phone, so I sucked it up (as he would tell me to do) and just asked the important questions, "When did you go in?" - Sunday. "Are you going to be OK?"- They have to run tests. My sister and I went to visit him on Wednesday and got more news. Not only was his heart going bad, but because it wasn't pumping enough blood to the rest of his body, his kidneys were shutting down. *Sigh* I almost started crying right in the hospital. But once again, I sucked it up. We sat there for a while and learned that not only does he have the heart problems, they can't really do many tests because he also has pneumonia! So his lungs are full of liquid and he can't lay all the way down. *Sigh* So there you have it. Until the pneumonia goes away, we know nothing. He also has diabetes, he has been border line for years, but now he has to take insulin and such. I hope that they can get this figured out soon, I &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; want any other kind of call; unless it's one saying he has been released with a clean bill of health (which won't happen). So yeah. I'm not one for praying, I never have been, but if you could all send positive vibes his way..and maybe add him to your prayer list, I would be eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is still having trouble at school. He is on Concerta for his ADHD but his teacher says he's not doing anything different, but after school he is much more focused. *Sigh* I really think that they don't know what they're talking about. He needs the special help, he's a shy kid, I really think some of the teachers these days just don't want to teach. They want the kid to pick it up quick and if they don't, they're a problem child. And they are so quick to say, "He should be held back" Well, sorry bitches but it's not going to happen. The &lt;i&gt;last&lt;/i&gt; thing he needs to feel stupid because he has to stay in 1st grade when his friends are moving to 2nd. So it's just not going to happen, if that's their only solution then we'll just home school him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically whats been going on around here. What's going on with you? ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6268599813195440287?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6268599813195440287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6268599813195440287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6268599813195440287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6268599813195440287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-change.html' title='{Time for a change!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3435605231351911774</id><published>2010-02-24T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:55:50.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{So Glad to be home!}</title><content type='html'>We got home on Sunday, but I'm still so glad to be able to walk around my house in my pajamas all day that I may never leave again. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip started off pretty good as far as road trips go. The Drama Queen and G sat in the back and watched movies (thank heaven for a portable DVD player) and Bug slept. It was peaceful with no "Are we there yet"'s or "He's touching me"'s. It was a pleasant hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa57.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa109.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we pulled up to the hotel everyone got pretty excited. We had been told that this place was huge and that there was a ton of stuff for kids to do. So we headed up to our room, which left a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; to be desired! There were 2 full size beds (supposed to be queens), a tv, and a bathroom (along with a table and a closet). It was just...tiny. The rooms at the hotel I cleaned were so much bigger, especially in rooms with more than 1 bed. There was also a fridge in every room, not in this room though. We could have used a fridge for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But it was clean, which is more than a lot of hotels have going for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa110.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we were informed before we set out on this trip we were told that the hotel would have a bunch of stuff for kids to do and it was just awesome and there was more to do than just gamble. *Sigh* So wrong! There was a pool but other than that, there was nothing to do for the kids &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;. So guess what the kids spent a ton of time doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa34.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa35.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa8.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/Iowa9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday D and I decided to take Bug and explore Bettendorf. We went 10mi. in both directions, we found nothing but houses, bars, and businesses. We were pretty annoyed so we headed back to the hotel. Upon arriving we asked a woman who works at the hotel where we could go that's kid friendly. She informed us that there was a childrens museum and the Putnam museum. We went down to the pool and asked the kids if they wanted to go. The only one who said yes was G. So we took him and Bug. It was freakin' awesome! So awesome that I can't even post all the pictures I took! So here they are in my facebook album :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=170689&amp;amp;id=1044874991"&gt;The childrens museum&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=170689&amp;amp;id=1044874991#%21/album.php?aid=170690&amp;amp;id=1044874991"&gt;Putnam museum&lt;/a&gt;...pretty cool huh? Both kids had a ball at the childrens museum and G absolutely loved the Putnam museum! It was a great day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday we came home, and I was so friggin' happy to be in my own house again! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3435605231351911774?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3435605231351911774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3435605231351911774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3435605231351911774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3435605231351911774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-glad-to-be-home.html' title='{So Glad to be home!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Other/th_Iowa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1867568886176867430</id><published>2010-02-15T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T10:58:34.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Happy Valentines Day!}</title><content type='html'>I have been shopping so much lately. As much as I absolutely love to spend D's money (hehe) I have about had it with the mall. I've been there about 6 times in the last 2 weeks. Crazy right? I haven't been there more than 2 times in the last 2yrs before this. I've also gone to Gordmans, I love that store! I went on Friday with my mother, sister, and her SIL. Then I went back on Saturday because I saw a 13pc glass cookware set for $20! I also ended up getting a swim suit. I look like a friggin' polka dot whale but damn it I got 1 and that's all D said I needed to do. Anyway- on to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I borrowed Law Abiding Citizen from my step-dad and then we watched Time Travelers Wife. Law Abiding Citizen was really, intense, within the first 5 minutes. It made me cry a little bit when those people broke into Gerard Butlers house and killed (and raped) not only his wife but his daughter..his 6yr old daughter. I can't handle movies like that. But when he started killing people (Gerard Butler), I smiled. The Time Travelers Wife was good too. It was really sad though. I enjoyed it. I really loved how it was just fate that she knew she would be with this man forever, even when she met him in his future, he didn't know. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday (Valentines Day) D and I got up around 9am and ended up going to Bob Evans for breakfast, but since it was Sunday and packed full of old people and their walkers/canes we decided Steak 'n Shake was a better idea. Boy were we wrong! As we walked in we saw a waitress leaving for a smoke break. We sat there for maybe 10min. before someone even came over to talk to us and take our drink orders, turns out it was the waitress that was outside on her smoke break. We sat there for another 10min. before she came back to take our order. We got in there before 11am and didn't get our food until almost 45min. later. Where was our waitress? Smoking. What did we do about this? The waiter that actually brought us our food, got a $20 tip, our waitress, $0. We also informed her manager. I hope she got in huge trouble. That is just effing ridiculous, she spent more time informing us that she went on break and left her tables to someone else, than she did actually waiting on our table. Ridiculous. She had no business going on break at all with that people tables waiting for the their food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the movies and even though I didn't want to, we sat Avatar. To my surprise, it didn't suck. I thought for sure it would be a craptastic sci-fi flick. It was actually pretty good though. I loved the love story in it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I got my new glasses too! I love them! I shall post pictures sometime soon. I love having contacts but I also love having glasses. It makes things a ton easier. My contacts are actually in too, I just have to go pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be able to see on our trip to Iowa this coming weekend. Later people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1867568886176867430?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1867568886176867430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1867568886176867430&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1867568886176867430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1867568886176867430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='{Happy Valentines Day!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6061409490103866436</id><published>2010-02-07T19:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:29:37.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{It's good to be a girl sometimes...}</title><content type='html'>Did you hear that? Wait. Listen. Hear it? That my friends is the sound of 2 adults, parents actually, letting out a joint sigh of relief to find that their long awaited (so, a couple weeks but really, that's a long time to wait for money lol) income tax check had &lt;i&gt;finally &lt;/i&gt;been deposited onto their account. Whoops and Hollers were heard through out the house as I read D's answer to my text "So are we rich yet" on Friday at 11am. I'd waited that long to text him only because I didn't want to bother him and have him in a bad mood if it hadn't come through yet. So to receive a text seconds later that simply read "we'll def. be going shopping tonight" sent me into a fit of glee! I was so excited to have a little money in the bank! The minute D got off work he went to pay a few bills that needed to be taken care of. He paid off our Cilco bill (which they'd put us on a payment plan for), the phone bill, Direct TV, and Aarons (my laptop &amp;amp; camera). Our goal was basically to pay off all the little bills, and preferably not acquire any more. Then we went shopping. Ooooh how I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to shop! Friday I just bought a long brown sweater (so warm). Saturday I went shopping with my mother and step-sister in the morning, bought nothing (we'll get to that soon), but then went &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt; to the mall after picking up my sister and she helped me pick out some cute things. Don't act like you don't wanna see them either! Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29jW8U0EXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/xLVMs9BQ6RA/s1600-h/100_1128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29jW8U0EXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/xLVMs9BQ6RA/s320/100_1128.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29jiEP0QvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XFnHKNcqFno/s1600-h/100_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29jiEP0QvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/XFnHKNcqFno/s320/100_1129.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29j147aVnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-32UcYj8kFg/s1600-h/100_1131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29j147aVnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-32UcYj8kFg/s320/100_1131.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29kCtm-l3I/AAAAAAAAAic/x7c_E4YEILA/s1600-h/100_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29kCtm-l3I/AAAAAAAAAic/x7c_E4YEILA/s320/100_1132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29kW8xGGuI/AAAAAAAAAik/lj3vDEVOh70/s1600-h/100_1133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29kW8xGGuI/AAAAAAAAAik/lj3vDEVOh70/s320/100_1133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29k0EGJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAis/xsVWyjSg40I/s1600-h/100_1134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29k0EGJJ3I/AAAAAAAAAis/xsVWyjSg40I/s320/100_1134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also got the brown sweater and a pair of dark colored jeans that are in the washer right now lol. I also bought myself some white wife beaters (so D can have his back haha) and more unmentionables. :) I'm just so effing happy to have a little money to spend right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, listen to this one, D wants to go to Iowa with his grandmother and all 4 kids the weekend after V-Day. His grandma got a free room up there because she frequents the casino. It's going to be a good time! I'm kind of excited about it. Someone needs to explain to men though that swimsuit shopping is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; something a woman who is trying to lose weight, &lt;i&gt;enjoys&lt;/i&gt; doing. Bastard men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also got this today.. I shall let you speculate as to what it is and why I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Kristin%20Michelle/104_1123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Kristin%20Michelle/104_1123.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6061409490103866436?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6061409490103866436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6061409490103866436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6061409490103866436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6061409490103866436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-good-to-be-girl-sometimes.html' title='{It&apos;s good to be a girl sometimes...}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S29jW8U0EXI/AAAAAAAAAiE/xLVMs9BQ6RA/s72-c/100_1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1227348696564683179</id><published>2010-01-30T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:16:45.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Toddlers without their siblings}</title><content type='html'>I will never again scold the drama queen and G for wanting to play without Bug for a while. He is a serious pain in the ass today. The kids hasn't &lt;strike&gt;pulled his out of my ass&lt;/strike&gt; entertained himself all day. Now I know he's only 2yrs old and I'm supposed to entertain him a little, but he has always been able to go off in the toy room and play by himself for a while, since he was like a year old he has been doing this. I guess I took it for granted. Never again will I scold the Drama Queen and G for wanting to play without him sometimes. I was attempting to take pictures of the dogs (hoping to get one good enough to use as my header for my new treat site) and the entire time he was getting in the shots, putting things on the chair, and being an around pain. I got like 3 good shots of the dogs because if he wasn't up in their faces, D was. *Sigh* It drove me absolutely crazy!! I'll be glad when he's older so he wants nothing to do with me some of the time, instead of needing camp out at my feet 24 hours a day. *Ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of G he was put on meds for his ADHD and has only been on them a few days. It's going to take a little while for his body to adjust to them and start working. Well, my grandmother (who takes him a lot of the weekends) called me today saying, "I don't think those pills are working do you?" I replied with I don't know. They have to have time to kick in. She wants him off of them, I know she does. Then she texts me and says, "I can deffinately tell a difference on that medicine." Um..OK I thought you couldn't? I asked how she could tell a difference and she said he was "talkative" and "spacey" lol. My kid is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; talkative and spacey *haha*. So yeah. So once again I told her that it's going to take a while before we see much of an improvement, if there's even going to be one on this dosage. He might need it upped. We won't know. I e-mailed his teacher though and asked her to watch for changes too. I have every confidence that we are going to get this under control and get this kid straightened out. It kind of annoys me that she thinks she knows better than I do. I'm his mother. Deal with it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D brought up a good idea, since neither of our kids seem to want to listen and give us fits about &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;, we should have a little competition between the 2 of them. Who can keep their room cleanest, who can do their homework without fighting us, who can get home from the bus stop without lingering (which both of them seem to do). I hope it helps. I'm so bothered by how they don't listen and how we have to fight with them ever-little-thing they do. *ugh* We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1227348696564683179?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1227348696564683179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1227348696564683179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1227348696564683179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1227348696564683179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/toddlers-without-their-siblings.html' title='{Toddlers without their siblings}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2624412953387771337</id><published>2010-01-27T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:13:21.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Movie Review}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S2DGhEVJ0nI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bjIGyCqwjFw/s1600-h/Whip+It+movie+poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S2DGhEVJ0nI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bjIGyCqwjFw/s320/Whip+It+movie+poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen this movie yet? I just watched it tonight and I loved it!! Ellen Page is by far one of the best actresses I've seen in a LONG time. I love her. But to add to it there is also Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon. I love Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon is &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;. It was a good movie as far as story line, the actors are amazing, and it was too funny. Drew was the funniest though, she plays "idiot stoner" extremely well lol. If you haven't seen it, you should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next is Surrogates with Bruce Willis, but you have to wait until tomorrow for that kids ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2624412953387771337?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2624412953387771337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2624412953387771337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2624412953387771337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2624412953387771337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/movie-review.html' title='{Movie Review}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S2DGhEVJ0nI/AAAAAAAAAhc/bjIGyCqwjFw/s72-c/Whip+It+movie+poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-678712213457093384</id><published>2010-01-26T16:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:41:45.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{ADHD, MMR, &amp; Steak 'N Shake}</title><content type='html'>Today was so exhausting, if only because I had to get dressed before noon and leave the house. I hate that. I swear I could stay in my pajamas for the rest of my life. No joke. They call to me every single second I'm not in them. Is that weird? Well screw you, I'm a SAHM with no where to go most of the time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I took G to the doctor this morning. I really wanted to get him back on his ADHD meds and hopefully get his grades under control. She put him on a new kind and we made an appointment to come back in a month to see how he's doing. I really really hope we can get this under control. He is so all over the place and can't focus on 1 single thing for too long. It makes me crazy and I know his teacher is probably going crazy too. I don't want him to struggle in school any more than he already has been, you know? At this age he should still be enjoying school, not hating it the way he does. While at the doctor they informed me that he had not gotten his MMR (Measles, Mumps, and Rubella) shot so I went ahead and had them do that. But being the &lt;strike&gt;horrible&lt;/strike&gt; cautious mommy that I am I also had them do the H1N1. Since he had already been diagnosed with it once, I didn't want to chance him getting it again and having it worse than before. So he got 2 shots, both of which he &lt;strike&gt;screamed at the tops of his lungs for them to stop it&lt;/strike&gt; took like a champ. My grandpa treated him to Steak 'N Shake afterwords..I assume all is forgiven. You know what though? Even at 7yrs old, watching my buddy get those 2 shots and hearing him cry out for me (mama no less!) had me (almost) in tears. I hate it. HATE. I can't say I hate too many things but shots are one of the things I HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I blogged about going to court for Child Support (which I have since deleted deciding that I didn't want to make that BS public). Well, SD and I talked the other day (text actually) and he apologized for being gone so long and that he just wants to be the man and father G needs. That is all fine and good. Lets see if he sticks to that. So far he has not made an effort to do much but text me that night. He asked for a picture of G via phone, I sent him 2. When he asked when he could see him, I told him a good time for us and he canceled on me claiming the baby (his other son) had a doctors appointment. He could have seen G had he tried. I dunno. I've still really got my guard up about this, but at the same time, I want G to know that I'm not the one that is holding his father back from him, his father is doing this himself. We shall see how this reunion goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S19uBrgDaGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lI6ICS9Tipo/s1600-h/500days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S19uBrgDaGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lI6ICS9Tipo/s400/500days.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, D rented 500 Days of Summer the other day. I couldn't get into it. I know if it was just all too predictable or if the fact that the lead female is so freakin' monotone. I just didn't like it. D said it was pretty good...he doesn't know what he's talking about though. X-Box 360 + Modern Warfare 2 have rotted his brain. See this movie at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-678712213457093384?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/678712213457093384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=678712213457093384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/678712213457093384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/678712213457093384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='{ADHD, MMR, &amp; Steak &apos;N Shake}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S19uBrgDaGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/lI6ICS9Tipo/s72-c/500days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5310645969966223516</id><published>2010-01-24T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:55:27.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday..just a lil late}</title><content type='html'>1. When was the last time you shaved your legs?&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing this morning at 8?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Telling Bug for the millionth time to lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet boys shirt and PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you mad at anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;No. A little hurt maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last two people to say they loved you?&lt;br /&gt;Bug and G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Kissed someone in the last 24 hrs?&lt;br /&gt;Just Bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you happy with your living arrangements?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing received in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;A cell phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any famous relatives?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever had sex in a public place?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever been searched by the cops?&lt;br /&gt;Not like ME personally, but I was on a date with a guy (I was 18) and the car got searched. Apparently he had a record I did not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty crazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many different drinks have you had today?&lt;br /&gt;Water, Tea, and 1 can of soda (be proud people!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What have you eaten today?&lt;br /&gt;2 bowls of salad, 2 bowls of cereal, 1 single serving bag of chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you any good at math?&lt;br /&gt;Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What did you do Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you draw your name in the sand when you go to the beach?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to the beach in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you taken for granted?&lt;br /&gt;Very much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight?&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 children. Of course I have been awake for 48hrs straight. Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you stay friends with your ex's?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do two nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are any of your great-grandparents still alive?&lt;br /&gt;No :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;The bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you remember the most naughty night of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you rather sleep with someone else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;Alone if they're blanket stealers and bed hogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the weather like on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Craptacular. Just like it is every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Would you make out with anyone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;I have on FB. Many many moons ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5310645969966223516?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5310645969966223516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5310645969966223516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5310645969966223516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5310645969966223516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/survey-saturdayjust-lil-late.html' title='{Survey Saturday..just a lil late}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5401934914410058360</id><published>2010-01-22T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:20:18.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{F Bomb Friday}</title><content type='html'>I would like to know why pens, markers, and crayons are so exciting for 2yr olds. Seriously. I mean, sure you can make pretty pictures with them and present them to your mommy or daddy, in which case you usually get a "Oh what a pretty picture" and "I love it!". But really, what's with the excitement over them? Bug is friggin' addicted to the damn things! He has written on the Drama Queens walls (with permanent marker no less), my kitchen cabinets, the TV in the toy room, hell the kid has even drawn on my fridge! But his absolute &lt;i&gt;favorite&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; thing to draw on? Himself. Of course right? Why wear clothes when you can draw them on yourself *ugh*. This morning however, was particularly annoying. I was sitting in the living room watching a little TV, relaxing, all that jazz, when I realized Bug was being quiet. This is rare. So rare that it caused me to jump up and see what kind of trouble he was getting himself into. I walked into the toy room to see him sitting on his little army chair (also writing on that), in his diaper, singing, and drawing himself a shirt *sigh*. What makes this annoying is that I searched high and low for pens yesterday to put them up and get them out of his reach. Where he found this nasty little lone pen is beyond me and it has since found itself in the garbage, as I believe it to be The Devils Pen. Stop laughing! At any rate, he is now clothed, still covered in pen. It's a good thing this kid is so damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;This picture was actually taken 2 days ago when I found him using my DS..with pen all over him. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S1oyZCYWYDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/l1uAeNXBEnQ/s1600-h/100_0993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S1oyZCYWYDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/l1uAeNXBEnQ/s320/100_0993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more F Bomb Friday stories? Check out Mimi over at &lt;a href="http://4livinginfrance.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living in France&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5401934914410058360?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5401934914410058360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5401934914410058360&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5401934914410058360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5401934914410058360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/f-bomb-friday.html' title='{F Bomb Friday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S1oyZCYWYDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/l1uAeNXBEnQ/s72-c/100_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1379497781979815194</id><published>2010-01-21T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:08:27.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Nothin' but the movies}</title><content type='html'>I have really been slacking in the blog department lately. There is just absolutely nothing going on in my day to day life that is worth talking about. No drama. No messes (other than Bug writing on himself..yet again). I'm living a boring life lately kids. *blah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did rent a movie last night for the kiddos though. Has anyone seen "&lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/up/"&gt;Up&lt;/a&gt;"? It's pretty cute. Both G and the drama queen liked it. Bug wasn't too impressed but I didn't figure he would be. It doesn't have puppets lol. It sort of made me want to cry a little bit, that rarely happens. If you haven't let your kid watch it yet, I recommend it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/watch-the-blind-side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.80millionmoviesfree.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/watch-the-blind-side.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I saw The Blind Side too! Oh my gosh! This movie is SO amazing! I didn't think it would be anything but fabulous though, I love Sandra Bullock. It had the tears going a few times. You should see if you haven't already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/precious_film_poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/precious_film_poster2.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most people have heard about this movie. I just saw it the other night. It was crazy. I couldn't believe how hard this girls life was. I have never experienced something so horrible. But what impressed me was how strong she is. How she was determined to make things better for her kids. It was just amazing. It was real. It was something that actually happens and isn't glamorized with some happy ending BS. I cried and laughed but mostly cried. I'm sure this movie isn't for everyone, but I had to post about it because it's just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK kids, I guess that's all I have to say right now ;). I'll post again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1379497781979815194?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1379497781979815194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1379497781979815194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1379497781979815194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1379497781979815194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/nothin-but-movies.html' title='{Nothin&apos; but the movies}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-208137780351332553</id><published>2010-01-15T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:19:15.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just A Bunch of Crap}</title><content type='html'>I seriously have nothing to blog about, but I didn't want to leave anyone hanging lol. So I thought I'd just blabber on and on and hope that someone cares ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone for 3 days over the (last) weekend. I was lost. I had no idea what to do without it. It's crazy how much you can really depend on something like that. We found it on Sunday though, behind the couch, under the curtains. Thanks Bug. But while it was lost D brought up that I probably have an upgrade coming up...we checked...I &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;! Apparently it comes up in March, so guess what Kristin has been busy doing? lol Yup, obsessing about phones! We all know my love for my &lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/phones/centro/"&gt;Centro&lt;/a&gt;. My first smartphone. It's one of the best purchases I've ever made. So, naturally I sort of want to stick to the palm company. Their &lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/phones/pre-family.html"&gt;Pre&lt;/a&gt; does nothing for me what so ever. I don't like the sliding phones so much, it's annoying. The &lt;a href="http://www.palm.com/us/products/phones/pixi-family.html"&gt;Pixi&lt;/a&gt; I enjoy a lot. It's got a 2mp camera, but no video..which I use but not a lot. I love the design, how big the window is which is the only complaint I have about the Centro. And lets not be silly, I also like the idea of having a phone called a Pixi lol. Is that dumb? Then we have the Blackberries. Everyone has them. My brother swears by them. So I found one I like, the &lt;a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/devices/blackberrycurve8500/"&gt;Curve&lt;/a&gt;. What do you guys think? Do you have any of those 3? What do you think of them? I use it for everything. E-mail, phone, calendar, facebook/myspace/twitter, pretty much everything. So if any of those phones suck for any of those things, let me know :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the kids report cards today. Drama Queen brought all her grades up, G is still failing English and Spelling which I find odd considering he's passing Phonics. I don't really get it. I called his ped. to ask if there was some different meds we could try. He was on Focalin last year but it really did nothing for him at all. He either needs something different or stronger. Something. Something &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; give. If I can't get him straightened out soon, he'll be down hill for the rest of his school career. I don't want that. I know how hard it is to go through school with problems and struggling. I don't want that for him. I want him to be OK in school at least, I def. want him to get better grades. Especially now. I guess we'll see what his doctor says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D, his dad, and his dads friends are starting up a business. I don't really get what they're going to sell. But is it weird that I don't really think it will last? I dunno, maybe it's just because our own business is not a guaranteed pay check every week. I don't want to worry about that. At CAT we're OK. We're struggling a little right now, but we're doing OK. I don't want to lose that kind of security I guess. Does that make me a bad girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-208137780351332553?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/208137780351332553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=208137780351332553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/208137780351332553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/208137780351332553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-bunch-of-crap.html' title='{Just A Bunch of Crap}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-9072505005637362300</id><published>2010-01-12T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:33:25.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{New Years Resolutions...just a lil late}</title><content type='html'>You know what? I don't usually New Years Resolutions. I don't ever stick to them. But this year, I'm really going to put forth some effort. I only have 2 resolutions though. Unlike some others who make tons lol. So here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Get in Shape- I weighed myself today ladies. I am officially the weight I was the day I delivered G. O_O Yeah. I weigh as much as I did 9 months pregnant. I am stressed about it a little. But I'm on the right track. D is going to start watching Bug in the afternoons so that I can go for a walk without bundling him up and everything. It's much easier to motivate myself to get out there and walk if I don't have to spend half an hour dressing Bug and getting him situated for a 20min. walk around the "hood". I also started my Teabo again. I know, I know. No one does that anymore. But it really works for me. I was getting tone and losing weight the last time I did it and I lost interest. Hopefully the "challenge" I'm participating in on my &lt;a href="http://www.mommysbreakroom.com/"&gt;mommy forum&lt;/a&gt; will help me a lot. I'm not super competitive, but I am super motivated after seeing that number on the scale this morning *shudders*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Dog Treats- I started trying to sell dog treats online months ago but hit a wall. There are just &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; many dog treats online and so many people just choose to make their own. But this year, I'm really committed to making this business work. I love baking my treats. I love knowing that a dog that eats one is 1 less dog getting the crappy kind at the store. I love it! I want to prove to &lt;strike&gt;my family&lt;/strike&gt; the haters that I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; make this work and I &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; make money at it! I just have to figure out how to market them...and where lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are my resolutions for the year. We'll see where I am by December, or hell we'll see where I am 3 months from now, right? lol Wish me luck ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-9072505005637362300?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9072505005637362300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=9072505005637362300&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9072505005637362300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9072505005637362300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutionsjust-lil-late.html' title='{New Years Resolutions...just a lil late}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5950048277948759700</id><published>2010-01-11T19:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:58:41.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just a little somethin'...}</title><content type='html'>So I know it's super boring to some, but we are a movie watching family. I have loved movies since I was a kid, and now, my kids love movies too. D and I have probably over 100 movies (DVD and VHS) and our collection grows more every time we go to wal-mart with a little money lol. It's something we can do as a family that everyone enjoys. It's not something you have to be good at or go crazy for. You just curl up with a bucket of pop corn and a blanket and there you have it. A fun filled night with the family :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0vWS1yQVRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Fni6ht60vt0/s1600-h/100_0920.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0vWS1yQVRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Fni6ht60vt0/s400/100_0920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5950048277948759700?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5950048277948759700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5950048277948759700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5950048277948759700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5950048277948759700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-little-somethin.html' title='{Just a little somethin&apos;...}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0vWS1yQVRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Fni6ht60vt0/s72-c/100_0920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1841365847575960742</id><published>2010-01-10T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:10:17.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Photo of the day...Introduction}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0ozrkEHEII/AAAAAAAAAfk/zWNgrFyP4cs/s1600-h/100_0905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0ozrkEHEII/AAAAAAAAAfk/zWNgrFyP4cs/s400/100_0905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs first time in the snow. He loved it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1841365847575960742?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1841365847575960742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1841365847575960742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1841365847575960742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1841365847575960742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-of-dayintroduction.html' title='{Photo of the day...Introduction}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0ozrkEHEII/AAAAAAAAAfk/zWNgrFyP4cs/s72-c/100_0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2018704274632614109</id><published>2010-01-09T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:53:57.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday- A baby was in my tummy!}</title><content type='html'>Any complications while in labor?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any morning sickness?&lt;br /&gt;-With G I had more night sickness than anything. I didn't have anything like it with Bug though.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of things made you sick?&lt;br /&gt;-With G the smell of grease made me SUPER sick and anything that even smelled like a taco :(-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any weird food cravings?&lt;br /&gt;-No weird cravings. Mainly just fast food and ice with both.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any mid-night food runs?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah. My grandpa made midnight runs to Steak-N-Shake ALL the time when I was pregnant with G.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made them?&lt;br /&gt;-My grandpa.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thing you craved that wasn't so healthy?&lt;br /&gt;-Everything I craved wasn't healthy lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big was the baby?&lt;br /&gt;-G was 6lb. 14oz. and Bug was 7lb. 12oz.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long were you in labor?&lt;br /&gt;-With G all night and until the next night. With Bug, 6hrs.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;-G was born at OSF and Bug was born at Pekin Hospital.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan to have another baby?&lt;br /&gt;-No. I can honestly say I don't.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mom's World...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you have?&lt;br /&gt;-2 of my own. 2 step kids-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of laundry soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;-Arm &amp;amp; Hammer-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of dish soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;-Dawn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the dishes in your home?&lt;br /&gt;-Me.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who takes out the trash in your home?&lt;br /&gt;-Me.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your kids do chores?&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times to you vacuum a week?&lt;br /&gt;-A few.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make your bed everyday?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your kids make their beds?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most annoying things your kids do?&lt;br /&gt;-Keep saying "mom..mom..mom" when they can see I'm busy at the moment.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your kids play sports?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope. I want to get them into something this summer though if we have the money.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you get a manicure?&lt;br /&gt;-Never.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do have a girls night out?&lt;br /&gt;-Never.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a single parent?&lt;br /&gt;-It would look like it from the way this survey is going wouldn't it? But no, I'm not.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have both parents growing up?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often to do go to the grocery store?&lt;br /&gt;-Probably once or twice a week.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing your kids have done for you?&lt;br /&gt;-Gaige makes his own breakfast some mornings I love that :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you sweep?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you mop?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't. I get down on my hands and knees with a rag and a bucket. That's the only way to get it clean.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have step kids?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your mom good to you?&lt;br /&gt;-For the most part.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spank your kids??&lt;br /&gt;-No. It's pointless.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get spanked as a child?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a good childhood?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your kids have had a good childhood?&lt;br /&gt;-I hope so.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spoil your kids?&lt;br /&gt;-I think they are very spoiled.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;-God no. That's disgusting.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;-Not usually.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;-Not any more.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you yell alot?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes. I'm trying to stop. It's hard.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your kids well behaved?&lt;br /&gt;-Better than most I've seen.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to cook?&lt;br /&gt;-Mac&amp;amp;Cheese lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your kids favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;-Pizza and Mac&amp;amp;Cheese-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they eat veggies?&lt;br /&gt;-Drama Queen will eat them if you don't actually tell her what they are. G will eat anything that isn't green. Bug will eat pretty much anything that I do.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give them soda?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink soda?&lt;br /&gt;-More than I should.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;-I have way too many! I love movies!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you went to the movies?&lt;br /&gt;-Iron Man was in theaters the last time I saw a theater.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are a good mom?&lt;br /&gt;-I think so yes. I could be better. But I could be a LOT worse.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2018704274632614109?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2018704274632614109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2018704274632614109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2018704274632614109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2018704274632614109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/survey-saturday-baby-was-in-my-tummy.html' title='{Survey Saturday- A baby was in my tummy!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/th_candysig.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-408386258082473610</id><published>2010-01-08T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:27:09.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Another new one...aaal-right}</title><content type='html'>So how do we all feel about my layout? I liked the circles but I just bought &lt;a href="http://www.deliciousscrapshop.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=71_72&amp;amp;products_id=380&amp;amp;zenid=6bd2c5714064fa4e956ee341f7de73aa"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; kit from &lt;a href="http://www.deliciousscraps.com/"&gt;Delicious Scraps&lt;/a&gt; for just $.99!! I LOVE it! I hate that she's closing though :(. She's one of my favorites along with &lt;a href="http://ellielash.com/blog/"&gt;Ellie Lash&lt;/a&gt; who closed her store in Nov-Oct. sometime. Sad to see such talented girls go. But there are plenty of ones still left. So yeah, run on over DS and get yourself some awesome (and way affordable) kits! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 365 Challenge...&lt;b&gt;Laughter&lt;/b&gt;. I never seem to catching my small people &lt;i&gt;laughing&lt;/i&gt; but I can most certainly catch them doing something goofy or cheezin' for the camera lol. So here is one of Bug givin' me a big CHEEEEEZE LOL. He looks SO hilarious in this picture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0e6tj0vbMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/op5lYY8ytMM/s1600-h/100_0893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0e6tj0vbMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/op5lYY8ytMM/s320/100_0893.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I guess that's pretty much it. Later kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/blog%20stuff/candysig.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-408386258082473610?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/408386258082473610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=408386258082473610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/408386258082473610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/408386258082473610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-new-oneaaal-right.html' title='{Another new one...aaal-right}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0e6tj0vbMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/op5lYY8ytMM/s72-c/100_0893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-553768082795063188</id><published>2010-01-06T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:17:43.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{A wedding..but not mine}</title><content type='html'>My mother and her long time boyfriend got married this afternoon. I was the maid of honor (cause I'm her favorite. Suck it up!) but it wasn't like you walk in and hold flowers and stuff. We just all went in and boom it started. Nothing too special. Super nice to know that they're finally married though lol. Hard to believe I have a step-dad. Weird. Anyway- here are some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Clock-wise starting down front: Bug, Me, Dustin (brother), Tim (BIL), Caleb (brother), Miranda (sister), Monkey (nephew), and in the center is my mom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VQuQCAbCI/AAAAAAAAAec/OK1FDEl6fc8/s1600-h/100_0854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VQuQCAbCI/AAAAAAAAAec/OK1FDEl6fc8/s320/100_0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PawPaw Ivan and Bug&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VRJ-kPDsI/AAAAAAAAAek/cJsTEKSm3RY/s1600-h/100_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VRJ-kPDsI/AAAAAAAAAek/cJsTEKSm3RY/s320/100_0848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got some other ones, but my camera was giving me fits. So they sucked. The lighting in that space was horrible for picture taking with a regular camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..for todays 365 Challenge pic, the hint was "Where you live" but no one wants to see my house lol. Trust me. So...instead a picture of 2 that I live with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VSRnKdAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/sxdaiI2ZD_w/s1600-h/100_0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VSRnKdAuI/AAAAAAAAAes/sxdaiI2ZD_w/s320/100_0858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-553768082795063188?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/553768082795063188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=553768082795063188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/553768082795063188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/553768082795063188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/weddingbut-not-mine.html' title='{A wedding..but not mine}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0VQuQCAbCI/AAAAAAAAAec/OK1FDEl6fc8/s72-c/100_0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7281428949896461428</id><published>2010-01-05T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:14:05.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Pic Challenge}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0P_zLSixbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p2kinY2Ki70/s1600-h/Engagement+Ring2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0P_zLSixbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p2kinY2Ki70/s320/Engagement+Ring2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Something Unique. IT was unique to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7281428949896461428?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7281428949896461428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7281428949896461428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7281428949896461428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7281428949896461428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pic-challenge.html' title='{Pic Challenge}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0P_zLSixbI/AAAAAAAAAd0/p2kinY2Ki70/s72-c/Engagement+Ring2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2577630171118221362</id><published>2010-01-04T18:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:28:04.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Here I go again on my oooown}</title><content type='html'>First things first; todays picture :) She said a picture of &lt;b&gt;you, yourself, and nothing else&lt;/b&gt;. No one mentioned when it had to be taken lol. I was about 16mo. here. It's at my parents wedding. How many people my age can say, "Hey, I was at my parents wedding." Check out those adorable fat cheekers! I was a damn cute kid if I say so myself. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0J7JMGtb3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/PyWmw-Td5-g/s1600-h/LittleKristin+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0J7JMGtb3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/PyWmw-Td5-g/s320/LittleKristin+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2577630171118221362?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2577630171118221362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2577630171118221362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2577630171118221362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2577630171118221362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-go-again-on-my-oooown.html' title='{Here I go again on my oooown}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0J7JMGtb3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/PyWmw-Td5-g/s72-c/LittleKristin+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2007583732042449185</id><published>2010-01-04T00:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:29:08.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Well it IS tomorrow..}</title><content type='html'>I try not to post more than once a day, so I'm making my post for the 4th at 12:33am =P. Stop your whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I designed my first blogger layout for &lt;b&gt;someone else&lt;/b&gt; today! I'm pretty excited about it. I love designing them and there are only so many that I can do for myself lol. So here it is! What do you guys think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0GQpwWNi1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/dKhJKP7B3iI/s1600-h/viewgetaway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0GQpwWNi1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/dKhJKP7B3iI/s320/viewgetaway.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So that's pretty much all I have to say I suppose for right now. I'm sure I'll have to break my '1 post at a time' rule tomorrow and let ya'll know how it went at court. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2007583732042449185?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2007583732042449185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2007583732042449185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2007583732042449185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2007583732042449185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-it-is-tomorrow.html' title='{Well it IS tomorrow..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0GQpwWNi1I/AAAAAAAAAdU/dKhJKP7B3iI/s72-c/viewgetaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7724371657191181109</id><published>2010-01-03T14:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:44:09.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Back to Reality}</title><content type='html'>Good-bye sleeping in. Good-bye spending time with D. Good-bye cuddling all morning with my baby boy. It's time to say hello to 6:30am, homework, and fights between two 7yr olds. *sigh* As much as I hate to go back to the grind, I'm actually glad that the drama queen will be going back. She is clearly bored at home since it's too cold to play outside. She was bored with Christmas gifts about 2 days after she opened them *eye roll*. So I'll be glad to get her out of the house and back to her regular schedule. G has been with my grandparents most of this break so really, I haven't spent a whole lot of time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got to clean up puke. Bug had been feeling bad all day yesterday, very clingy, and pretty much just wanting to sleep. I gave him some meds but they weren't helping. He didn't have a fever until last night and it was 100. Then at about 3:00am he coughed and ended up losing his tea all over my pillows and a little on my sheets. I gave him a bath and got him cleaned up. He slept after that. I think something was upsetting his belly. He also hadn't gone #2 all day yesterday and he usually goes at &lt;i&gt;least&lt;/i&gt; once in the morning. So I figured that was part of his problem too. Luckily I had a clean set of sheets ready to be put on the bed, so I didn't have to sleep with nothing (I hate that). He's feeling a ton better today though and even went potty &lt;b&gt;in&lt;/b&gt; the potty..like..POOP! Woohoo! lol (Only a mother could get that excited about poop in the potty lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to something fun! After stumbling across &lt;a href="http://www.gottapixel.net/?cat=621"&gt;this blog/digiscrap design site&lt;/a&gt; I decided to participate in her challenge! So fun! I love taking pictures and this will expand my picture taking from the kids and dogs to other things! This weeks challenge: Collections. I collected barbies, american girl dolls, and backstreet boys stuff through out my childhood and teen years. Now I seem to be just collecting books :). All kinds. I love to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0EAdzFXmGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9-nGS_Vml8w/s1600-h/100_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0EAdzFXmGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9-nGS_Vml8w/s400/100_0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's pretty much all I have to say today! Hope you enjoyed reading about baby vomit and all that mommy jazz :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7724371657191181109?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7724371657191181109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7724371657191181109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7724371657191181109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7724371657191181109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-reality.html' title='{Back to Reality}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S0EAdzFXmGI/AAAAAAAAAc4/9-nGS_Vml8w/s72-c/100_0821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8189565528487810251</id><published>2010-01-02T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:16:43.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday Folks!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="readbulletinBody" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Does the last person you kissed know what color your eyes are?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it he doesn't even know his colors yet lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the boobs to work at hooters?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you go to bed last night, what time did you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;I crawled in bed around 1am, didn't fall asleep until 2am. Woke up with Bug around 11am. He wasn't feeling well last night I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel more comfortable with a male or female doctor/nurse?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is female. I prefer a female. They know what we're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've locked yourself outside and no one will be home for a few hours, you?&lt;br /&gt;Call D to come unlock the f'ing door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 48 hours have you hung out with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Just the ones I live with :) They're&amp;nbsp; my favorite :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, did you ever think you would be where you’re at in life now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a good mood?&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone getting on your nerves at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone hate you?&lt;br /&gt;"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a ring, if so who gave it to you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I haven't worn my ring in about 2yrs. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I sure do. 10/3/07 at 6:30am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked on the beach at night?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;She MySpaced me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?&lt;br /&gt;A few someones actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't let this kid wake up every hour on the hour to nurse." Bug does this EVERY time I leave somewhere for any length of time. I think he's punishing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Black with Nick Carter on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like being kissed spontaneously or asked?&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneously I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your nails painted?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants?&lt;br /&gt;Sweatpants tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last kiss, what does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;Well, his face was all sticky from the sucker he was eating..soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really think there is anything to be excited about at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you not excited about?&lt;br /&gt;Same as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8189565528487810251?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8189565528487810251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8189565528487810251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8189565528487810251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8189565528487810251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2010/01/survey-saturday-folks.html' title='{Survey Saturday Folks!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7303934662239390707</id><published>2009-12-31T13:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:50:28.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{It couldn't have been 7yrs already!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just 6wks out of the womb. Precious isn't he?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz8SzthJsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gxBocLGQnoo/s1600-h/Copy+of+Saved+2292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz8SzthJsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gxBocLGQnoo/s320/Copy+of+Saved+2292.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1st birthday! That's his (bio) dad. It's one of my fave pics.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz8kIDM3CI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aO9618zeWdY/s1600-h/Gaige+1st+Birthday+%284%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz8kIDM3CI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aO9618zeWdY/s320/Gaige+1st+Birthday+%284%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy and baby :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9HArazAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_BjQZW16dCo/s1600-h/Saved+2818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9HArazAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_BjQZW16dCo/s320/Saved+2818.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First fish!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9ndr_dwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NFVeKxNdbXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9ndr_dwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/NFVeKxNdbXQ/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;First motorcycle ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9zWanUwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qTP8m6nKB1M/s1600-h/Saved+2530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz9zWanUwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qTP8m6nKB1M/s320/Saved+2530.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My little devil (I was prego with Bug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-KZi3WRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RhlozuH68NU/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-KZi3WRI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RhlozuH68NU/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He looks more like me than ever with glasses lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-jkTct2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/UFeK2Wy3M3M/s1600-h/103_0421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-jkTct2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/UFeK2Wy3M3M/s320/103_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My little police officer in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-0kduv5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/LeJmp1XhDx8/s1600-h/100_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz-0kduv5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/LeJmp1XhDx8/s320/100_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is no denying it. PawPaw is his favorite person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz_PAT3MFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6t4HdKvPJQM/s1600-h/100_0671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz_PAT3MFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6t4HdKvPJQM/s320/100_0671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His 7th birthday cake (Happy birthday officer G)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz_pqy6aTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NP25jDDei6s/s1600-h/100_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz_pqy6aTI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/NP25jDDei6s/s320/100_0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His remote control Police Car! He looooves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sz0ABoGWgEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wVpj6QTZD2c/s1600-h/100_0789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sz0ABoGWgEI/AAAAAAAAAcY/wVpj6QTZD2c/s320/100_0789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There you go. Pic heavy like crazy! I can't believe he is ALREADY 7yrs old. I don't know where the time went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7303934662239390707?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7303934662239390707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7303934662239390707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7303934662239390707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7303934662239390707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-couldnt-have-been-7yrs-already.html' title='{It couldn&apos;t have been 7yrs already!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szz8SzthJsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gxBocLGQnoo/s72-c/Copy+of+Saved+2292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1520454547584451383</id><published>2009-12-29T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:03:17.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{We said good-bye today..}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szq_y0xN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iy_LIulcR7E/s1600-h/HPIM2236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szq_y0xN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iy_LIulcR7E/s320/HPIM2236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. Bigglesworth (to some known as Thor) entered our family just about a year ago. I didn't want a cat. D is allergic, we already had 2 dogs, and a snake. That was 1 animal too many for me (that 1 being the snake lol). Besides that, I was not (and never will be) over the loss of my beloved Suzuki 8yrs ago. I had no intentions of having another feline. Ever. But when D's friend called us with his dilemma the animal lover in me far out weighed the pain I still held for Suzi. "His ex-wife left him in the cold when she moved out." D had said. "Why can't J keep him? He already has a house full of cats." I said. "He's not getting along with his other males. He needs a good home." I sighed D knew he'd won by the look on my face. We went to wal-mart and picked up a litter box and food bowl and food. I informed him that if this didn't work out, he was shit out of luck. We were not re-homing another animal because he wasn't getting along with the dogs or what not. He was ours. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tried hard not to get too attached to him. Which he made difficult since he &lt;i&gt;insisted&lt;/i&gt; on curling up with me every single night. He was cared for, loved, and wanted. The kids loved him, chased him and "tormented" him to the best of their ability. I often found him snuggled up with the Drama Queen all purring and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All seemed fine until a couple months ago. Something changed in him. He became distant, our once loving cat wanted nothing to do with us. He hid in our back bathroom until everyone was asleep and then roamed the house at night. He began pooping on the floor, unlike a cat, his hair started falling out. I'd never seen anything like it. His overall health was failing, we didn't know what was wrong and couldn't afford the vet visit knowing that he would end up telling us it was something serious, we could already tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We chose to put him down. Something I have never done to an animal. Something I never want to go through again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my Mr. Big. You shall be missed. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1520454547584451383?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1520454547584451383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1520454547584451383&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1520454547584451383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1520454547584451383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-said-good-bye-today.html' title='{We said good-bye today..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szq_y0xN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAa4/iy_LIulcR7E/s72-c/HPIM2236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2552846603584931876</id><published>2009-12-27T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:22:42.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Oh yes, the Christmas post}</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do realize I'm a few days late, you'll have to deal with it. I've been some kind of funk lately and no matter what I do nothing is pulling me out of it. Perhaps it was the mini drama we had on Christmas morning (nothing I'm going to post about here, if I want you to know I'll tell you lol). It could also be that I'm just bummed it's all over and we have to move on with pretty much nothing to look forward to. *sigh* So sad. Anyway- lets get on with it shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hosted Christmas Eve dinner with my mother, her fiance (his 2 younger kids were supposed to come and didn't), my sister, BIL, and monkey. My brother and his girlfriend showed up late (because apparently no one pays attention to my facebook messages right?)..losers. It was a good time. The food was super yummy if I do say so myself (and since I made it, I can lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was eventful. I won't even bother typing any more because I know you just want the pictures. You'll love them :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drama queen and bug having a sword fight!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg95dCxq1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zpmXOM4vnFE/s1600-h/Christmas2009+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg95dCxq1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zpmXOM4vnFE/s320/Christmas2009+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G ripping into his stocking!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-Ky1J_OI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1ISQDUJqWN8/s1600-h/Christmas2009+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-Ky1J_OI/AAAAAAAAAaA/1ISQDUJqWN8/s320/Christmas2009+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shoop! Mama Shoop!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-cThZxcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JDIiTjI8uSw/s1600-h/Christmas2009+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-cThZxcI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JDIiTjI8uSw/s320/Christmas2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Police Helicopter!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-xvVEnPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-iDez0Tm2Jo/s1600-h/Christmas2009+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg-xvVEnPI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-iDez0Tm2Jo/s320/Christmas2009+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy and Bug at the farm! I think he's finally starting to look like me lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_P6yYJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/OMUhqNarljo/s1600-h/Christmas2009+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_P6yYJ4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/OMUhqNarljo/s320/Christmas2009+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That gun was a huge hit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_le432zI/AAAAAAAAAag/RRN2GWIEAxE/s1600-h/Christmas2009+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_le432zI/AAAAAAAAAag/RRN2GWIEAxE/s320/Christmas2009+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bug got a 4wheeler from grandma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_0uVYg2I/AAAAAAAAAao/5sUoXDnizrI/s1600-h/Christmas2009+066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg_0uVYg2I/AAAAAAAAAao/5sUoXDnizrI/s320/Christmas2009+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make-up is the new obsession.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzhANdqjOdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aBVQlMg9pTY/s1600-h/Christmas2009+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzhANdqjOdI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aBVQlMg9pTY/s320/Christmas2009+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There you go kids. Pics. You know you love 'em. And I'm probably going to take down my tree tomorrow. Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! And G's birthday is &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;! When did my little baby get to be a whole 7yrs old?? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2552846603584931876?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2552846603584931876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2552846603584931876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2552846603584931876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2552846603584931876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yes-christmas-post.html' title='{Oh yes, the Christmas post}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Szg95dCxq1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zpmXOM4vnFE/s72-c/Christmas2009+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7454199604881572096</id><published>2009-12-27T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T00:13:27.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday}</title><content type='html'>What was the best part of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm..I don't really think there was a part that stands out as the "best" for me at this point.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the worst part of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-Dealing with the drama queens behavior. Ridiculously hard.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the biggest surprise of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm..there really hasn't been one..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most looking forward to next year?&lt;br /&gt;-Getting a job lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you are not looking forward to next year?&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm..I don't know. I can't really think of anything I'm dreading as of yet.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which new years resolutions did you keep last year?&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't make any last year lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which new years resolutions did you break last year?&lt;br /&gt;-See above..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be your new years resolutions next year?&lt;br /&gt;-Get a job and get in shape (isn't that everyones??).-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resolution are you most likely to break?&lt;br /&gt;-The get in shape one lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resolution are you most likely to keep?&lt;br /&gt;-The get a job one.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing on new years eve?&lt;br /&gt;-Probably nothing. Just like last year.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you be with at new years eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Probably just D.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kiss to see the new year in?&lt;br /&gt;-My Bug ;)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will you probably end up kissing to see the new year in?&lt;br /&gt;-No one.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best song of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-I do-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best TV show of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-True Blood OF COURSE (agree or DIE!!)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read last year?&lt;br /&gt;-The Sookie Stackhouse series hands down!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best film of last year?&lt;br /&gt;-Julie &amp;amp; Julia is in my top 10.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What change would you like to make to your life next year?&lt;br /&gt;-I would like to have my own money so I'm not depending on someone else all the time for things I need/want.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What change would you like to see in the world next year?&lt;br /&gt;-I think that is an obvious.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7454199604881572096?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7454199604881572096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7454199604881572096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7454199604881572096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7454199604881572096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/survey-saturday_27.html' title='{Survey Saturday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3823977791334156958</id><published>2009-12-22T16:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:26:14.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{My Crafty Kids or Ornament Making with Small People}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so it begins..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFCStlJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ebgFkz1lyr8/s1600-h/100_0631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFCStlJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ebgFkz1lyr8/s320/100_0631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My creative little (almost) 7yr old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFDCyFiy4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/dnPDtF3RlII/s1600-h/100_0634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFDCyFiy4I/AAAAAAAAAZg/dnPDtF3RlII/s320/100_0634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even Bug got to help out :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFGHks91BI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KsdFxk1HMZs/s1600-h/100_0635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFGHks91BI/AAAAAAAAAZo/KsdFxk1HMZs/s320/100_0635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drama queen making herself a candy cane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFGX7NhQNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DPxXuNyidQk/s1600-h/100_0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFGX7NhQNI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DPxXuNyidQk/s320/100_0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;G made a cross for my mom, a tree for my grandmother, and a cowboy boot to be his ornament for this year. The drama queen made a candy cane for her ornament this year and a hear covered in red dots for her grandma. Bug just made a teddy bear for this year because he lost interest about 5min. in lol. They came out cute though and I'm excited to varnish them and pass them out. Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and D just banished me from the bedroom so that he could wrap more gifts for me. I kinda feel like crap now because I have no way of getting him something that he really wants. I went and got him some PJ pants last night that he had been asking for. I have to wonder what's in the boxes, there are 4 total, 2 small, 1 large, and 1 medium. He says they're breakable but I dunno. He could just be saying that to deter me from shaking them lol. Blah. We'll see in a couple days I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3823977791334156958?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3823977791334156958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3823977791334156958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3823977791334156958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3823977791334156958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-crafty-kids-or-ornament-making-with.html' title='{My Crafty Kids or Ornament Making with Small People}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SzFCStlJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAZY/ebgFkz1lyr8/s72-c/100_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3907823754783800971</id><published>2009-12-21T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:52:46.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{What? Christmas is When??}</title><content type='html'>That's right folks, just a few shopping days left to &lt;b&gt;Christmas&lt;/b&gt;! Exciting stuff! We still aren't done, we won't be until D gets paid on Wed. Oh well, I'm sure there will be something left on wal-marts' shelves..right? Lets all cross our fingers shall we? I am 1/3 done with &lt;i&gt;my &lt;/i&gt;shopping however. I got my 11yr old step-sister a cupcake kit for Christmas. I'm super excited about it! LOL I even called my mom before I got home with it to tell her all about it. I put it together myself courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.dollartree.com/"&gt;Dollar Tree&lt;/a&gt;, there is a plastic mixing bowl (red), measuring cups, measuring spoons, cupcake tin, 1 oven mitt (with Santa on it), 1 apron (matches the mitt), and 1 cake mix. I'm very excited to see if she likes it as much as I do lol. I was going to go to Dollar General (my 2nd favorite store after becoming a mother) to get my 7yr old step-brother a gift and a gift for Monkey, but I think I'll go back to Dollar Tree and see what I can come up with. I also bought D some PJ pants &lt;strike&gt;because I stole all of his&lt;/strike&gt; because he asked for them. I am pretty happy with my purchases today :). Oh, I also got my hair chopped off too (pics to come tomorrow..&lt;strike&gt;cause I look a hot mess tonight&lt;/strike&gt;). D hates it..again. I suppose he'll live though considering it &lt;i&gt;is my hair&lt;/i&gt;. He has yet to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also finished wrapping the gifts that we &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have. Gotta love that. They are stuffed under our bed so the nosy ones can't find them *sigh*. I tell you what though, I'm more excited about G's birthday gift than any of his Christmas gifts. I just can't friggin' wait! Yay! He's gonna freak out! *teehehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also purchased the last of my Christmas dinner today. I'm happy about that. I got a big 'ol ham that I'm going to roll in syrup and brown sugar *drools*. So that completes the Christmas dinner buying, thank heaven. I'm so over it. I do have enough left over to buy some "fresh" veggies for appetizers/munchies. If it's not all ready when people get here I don't want them sitting there starving while it cooks, ya know? It makes me crazy to wait for food at a holiday party..or anywhere really lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those that commented on my good-bye to my great-mother entry. Thank you. I am super sad that we lost her, but I know she is in such a better place now. I know she's going to be horribly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alrighty- I better get off here and get some sleep. I picked up G from my grandmothers house today and promised him that we're going to do our ornaments tomorrow as gifts for my grandparents and my mother. I also have to get to wal-mart tomorrow or Wed. and get the pictures printed off that I want to give everyone for Christmas. Blah. Busy days. Later kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3907823754783800971?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3907823754783800971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3907823754783800971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3907823754783800971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3907823754783800971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-christmas-is-when.html' title='{What? Christmas is When??}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2644554430217108503</id><published>2009-12-19T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:31:11.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday here again!}</title><content type='html'>Have you been naughty or nice this year?&lt;br /&gt;-Pretty nice.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want most for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-I already got it, a new camera :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Father Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure I do :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite food at Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-My moms deviled eggs lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you started your Christmas shopping yet?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah. We're pretty much done, a few other things and gotta get some stuff for my 2 step-siblings.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet?&lt;br /&gt;-Refer to above..geeze-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;br /&gt;-Blue Christmas by Elvis-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Christmas movie?&lt;br /&gt;-A Christmas Story without a doubt and of course Smokey Mountain Christmas.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best memory of Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-Every Christmas I've had with my kids have been full of memories. Before them they sucked.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you look forward to most at Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-Spending time with my family I guess. Just me, D and the kiddos and the pups (and the cat should he decide to make an appearance).-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas Eve my mother, step-dad, 2 step-siblings, and my siblings (along with their S/O's &amp;amp; kids) are coming over. Christmas day it's off to my dads parents for Christmas.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you want to kiss under the mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;-^-^-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of Christmas tree do you have?&lt;br /&gt;-Fake.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take part in a secret santa?&lt;br /&gt;-I did this year on CP.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to any Christmas parties?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a white Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure! When I was little it was ALWAYS a white Christmas.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How early do you wake up on Christmas morning?&lt;br /&gt;-Usually around 6am, depends on the kids.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still get a stocking?&lt;br /&gt;-No :(-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many Christmas cards do you normally send out?&lt;br /&gt;-None. lol I'm too lazy.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your Christmas wish? &lt;br /&gt;-That every child would be healthy, happy, full, and safe.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2644554430217108503?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2644554430217108503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2644554430217108503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2644554430217108503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2644554430217108503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/survey-saturday-here-again.html' title='{Survey Saturday here again!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2763214500360768010</id><published>2009-12-19T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:19:50.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{What is it with boys??}</title><content type='html'>When D and I were talking the other day and trying to figure out how to make a little more room in our tiny living room (especially since we have a bunch of people coming over for Christmas Eve) we decided that our falling apart coffee table needed to go. Of course in true D fashion he couldn't just take it to a dump or something, he had to smash it first. And of course G was right in the middle of it, wielding his little hammer and loving every second of getting to cause all that destruction! And of course we all know I can't let a moment pass without breaking out the camera ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In mid-jump!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxuMCYDMGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S0aAO05r7ZY/s1600-h/100_0603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxuMCYDMGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S0aAO05r7ZY/s320/100_0603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Syxug8Lsn_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/INcGeiNQvxM/s1600-h/100_0601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Syxug8Lsn_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/INcGeiNQvxM/s320/100_0601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dad showing him how it's done.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxuzAJ5_wI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GwoHOdARM_w/s1600-h/100_0598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxuzAJ5_wI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GwoHOdARM_w/s320/100_0598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxvlDAUQoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sG46CwNEjuI/s1600-h/100_0595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxvlDAUQoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sG46CwNEjuI/s320/100_0595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wrapped most of the presents today. I've got a couple more to go and then we're done shopping! Woohoo!! I'm excited about it. I'm going to clean like crazy this week to get the house ready for Christmas Eve with my mother and siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Alrighty- I better get to sleep now. Later kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2763214500360768010?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2763214500360768010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2763214500360768010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2763214500360768010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2763214500360768010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-it-with-boys.html' title='{What is it with boys??}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SyxuMCYDMGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/S0aAO05r7ZY/s72-c/100_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3838500131771313494</id><published>2009-12-18T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:44:23.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Well at least we got started}</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep right now, but I went to bed at 8:30pm and this is what happens when I do that. I wake up around 11pm and am up until 3am. Blah! I am not going to be fun to be around tomorrow. But anyway- on with the posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D and I did a little Christmas shopping tonight. We got most of it done I think, there are still a few things I want to get and we have to hit up wal-mart at some point and get more for Bug because we couldn't find too much anywhere else. Annoying. So far this is where we're at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity trunk (complete with beads, stamps, ect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;2 barbies&lt;br /&gt;Package of 3 little ballerina pandas that go with Barbies&lt;br /&gt;Purple fuzzy slippers&lt;br /&gt;Crayons (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;Princess Coloring books&lt;br /&gt;Princess "flute" (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;Princess stamp set (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;Pink bracelets (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;Sword (stocking) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Helecopter&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerf Shotgun&lt;br /&gt;Extra "ammo"&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story stamp set (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;Hulk poster&lt;br /&gt;Spiderman poster&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man poster&lt;br /&gt;Sword (stocking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;D also went in Dollar Tree and got a bunch of stuff that I haven't seen so I don't know what else there is lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Store Tray&lt;br /&gt;ABC's Color book&lt;br /&gt;123's Color book&lt;br /&gt;Fishing set bath toy&lt;br /&gt;Mini potato head&lt;br /&gt;Guns (otherwise there would be fighting over G's *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool stick&lt;br /&gt;Pool accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to get a little something for T for his stocking even though D says it's not a big deal. We usually spend a &lt;b&gt;ton&lt;/b&gt; of money on Christmas for him, but last year we got him all this different awesome stuff (things he wanted) and he hasn't touched any of it since he opened it. So we're not spending a ton on him this year. I also still need to go to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobel and look for a journal for Drama Queen and G wants a Sponge Bob operation game lol. So I thought I'd go ahead and pick that up for him. Bug obviously needs a few more things and some stocking stuffers (depending on what D got that I don't know about). I don't want to see anyone disappointed is my deal. I hate it when kids feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, tomorrow is my great-grandmothers funeral. I was informed that because there are so many people attending that I should be there 8:45am even though it doesn't start until 10am. Since I went to bed early, I was not made aware of this fact until 11pm. Super fun. I have to make sure D doesn't leave for work in the morning because he's watching Bug for me. I also have to pick up my mother. I went and bought a new shirt and new pants today, I think they look nice. I did a better job of picking out my clothes this time around than when my grandpa died. Is it odd that I haven't cried? I know I'll miss her, I know I'll probably sob like a baby tomorrow. But as of right now, I'm not grieving or anything. Is that normal?? I didn't with my grandpa either though I guess, I let it all out at the funeral, broke down into tears and couldn't stop crying for anything. I don't know. If I never went to another funeral again, it would be too soon. This is 3 in 5yrs. I think that's enough now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x270/diadefolga/julie-julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i181.photobucket.com/albums/x270/diadefolga/julie-julia.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lighter conversation (because that was a downer..) I watched &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/julieandjulia/"&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia&lt;/a&gt; the other night! &lt;a href="http://brwneygirl85.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; was right, it's &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;! It made me super hungry though lol. All that awesome food she makes is so delicious looking that it actually inspired me to cook. I made scrambled eggs. Don't hate, I love scrambled eggs ;). The story line itself was amusing also, I am a big Meryl Streep fan though. I really don't think I've seen a movie that she played in that I &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; like. Can you think of a bad one? Anyway- it's really good, go rent it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A movie I do not reccomend (unless you're striving to waste 2hrs of your life you will never get back) is Inglorious Basterds with Brad Pitt. This movie was so painful to watch that I couldn't even make it through. I got about 20min. in and left the living room to go take a bath. D was still watching it. When I got back to the living room half an hour later it still sucked and D was falling asleep. *sigh* So don't even bother with this one folks. It's boring as hell, not funny, not good acting, there is just nothing good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK, I think I've taken up enough of your time. I should be getting to sleep now, it's almost 2am. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3838500131771313494?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3838500131771313494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3838500131771313494&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3838500131771313494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3838500131771313494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-at-least-we-got-started.html' title='{Well at least we got started}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2082476620962583060</id><published>2009-12-16T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:12:11.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{You shall be missed}</title><content type='html'>My great-grandmother passed yesterday. There is not a day that goes by that she won't be missed. Not a day will go by that someone won't mention her name or let her memory cross our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was diagnosed with kidney cancer a year ago, expected to live a short few months she exceeded everyones hopes. Chemo was not an option, it had spread too fast for that, the doctors said. At one point we had thought she had beaten it, there was no more cancer in kidney, later we found out it had begun filling her lungs instead of her kidney. *sigh* She spent the last couple months at home, surrounded by those who love her and whom she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a pic on here to show ya'll :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Gram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2082476620962583060?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2082476620962583060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2082476620962583060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2082476620962583060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2082476620962583060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-shall-be-missed.html' title='{You shall be missed}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7958252302118437182</id><published>2009-12-14T19:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:33:32.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{My OCD is kicking in..}</title><content type='html'>I hate, &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt;, not having a plan for big holidays. I'm obsessed with planning! I love it! Oddly enough, I'm not as organized as a planner should be though (we will blame this on 3 small people and 1 giant one). It is absolutely &lt;i&gt;killing&lt;/i&gt; me that we haven't started Christmas shopping yet. I am one of those people that likes to start shopping right away because I know first hand how waiting will lessen your chances of getting what you want (or more importantly what your &lt;i&gt;kids&lt;/i&gt; want) and no one wants to see a disappointed face on Christmas morning. Well, I don't at least. I had so many craptastic Christmases growing up that I really never want my kids to experience that pain. Since D informs me that we will not be shopping until this weekend (I know, kind of cutting it close to the deadline there dear), I have been busy online trying to figure out what I want to get the kids. It's rough shopping for these kids because they don't &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; anything as far as toys go, but obviously you can't just get a 6 and 7yr old socks and underwear lol. I guess we'll see. I have a few ideas as to what to get each kid. G has a birthday on the 30th also so it's kind of a pain in the butt buying for Christmas and having something left for his birthday too. Oh well. I think I'm going to get Bug some bath toys (he loves taking a bath) and some color wonder paper (since he loves to draw &lt;strike&gt;on my walls and furniture&lt;/strike&gt;). G is deffinately getting an air plane with little men to go with it. Drama Queen wants a princess coloring book and I'm half thinking about some American Girl stuff (you can get it at barnes and nobel). I'm also thinking about pulling out my Molly doll for her (I got her &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt; ago and she is in great condition). I think she is finally at a place where I feel comfortable letting her play with her while supervised. Good decision? We shall see I guess. T is always hard to buy for because his grandmother buys him everything he wants. It's sort of a pain because then we have nothing to get him. D gave him the guitar for his birthday (which is the 22nd). Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Christmas dinner goes, I am hosting this year for my mother. Her place is far too small for us all to fit comfortably and my sister won't invite our moms fiance. It's a big bunch of drama. But anyway- I've got the menu planned out (see? I'm a &lt;b&gt;planner&lt;/b&gt;). I want to have veggies and dip set out for when people arrive. The main menu is; ham, green bean casserole, mac &amp;amp; cheese (cause I know the kids will eat it), stuffing, mashed potatoes, and corn. My mother is also supplying the deviled eggs (because I've yet to meet anyone who makes them like she does!). My sister is supposed to bring a desert but I'm also making a couple so that we have plenty and just in case she doesn't bring one. I already no bake cheese cake and cherry pie filling, and I'm going to make some kind of cake I think. I am super excited to be hosting. I've been busy downloading Christmas songs (new and old) to have playing in the background. I am planning on removing our coffee table (chucking it out the backdoor is more like it) and adding our ottoman so that there is a little more seating. The week before I'm gonna clean like crazy and bleach down everything. I know I hate walking into a dirty house for a meal, I wouldn't expect my family to eat on dirty things. I'm also going to invest in paper plates and silverware because we don't have enough and I don't want to do all those dishes anyway lol. So yay! It's pretty much all planned unless someone can think of some other yummy dish I should make or some other Christmasy thing I could do :). Lay it on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and her fiance are also bringing his 11yr old daughter and 6yr old son. So we'll have to buy for them plus my nephew Monkey (not his real name...his nickname that &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; gave him). No clue what to get the boys but I know what I'm getting the girl. :) Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7958252302118437182?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7958252302118437182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7958252302118437182&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7958252302118437182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7958252302118437182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-ocd-is-kicking-in.html' title='{My OCD is kicking in..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1405526420284406868</id><published>2009-12-12T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:49:25.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Survey Saturday}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="readbulletinBody" id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Pick a word that starts with the first letter of you first name:&lt;br /&gt;-Kisses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that you care more about than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-My kids and my dogs and my bf-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you going out with the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;-Um, duh, I am.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you been to the ER for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-Um, just once.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past 72 hours have you been under the influence?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you disappointed in anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;-Well no one else is going to do it that's for sure.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people think about you that isn't true?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know. I don't really listen to their BS anymore.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many months until your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;-Like 6-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;-The TV..so exciting! *not*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure. Who hasn't?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the first person you can think of that you know that has a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;-Me!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;-Celery!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a guy that knows everything or mostly everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;-Yup.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;br /&gt;-I could, yes. But will I? No. lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you want more than anything in your life?&lt;br /&gt;-Happy babies.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like winter time?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure do!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;-D is making me sit through the new Terminator right now.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you see your crush kissing another person.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have a crush..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever lose a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah. Over the years I've lost many.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something was wrong, who is the first boy you would go to?&lt;br /&gt;-My bf-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first girl you'd go to?&lt;br /&gt;-My sister.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;-My kids telling me they love me :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think someone has fallen in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;-He better have ;-)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have brown eyes?&lt;br /&gt;-No, I have blue eyes. Pay attention!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay with making a total fool of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-I guess so. I do it frequently lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you saw someone really attractive?&lt;br /&gt;-Every day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at anyone?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't suck lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you wish you could be spending time with right now?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone you'd bang right now?&lt;br /&gt;-Uh, no lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you sad at all this week?&lt;br /&gt;-Not really.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of bottoms are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;-Sweats.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;-Sure. I have a 2yr old. He is always holding my hand.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could do something differently, would you go back?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;-No.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;-Same thing I'm doing now, avoiding doing anything productive lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you see yourself dropping out of high school?&lt;br /&gt;-I saw nothing of the sort.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your belly button pierced?&lt;br /&gt;-Used to.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever texted someone while you were in the same room?&lt;br /&gt;-lol Sure-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you complete all of your homework or put it off until last minute?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have homework..thank heaven.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your current myspace status mean?&lt;br /&gt;-Doesn't mean much of anything.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;-Bug.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke weed everyday?&lt;br /&gt;-I don't and have never smoked weed.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a month without cursing?&lt;br /&gt;-I could attempt it.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you just don’t understand?&lt;br /&gt;-There are several things.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with EVERYONE in your family?&lt;br /&gt;-lmao..not even close.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random person yells to you "Hey baby." You say&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing. I assume he is talking to the skank near me lol-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found out your best friend was smoking weed, would you be upset?&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah kind of. She has kids and knows better.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1405526420284406868?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1405526420284406868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1405526420284406868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1405526420284406868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1405526420284406868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/survey-saturday.html' title='{Survey Saturday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5535743142211862717</id><published>2009-12-10T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:10:52.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{The boringness}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have been trying fix my layout for the last 2 days to no avail. I can't get the main element to shift down and it's too close to my left side bar. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G is sick with strep again, his pedi informed me that he needs to see an ENT doctor because he has it so often. I'm a little bit nervous about it. He's staying with my grandparents the rest of this week so that he's not spreading it to the kids here. Poor kid. I hope they can figure out something to do so it doesn't keep coming back. I hate to see him so miserable :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the kids Christmas program on Monday. Unfortunately G wasn't able to participate because they sent him home sick (for a 100.2 temp), but the drama queen did go and did great! They don't do traditional songs anymore though, which kind of annoys me. I understand that they can't do ones about Jesus/God but whatever happened to Santa Clause is Coming to Town or I Saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause? Those were the ones I sang in grade school. I just don't see the harm I guess. If they're worried about offending someone who doesn't do Santa then why not do a couple Hanukkah songs or Kwanzaa. Maybe it's just my open mindedness. I wish they would have though. I also wish someone had taken pictures of me when I did my programs so I could show you all how awesome it was lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the drama queen's song (they did 3 but they take forever to upload lol). I have no clue why there is no sound, cause my camera takes it :-/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Dawn%20and%20Tristen/100_0570.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I better go. See? Nothing exciting to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5535743142211862717?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5535743142211862717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5535743142211862717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5535743142211862717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5535743142211862717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/boringness.html' title='{The boringness}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3360762035938468252</id><published>2009-12-06T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:46:36.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Ornaments, Lights, &amp; other fun stuff}</title><content type='html'>We are all aware of my love for dogs, especially mine, I've been making dog treats for the last year now, I love it. But it's not making me all that much money. Which frustrates me because my dogs love them and I know that if I could just get a good review for them on 1 site, then I could sell a ton of them. I'm sending some of them to my Secret Santa on &lt;a href="http://www.chihuahua-people.com/"&gt;CP&lt;/a&gt;. I hope she likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon browsing the internet (glorious as it is) I stumbled upon the recipe for salt dough ornaments. I made a few for my 2 and then made a listing for them on &lt;a href="http://preciouspetpastries.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. I figured I might sell one or 2. I expected no more than that. But, I sold 3! One was even sold to a friend from CP. Yay! So I'm hoping that I'll sell a few more before Christmas and I can have a little more money for a good gift for D. He gave me that camera and he is always getting me such awesome things for my birthday and Christmas. I want to get him something he really wants. Which he informed me comes in the form of the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-King-Transitions-Book-III/dp/0786952334"&gt;R.A. Salvatore novel&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway- with any luck I'll sell some more and have enough for that book plus maybe help out with buying for the other kids in the family. Lets keep our fingers crossed shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ark. aunt surprised us all the weekend after Thanksgiving by coming up for a visit! So awesome! She brought with her my uncle Ray, cousins Ericka (with her daughter Rylee) and Kelsie (with her hubby Luke and their son Clayton). She also brought her new wire haired dachshund :). You know I loved &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. We all went to the Festival of Lights Parade. It was the same as last year, but the kids from Ark. didn't know that and the little ones didn't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: D got me an awesome pair of boot slippers from wal-mart today. Loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I guess I should get off here now and finish watching &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/girlsnextdoor/index.jsp"&gt;The Girls Next Door&lt;/a&gt; finale and the premeire of Holly World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3360762035938468252?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3360762035938468252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3360762035938468252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3360762035938468252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3360762035938468252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/ornaments-lights-other-fun-stuff.html' title='{Ornaments, Lights, &amp; other fun stuff}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2492394268947040212</id><published>2009-12-03T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:31:00.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{But it fits in there!}</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear sweet Bug. How I wish you would hurry up and pass this horrible terrible 2 faze. I have had it up to &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt; with finding that you got into things while I was in the shower or doing the dishes or hell even when I lock you out of the bathroom long enough to pee alone. Apparently your sticky fingers are my punishment for needing 5 seconds to my self. Clearly I am a horrible mother for this. I understand. But really, it's time to stop now. &lt;b&gt;Grow up&lt;/b&gt;! Look at me! Stay out of the stocking stuffers! Those are not for you! I'm sure the drama queen and G will be so happy to see that the little stamp kit I bought has been opened and is now missing paper and stamps. Super fun! Or how about the recorder that I bought for drama queen that you insist on playing with even though I've put it up a million times and warned you &lt;i&gt;not to touch it&lt;/i&gt;! Clearly you have your fathers hearing and the only thing you heard me say was &lt;i&gt;touch it&lt;/i&gt;. I am not amused Bug, not at all. But today was the last straw! I'm shipping you off to military school (they have that for toddlers right?). I will let the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The VCR in the toy room. Please excuse the sharpie.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sxgs6OB1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZCVwR17cEHI/s1600-h/100_0413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sxgs6OB1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZCVwR17cEHI/s320/100_0413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My beloved Palm Centro hidden in the VCR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SxgtLYp-fMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/K7_fyrAR9Ew/s1600-h/100_0414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SxgtLYp-fMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/K7_fyrAR9Ew/s320/100_0414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Confessing all to his imaginary friend on the phone. It's a good thing he's so cute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SxgtccqibQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4zDiSea-lOI/s1600-h/100_0419.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SxgtccqibQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/4zDiSea-lOI/s320/100_0419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, KNOCK IT OFF. :) kiloveyoubye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2492394268947040212?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2492394268947040212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2492394268947040212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2492394268947040212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2492394268947040212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-it-fits-in-there.html' title='{But it fits in there!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sxgs6OB1UpI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZCVwR17cEHI/s72-c/100_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8305559262824443367</id><published>2009-11-27T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:06:22.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Gimme that bag! or Entering a contest}</title><content type='html'>Oh ladies, ladies, ladies. I love a good give away and this one has got to be one of my favorites! I am a handbag &lt;i&gt;addict&lt;/i&gt; but have yet to find one after giving up the diaper bag. Until now. One of my very favorite blogs &lt;a href="http://www.thetamom.com/"&gt;Theta Mom&lt;/a&gt; has a give away for an amazing bag from &lt;a href="http://www.handbagheaven.com/"&gt;Handbag Heaven&lt;/a&gt;. It's called the Trudi Timeless Tote and I would kill for it ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristinsig-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristinsig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8305559262824443367?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8305559262824443367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8305559262824443367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8305559262824443367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8305559262824443367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/gimme-that-bag-or-entering-contest.html' title='{Gimme that bag! or Entering a contest}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5893764130892391544</id><published>2009-11-25T17:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:38:27.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Who stole my ice cream?? or Leggo my McFlurry}</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a craving for a food and just absolutely had to have it (aside from when you were pregnant)? Last night I had the worst craving for ice cream ever! So I put my shoes on and &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; as I'm walking out the door I hear a little voice coming from the bedroom, "mama!" it says. I sighed, took off my coat, and kicked off my shoes. I really have to say I was rather annoyed that D couldn't get up off his ass and go get him so I could just go and come back. But he couldn't. So I sit there for 10min. waiting for D to get done with "this game" and the minute I asked Bug if he wanted to sit with daddy while I went to get ice cream he started whining and I had to take him with me. *ugh* I bundle him up, put my coat and shoes back on and drive up the road to McDonalds. I got 2 double cheeseburgers, a large coke, and a small M&amp;amp;M McFlurry. We get home and Bug automatically removes his coat, grabs my ice cream and heads for the toy room to watch tv. WTF?&amp;nbsp; He wouldn't even &lt;i&gt;share&lt;/i&gt; it with me! My &lt;b&gt;own &lt;/b&gt;ice cream!! I didn't get a single bite until he was done, which left me with mostly melted ice cream. *blah* Why does my little man do this to me? And why wasn't I smart enough to order 2 McFlurries knowing that I would return home and lose mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a huge booger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't believe me, he just brought me his PJ pants and his diaper informing me that it as "yuck" and proceeded to dig at his butt in attempt to wipe it (there was nothing to wipe off by the way..that would have been gross). I think it's time to be more firm with the potty training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristinsig-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristinsig-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5893764130892391544?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5893764130892391544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5893764130892391544&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5893764130892391544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5893764130892391544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/who-stole-my-ice-cream-or-leggo-my.html' title='{Who stole my ice cream?? or Leggo my McFlurry}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1341601009848394721</id><published>2009-11-24T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:24:05.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{I don't get it..}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090716/425.pattinson.newmoon.moyer.trueblood.071609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20090716/425.pattinson.newmoon.moyer.trueblood.071609.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo credit: &lt;a href="http://au.eonline.com/uberblog/the_awful_truth/index.2.html?categories=kellan_lutz"&gt;e! online&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you have been reading my blog for any amount of time, you know that I am a True Blood addict. I've never been a girl who enjoys a vampire movie (with the exception of &lt;i&gt;Interview with a Vampire&lt;/i&gt;) and never classified myself as a sci-fi lover (or even a liker to be honest). But when I discovered this show (while searching through on demand for something good to watch) I fell in love. I love the story line the characters and the hotness of the guys (who wouldn't? &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; at them! *drools* Bill). I think Allen Balls' portrayal of how vampires have always been made out to be like is very good. The show leaves you wanting more with every single episode. I've DVR'd both seasons at this point lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then we have Twilight, I didn't read the books. But I did go ahead and rent the movie to be fair before I said I hated it lol. I sat there through the whole thing thinking, "How are these vampires..vampires?" Through out history vampires have always been night time monsters. Only leaving their coffins at dusk to terrorize the humans and feed off of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edward Cullen and his "family" don't burst into flames in the sunlight, they &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sparkle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Which confused me completely but figured perhaps it was just something different. Then I realized, "they don't have fangs either!" How the hell are they vampires without fangs?? I don't understand this at all. Not only that, but they're &lt;i&gt;vegetarians.&lt;/i&gt; Now, on True Blood the vampires are able to survive after the japenese have invented synthetic blood, what do the Cullens feed off of? In the whole movie, I never saw them feed (until the end when Edward saves Bella). Soo...how are they even still walking around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could someone please explain to me how you can be a vampire with no fangs and simply glitter in the sunlight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've just been spoiled True Blood. Or maybe the author of Twilight is crazy. I guess we'll never know for sure will we? If you have the answers to my questions, feel free to comment ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D has decided he doesn't want to go anywhere for Thanksgiving. So I'm hoping that we can just send the drama queen off with his grandmother and my grandmother is taking G. Maybe we can go get a little bit of shopping done? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do know that I'm super excited to host Christmas at our place this year though. I'm googling like crazy trying to put together our dinner though. I'm feeding at &lt;i&gt;least &lt;/i&gt;14 people depending on if my mothers fiance brings his small children and if my brother brings his girlfriend. My other brother won't come because of drama (whatever). I really hope I can get everything together, I've never hosted a holiday before. It might be a good tradition to start :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which leads me to the menu. I'm making a ham (because people are usually on turkey over load from Thanksgiving anyway) as the main dish. I'm hoping to do at least 3 sides; green bean casserole, cheese potatoes, stuffing, and maybe mac&amp;amp;cheese (because it's something I know the kids will eat without a second thought). I'm going to ask my mother to bring deviled eggs (because she is the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; at them) and I'm going to ask my sister to bring a desert. I'm also making a desert though so we have variety, I'm thinking a cake of some kind, but I'm not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you tell that I'm a total over planner? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1341601009848394721?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1341601009848394721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1341601009848394721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1341601009848394721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1341601009848394721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-get-it.html' title='{I don&apos;t get it..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3866422312198840437</id><published>2009-11-20T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:12:23.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{My 2nd Post Today!}</title><content type='html'>Woo I'm really getting to the bottom of my laundry basket today..NOT. *haha* I was reading 1 of my fave blogs &lt;a href="http://www.thetamom.com/"&gt;ThetaMom&lt;/a&gt; and she posted a super fun survey :). So I'm stealing it and posting it too! Woohoo! Lets begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ritchie Valens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your first kiss? &lt;strong&gt;School bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else’s property? &lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever hit someone of the opposite sex? &lt;strong&gt;Several times lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever sung in front of a large number of people?&lt;strong&gt; Not that I remember lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s the first thing you notice about your preferred sex? &lt;strong&gt;Their body obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What really turns you off? &lt;strong&gt;Bad breathe *gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you order at Starbucks? &lt;strong&gt;I'm more of Gloria Jeans type of a girl :). I get the cookies and cream mocha chiller *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your biggest mistake? &lt;strong&gt;Oh lord. I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever hurt yourself on purpose? &lt;strong&gt;Does staying with a bad boyfriend for way too long count? &amp;lt;--that would have been my answer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Say something totally random about yourself. &lt;strong&gt;If I had to choose between tacos and my boyfriend...there's a good chance I would choose the taco's (love you honey bunny!) *haha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? &lt;b&gt;Not that I'm aware of...Do you think I look like a celebrity??&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you still watch kiddie movies or TV shows? &lt;strong&gt;Mine and D's first date was to Shrek 3. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you have braces? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you comfortable with your height? &lt;strong&gt;Pretty much. I'm 5'7" so there's really nothing to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is the most romantic thing someone of the preferred sex has done for you? &lt;strong&gt;Hmm..I don't think any one has ever done anything overly romantic for me. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When do you know its love? &lt;strong&gt;When you can't picture the rest of your life without that person in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you speak any other languages? &lt;strong&gt;I can sing an entire Backstreet Boys song in Spanish lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever been to a tanning salon? &lt;strong&gt;Duuuuh! That was the thing to do when I was younger. Now not so much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What magazines do you read? &lt;strong&gt;PlayBoy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever ridden in a limo? &lt;strong&gt;Only at a funeral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Has anyone you were really close to passed away? &lt;strong&gt;My grandfather passed a few years ago. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you watch MTV? &lt;strong&gt;I DVR The Hills. I can't help myself. And I looooved 16 and pregnant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What’s something that really annoys you? &lt;strong&gt;When people talk with their mouth full or smack their lips when they eat *puke*.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What’s something you really like? &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like Michael Jackson? &lt;strong&gt;I like his early stuff but I wasn't fond of his later years. I was never a HUGE fan or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Can you dance? &lt;strong&gt;Bug thinks I'm a GREAT dancer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What’s the latest you have ever stayed up? &lt;strong&gt;All night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever been rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? &lt;strong&gt;Yes. Actually when I was little we got in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you actually read these when other people fill them out? &lt;strong&gt;Occassionally lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3866422312198840437?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3866422312198840437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3866422312198840437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3866422312198840437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3866422312198840437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-2nd-post-today.html' title='{My 2nd Post Today!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4111212949993391648</id><published>2009-11-20T12:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:50:37.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Oh happy Friday!}</title><content type='html'>I have no clue what to post about at this point. I slept until 11am. Which was a blessing because I could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; keep my eyes open when I got back from taking the kids to the bus stop. I didn't even hang up my hoodie when I walked in the door, I just threw it at the closet (what? Stop looking at me like that! I'm allowed to do that too ya know! Pfft.) and started walking towards the bedroom. I think that it has something to do with the 2 Tylenol PM's I took last night. I love Tylenol PM. I always sleep so sound when I take them. I know how someone could get addicted to them. No joke. Luckily, I have 1 of the laziest 2yr olds on the planet lol. He didn't wake up until 11am either! It helps that he wakes up and wants some booby and ends up going back to sleep. Is this healthy of us? Probably not. Ask me if I really care lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few ideas on what to get the kids (nieces/nephews) for Christmas. We're only buying for the kids (just like last year) because the rest of the family has someone else to buy for them (spouse, signifacent other, ect.) Anyway- D's cousins little girl is about a year older than Bug so I thought I'd get her a little high chair for her babies (or something for her babies). We got her an awesome baby doll last year that cries when you walk by lol. Bug loved that thing! They have a bunch of cute things as far as high chairs and strollers at wal-mart. I was thinking maybe some Dinosoure stuff for his other cousins little boy. The last time I saw him he was still into them. I dunno though. I guess I should ask someone lol. As far as Monkey (my nephew) goes I think we're getting him&amp;nbsp; a savings bond along with B. He doesn't need any more toys and he really doesn't need clothes lol. My sister and BIL &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; got rid of a ton of toys Monkey never even played with. So I don't think getting more would be very helpful. I might get him something small to open at our Christmas though. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go at some point and get D that R.A. Salvatore book he has been wanting. As a surprise since he got me my camera (woot woot!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to bake my puppy treats and package up my secret santa stuff for my chihuahua secret santa. I hope she likes the stuff I'm sending her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4111212949993391648?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4111212949993391648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4111212949993391648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4111212949993391648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4111212949993391648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-clue-what-to-post-about-at.html' title='{Oh happy Friday!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-598872805798103466</id><published>2009-11-19T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:24:51.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{I love my kids}</title><content type='html'>I don't usually get the kids up for school until around 7:15-20. They have to be on the bus by 7:38 but they prefer to eat breakfast at school (apparently cafeteria food is better than mommy's. Pfft.), I figure they don't need to be up that early if they're not eating breakfast at home. Well this morning I was barely awake enough to push the snooze button for the third time when I hear, "Mommy.." and open my eyes to see G standing beside the bed. At first I thought he wanted in bed with me, but when I finally focused enough to actually comprehend my surroundings, I saw that he was fully dressed (including coat and backpack). He said, "I'm ready to go." I smiled and said, "It's not even time to get up yet bud." So he said he'd make himself some breakfast. I got up with that and got him and the drama queen pop tarts (realy nutritional, I know, sue me). They sat and watched cartoons for the rest of the time. I love how he's old enough to get himself up in the morning now. There's no fighting with him, he just does it. The drama queen has been this way for some time now, usually pretty easy to wake up and quick to get dressed. I'm just really glad G has decided to cooperate in the morning as well. And to tell you the truth, I think them eating breakfast at school has a little to do with it. He doesn't have to be up as early, so he can sleep just a little bit longer, and we all know that every little bit of extra sleep you get helps you cope with the day. At least that's how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to start Christmas shopping! I just can't believe it's only 35 days away. We don't have anything yet! Blame that on D though because we could have been buying for months but didn't. So anyway- we're going this weekend and getting the Wii with the controlers and the accessories. I have to say I'm a little apprehensive about buying it because they (the drama queen and G) aren't big into video games. We got them Leapsters last year for Christmas and they rarely play them &lt;strike&gt;this could be because D insists that the adapters charge the Leapster therefore they don't need batteries. Okie&lt;/strike&gt;. They don't show much interest in the x-box, they would rather play outside. There aren't that many outside toys we can get them though because we got them bikes a few years ago which they still ride, and the neighbor kids tend to steal and break toys around here (apparently their parents never taught them about respecting other peoples property). I just hope this is a gift &lt;i&gt;for the kids&lt;/i&gt; and not &lt;i&gt;for D&lt;/i&gt;. Ya know? We were also planning on getting the drama queen an MP3 player, but D said we shouldn't get her that now we should just get her a radio. She wouldn't be allowed to take the MP3 player outside or anything (because of the neighbor kids) so it would be pointless. I disagree and even though I wasn't allowed to take my CD player (oh yeah, I'm old school) out of the house unless going somewhere with the family; I still had one. I think she should have one too. Right? G has no clue what he wants for Christmas. I'll probably take him to wal-mart and have him pick stuff out and go back later to buy it lol. He's so hard to shop for these days though. *Sigh* I feel as though it's only gonna get worse too. Bug is getting a work bench :). I can't wait to see him flip out over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SwVUgdue4eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z6gKxtjxXgY/s1600/Bryson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SwVUgdue4eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z6gKxtjxXgY/s400/Bryson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my nephew, B. He's about 4mo. old now. I have never met him. I was on his mothers face book list long enough to snag this picture. Isn't he the cutest?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-598872805798103466?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/598872805798103466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=598872805798103466&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/598872805798103466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/598872805798103466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-kids.html' title='{I love my kids}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SwVUgdue4eI/AAAAAAAAAWg/z6gKxtjxXgY/s72-c/Bryson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7433300036827838676</id><published>2009-11-14T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:15:12.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just 1 reason I love him..}</title><content type='html'>I needed a new camera so bad. But decided it'd be super fun to smash the screen on my kodak, not fabulous. I've been taking pictures with it but just had to guess where I was aiming lol. So I'd been asking D for a new camera for Christmas. 2 days ago he calls me after work and just says, "I'm gonna send you a picture of something and I want you to say yes or no." I was a little confused but said OK. I thought maybe it was another puppy or maybe a 'ring' (dreaming right?). But it was &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=11070034"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; camera. Awesome right? I'd been telling him I wanted a cheap one I'd seen, but he picked up this one at &lt;a href="http://www.shopaarons.com/"&gt;Aarons&lt;/a&gt; when paying for my laptop. I am so happy with it! I haven't gotten a chance to really play around with it yet, I'm hoping to get to more this week and by next weekend take Christmas pictures with it. I did play with it that day a little bit though. Check out those pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G and Thumbelina (he was eating a cookie lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/100_0039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/100_0039.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drama queen looking super thrilled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/100_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/100_0035.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Lina Beana :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Pets/100_0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Pets/100_0008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My future cop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/100_0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/100_0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't the pictures great? I love them! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D and I got our first date night in &lt;b&gt;months&lt;/b&gt;. Where did we go? What did we do? Well ladies, although I know you'd &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; juicy details, I gotta keep this blog G Rated and family friend ;-). So, we went to a bar where D had to play pool. It wasn't something I could do every weekend, but it was so horribly better than sitting at home..alone..with kids. So we &lt;strike&gt;pawned&lt;/strike&gt; dropped the kids off with the grandparents! Thank heaven for grandparents! Anyway, we sat there for about 2hrs while he shot and I watched. It was a good time to tell you the truth. I'd never admit it to my mother, but I never really minded sitting at bars. If it weren't for the drunks, I'd have loved it back &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; too. After the bar we went back home...that's all you're gettin' ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you know how much I love leaving Bug with my grandparents coming to pick him up, to walk in the door and him see me, and get &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; excited about seeing me. That's what happened tonight when I walked in the door to pick him up, he just kept saying, "mama! mama!" (yeah, he's calling me 'mama' now). I love it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK- I'm going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7433300036827838676?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7433300036827838676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7433300036827838676&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7433300036827838676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7433300036827838676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-1-reason-i-love-him.html' title='{Just 1 reason I love him..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/th_100_0039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7293922839584489193</id><published>2009-11-11T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:49:42.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{The Ugly Truth is...}</title><content type='html'>That I am a movie-a-holic. Sorry people. Another post about a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvuSb03gkqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uI6yxmwzvu0/s1600-h/ugly_truth_ver2_xlg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvuSb03gkqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uI6yxmwzvu0/s640/ugly_truth_ver2_xlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I tell you what ladies, *sigh*, this movie is &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt;! I was afraid that it might be one of those moves that showed all the funny parts in the previews, I was so wrong (I know crazy right?). Kartherine Heigl and Gerard Butler are too funny in this romantic comedy about a shock tv personality and an uptight control freak producer. It had several funny parts and I was laughing non-stop! If you're in the mood for a laugh (or 10) &lt;i&gt;see this movie&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My ornaments came out &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;! As soon as I can I'm gonna post some pics of them! I'm obsessed at this point lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alrighty- I better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7293922839584489193?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7293922839584489193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7293922839584489193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7293922839584489193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7293922839584489193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-truth-is.html' title='{The Ugly Truth is...}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvuSb03gkqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/uI6yxmwzvu0/s72-c/ugly_truth_ver2_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6930822423819535070</id><published>2009-11-07T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:18:48.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Oh help me! I've caught it!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvYj3DV-nJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZJ44SDsxZqc/s1600-h/cookiespic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvYj3DV-nJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZJ44SDsxZqc/s320/cookiespic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hello_naomi/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, Christmas is about 7wks away (holy crap &lt;b&gt;7wks&lt;/b&gt;!) but I just can't help but be in the spirit this year. I'm not sure what it is. Maybe it's because Bug is finally old enough to fully grasp the concept of gifts, which means playing more with the toys than with the boxes. Or maybe it's this Secret Santa I'm participating in on my &lt;a href="http://www.chihuahua-people.com/"&gt;chihuahua forum&lt;/a&gt;. Who knows the reason. I'm just so blissfully happy that it's almost that time of year! Aren't you? Aren't you all just extatic that in just a few weeks you'll be able to say "Merry Christmas" to everyone you meet?! *Sigh* I love it! I can't wait for Bug to experience all the fun stuff I got to show G and the drama queen at his age. I can't wait for him to see the &lt;a href="http://www.cityofeastpeoria.com/index.cfm?pageID=28"&gt;Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt; and be able to pay attention to the parade lol. I can't wait to then take him to &lt;a href="http://www.cityofeastpeoria.com/index.cfm?pageID=75"&gt;Folepi's Winter Wonderland&lt;/a&gt; after the parade, which is 1 of my favorite parts of Christmas. I'm just so excited! Aside from all the festivities in my neighborhood, I'm also super excited about the crafty-ness of what I discovered on a &lt;a href="http://www.diyalert.com/"&gt;DIY&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diyalert.com/files_crafty/permacookie17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://www.diyalert.com/files_crafty/permacookie17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aren't those cute? I think they are just adorable. I'm excited to do them too. &lt;strike&gt;I seem to be excited about a lot of things this year.&lt;/strike&gt; I thought the kids would enjoy doing them. It's something we can do together that would last forever. Ya know? Plus, for the past 6yrs I've been &lt;i&gt;buying&lt;/i&gt; 1 ornament per child and that's expensive. Except for Bug because I wanted to make his and I just never did. I think I found a great way to catch him up though lol. Woohoo! I can't wait to show you all the finished product. I'm going to make a few testers tomorrow and see how they turn out. We went to get my ribbon and the varnish tonight. Yay! lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While I'm on the subject of Christmas..time out...Bug is attempting to wear my bra lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Video_110709_001.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK, back on track. My sister and I took Monkey (my 2yr old nephew) and Bug to the mall. They had the Santas Village set up, we let the boys ride the train :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" height="361" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Video_110609_001.flv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/Photo_110609_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/Photo_110609_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also went to Build-A-Bear and my sister bought both boys a puppy..it's adorable! All the pictures I have of him with it though are blurry cause he doesn't ever stop moving lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6930822423819535070?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6930822423819535070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6930822423819535070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6930822423819535070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6930822423819535070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-help-me-ive-caught-it.html' title='{Oh help me! I&apos;ve caught it!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvYj3DV-nJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ZJ44SDsxZqc/s72-c/cookiespic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6408587519063650874</id><published>2009-11-05T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:34:09.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{hahaha!}</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I seriously think this could have written about D. No joke it sounds just like something he would be crazy enough to pull! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvNsWcsNzCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/WAD02zq9zCk/s1600-h/Shop_Alone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvNsWcsNzCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/WAD02zq9zCk/s400/Shop_Alone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched GI Joe last night, for a PG movie, it wasn't too bad. G seemed to enjoy it. I didn't really love it or anything though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you all aware that Christmas is just a few weeks away?? I am so excited! This will be the first year that Bug will really know what's going on, and he's pretty much loving it so far. I've taken him to the Christmas isles at Wal-mart several times and he thinks the trees/decorations are amazing! I can't wait to see what he thinks about the tree! I really need to get on making him his ornaments. G has a Precious Moments ornament for every year (I think) and Bug doesn't even have a Baby's First yet. How sad. In my defense though, I want to &lt;b&gt;make&lt;/b&gt; his and I need to print of the pictures for that. I'm pokey about it. They'll still be there though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting in the mood here people! Be expecting 'christmas list' posts soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6408587519063650874?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6408587519063650874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6408587519063650874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6408587519063650874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6408587519063650874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahaha.html' title='{hahaha!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SvNsWcsNzCI/AAAAAAAAAVA/WAD02zq9zCk/s72-c/Shop_Alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8909863247731088549</id><published>2009-11-02T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:25:27.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{Just a bunch of blah}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weirdreaction.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/orphan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://weirdreaction.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/orphan.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo credit:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.weirdreaction.com/"&gt;weirdreaction.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another evil child has managed to crawl her way onto the small screen. This movie is horribly creepy! I was on the edge of the couch the entire time. It's about this couple that choose to adopt an older child, Esther. But the mother, Kate, quickly becomes suspicious of their new girl as odd things begin to happen around her. It's just...creepy. It's not scary. But definitely creepy. You should just rent it and tell me what you think! It's a guaranteed spooky dream inducing movie.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I bought a new bra today...Victorias Secret is the best store on earth. Don't pretend like you don't agree. There is no better feeling than buying a bra that actually fits you. And I've been wearing a nursing bra for the last 2yrs. Thank heaven D gave me money to go buy a new one today. *sigh* It's fabulous...and...my boobies shrank lol. Looves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sort of in a funk lately. I don't know why. I feel a little bit out of whack. Maybe it's because of what I've recently learned about my dad or maybe it's just the weather mixed with the time change. I don't know. I'm hoping to pull out of it soon though, cause it's depressing to be in a funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychicpower.com/CMFiles/Images/ghost_whisperer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://www.psychicpower.com/CMFiles/Images/ghost_whisperer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK, I think I should go back to watching The Ghost Whisperer. Who doesn't love this show??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8909863247731088549?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8909863247731088549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8909863247731088549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8909863247731088549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8909863247731088549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-bunch-of-blah.html' title='{Just a bunch of blah}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5793095180676677722</id><published>2009-11-01T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:27:18.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>{He has new kids..}</title><content type='html'>*Sigh* Since I started this new blog a couple months ago I've tried to keep it neutral. I didn't want to make it about venting or airing my dirty laundry as my other had been. I'm at a new point in my life. I don't have a lot of drama and I can't be happier about that. I don't enjoy drama. But yet here I am. Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my great-gradmothers birthday party today and my little brother informed me of something about my dad. Now, I have never had a good relationship with my father. For most of my life I think he just tolerated our presence. I have moved past that, I have a somewhat healthy relationship with him now. Sure he had to go to rehab for that to happen but who cares how it came about right? The important thing is that I feel like I finally have a dad now, one that actually cares about me. So when my little brother told me today that my dad has a girlfriend, I was a little surprised. He always said he didn't date, that he didn't feel the need. What &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; got me was that he said my dad took her children trick-or-treating. O_O Excuse me?? I am 26yrs old and have &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;been trick-or-treating with my father. So that shocked me quite a bit. Then I asked how old they are, because he said he would never date a woman who has young kids. 10 and 11. O_O Here is where I started to get a little bit upset. Then my brother told me that my dad and his girlfriend were going to Chicago, that my dad called my brother and asked him where to take her. *Sigh* Why do I feel so...hurt..about this? I'm over the fact that he treated us like crap. He has drank and done drugs our entire lives, which lead to his behavior. But then he meets this other woman and BOOM he wants to spend time with her kids?? *Sigh* So then my brother says that not only has he done the previous things but he has &lt;i&gt;slowed down on his drinking&lt;/i&gt; he told my brother that it's &lt;i&gt;about time he slowed down&lt;/i&gt;. What. The. F???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it twisted, I have no problem with my parents dating other people. My mother has been with her fiance for 5yrs. I don't care. It's not about that. It's about the fact that he's &lt;b&gt;my dad&lt;/b&gt; but he never did &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; like that with us. I dunno. Perhaps I'm over thinking it. It just sort of hurt my feelings, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5793095180676677722?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5793095180676677722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5793095180676677722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5793095180676677722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5793095180676677722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-has-new-kids.html' title='{He has new kids..}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6902656300894017065</id><published>2009-10-30T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:03:41.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{I was just day dreaming}</title><content type='html'>So, if you know me IRL then you know that a few years ago I was engaged. Yes. Engaged. How don't I have a husband you ask? Drama. That's all I'll say about it. K? :) But now that things are going so well with us again, I'm starting to get &lt;i&gt;the itch&lt;/i&gt; on my ring finger. I've told D time and time again that I won't pressure him to get engaged. I don't want to push it on him like I did the first time. I basically told him last time that if we weren't engaged after 3yrs that we needed to just forget about it because clearly it was never going to happen. So I got the ring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sut1IqLUNnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ouRgu7S2CoQ/s1600-h/Engagement+Ring1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sut1IqLUNnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ouRgu7S2CoQ/s320/Engagement+Ring1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;(b-e-a-u-tiful isn't it? huge though. And came up missing while I was in the hospital with Bug.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as Christmas approaches I once again have my heart set on getting engaged. Of course I can't get my hopes up because chances are D (who says it'll never happen now) will never get the itch. Doesn't stop me from searching for that perfect ring though lol. And that's what I did today, googled engagement rings. But now I'm going in a more antique direction isntead of the 'princess' cute diamond with a plain silver band. I want a little more bling, with an antique feel. Something that my grandmother would have gotten (although hers is a gold band).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bridology.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/vintage-engagement-ring-art-deco-style-bridal-ring-set.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://bridology.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/vintage-engagement-ring-art-deco-style-bridal-ring-set.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.bridology.com/"&gt;bridology.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have fallen in love with this one. I think it's classic and blingy :). I think it's friggin' &lt;b&gt;perfect&lt;/b&gt; and if I was choosing a ring for myself (which I did last time) I would absolutely want something like this. It's a 3/4 carat art deco with matching wedding band. How can you &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fall in love with this ring? Of course who could look at engagement rings without also looking at wedding dresses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Should I get married I want something simple. No big fancy wedding. Something outdoors and small with just family and friends. ;) Which means a big princess ball gown isn't going to fit in real well. So I want something A-line, sort of vintagy but still a tad bit modern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bride.ca/wedding-ideas/images/Blog/Gowns/EdenBridals/2010-WeddingDress-2332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bride.ca/wedding-ideas/images/Blog/Gowns/EdenBridals/2010-WeddingDress-2332.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.bride.ca/"&gt;bride.ca&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course I would want the pink sash ;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK- I'm done lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6902656300894017065?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6902656300894017065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6902656300894017065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6902656300894017065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6902656300894017065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-just-day-dreaming.html' title='{I was just day dreaming}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sut1IqLUNnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ouRgu7S2CoQ/s72-c/Engagement+Ring1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3232408738542947674</id><published>2009-10-28T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:01:07.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Save a life...adopt}</title><content type='html'>I found this on craigslist. I debated about posting it for about a minute. I know it might seem a little hypocritical of me to be so against breeding dogs/cats when my own 2 beloved chihuahuas are from breeders. In my defense though, I searched for &lt;b&gt;months&lt;/b&gt; for a chihuahua in a shelter when I was looking for my first. I got the &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; reaction everywhere I applied to and with almost every rescue I contacted; "we don't adopt small breed dogs to&amp;nbsp; people with children that young". Even though I was a perfect choice for an adopter. I love my dogs as much as I love my kids, they are treated just like my kids (with the exception of I can leave them alone without a sitter lol). Both of my dogs are spayed/neutered. A choice I made &lt;i&gt;immediately &lt;/i&gt;after getting them. I refused to add to the pet overpopulation. End of story. I don't agree with breeding just to breed. I don't agree with breeders who are not breeding to better the breed. Just because a dog has a cute personality or a sweet face doesn't mean it should be bred. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- here is what I found. Be prepared to bawl. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Letter from a Shelter Manager at a High-Kill Shelter : &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think our society needs a huge " Wake-up" call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all. ..a view from the inside if you will. First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know. That puppy you just sold will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little puppy anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that dog will never walk out of the shelter it is going to be dumped at? Purebred or not! About 50% of all of the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays" that come into my shelter are purebred dogs. The most common excuses I hear are: "We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat)." Really? Where are you moving to that doesn't allow pets and why did you choose that place instead of a pet friendly home? Or they say "The dog got bigger than we thought it would." How big did you think a German Shepherd would get? "We don't have time for her." Really? I work a 10- 12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs! "She' s tearing up our yard." How about making her a part of your family? They always tell me: "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her we know he'll get adopted, she's a good dog." Odds are your pet won't get adopted &amp;amp; how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies. Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the "Bully" breeds (pit bull, rottie, mastiff, etc) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted. It doesn't matter how 'sweet' or 'well behaved' they are. If your dog doesn't get adopted within its 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will be destroyed. If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long. Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are destroyed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be destroyed because shelters just don't have the funds to pay for even a $100 treatment. Here's a little euthanasia 101 for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put-down".. ..First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always look like they think they are going for a walk - happy, wagging their tails. Until, they get to "The Room", every one of them freak out and put the brakes on when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it's strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by 1 or 2 vet techs depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the "pink stuff". Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk. I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with the resulting blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don't just "go to sleep", sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. When it all ends, your pet's corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back with all of the other animals that were killed waiting to be picked up like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Rendered into pet food? You'll never know and it probably won't even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right? I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head I deal with everyday on the way home from work. I hate my job, I hate that it exists &amp;amp; I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realize that the lives you are affecting go much further than the pets you dump at a shelter. Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are homes. My point to all of this: DON'T BREED OR BUY WHILE SHELTER PETS DIE! Hate me if you want to. The truth hurts and reality is what it is. I just hope I maybe changed one person's mind about breeding their dog, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this and it made me want to adopt." THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT! Saving one dog at a time will not change the world, but it will change the world for that one dog!! Spay/neuter and save lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3232408738542947674?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3232408738542947674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3232408738542947674&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3232408738542947674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3232408738542947674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-lifeadopt.html' title='{Save a life...adopt}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8473848185643239163</id><published>2009-10-27T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:58:58.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{It's almost time!}</title><content type='html'>So here I am! Yay! D got the evil virus off my computer by doing a simple restore. I am so happy to be done with it. So thank heaven for D and his computer genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things, Halloween is this weekend! Woohoo! I'm so excited! Bug is going as a clown this year. I tried his costume on him yesterday and a 2T doesn't fit. It's too small. *Grr* So I have to go get another one tomorrow and hopefully they still have one (and in his size). If not he'll have to be something else. Since he just got dressed up in a black and red costume last year, I would really love for him to get the experience this year, ya know? G is going as either SpiderMan or BatMan. He hasn't made up his mind yet, but he got both last year for Christmas/his birthday. So we're in the clear there. The drama queen isn't allowed to trick-or-treat this year. We threatened her with no Halloween a month ago when she refused to play by the rules at school or at home. She continued to behave badly so we took it from her. She's not allowed to go trick-or-treating, get a costume, or anything of that nature. This Friday they're having a Halloween parade at school and she doesn't even get to dress up for that. Do I feel bad about taking her Halloween from her? Sure. Do I think it will make a difference? Not in the slightest. She still thinks that she's going to get to go. She's wrong. D and I have talked about it several times. She gets &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; and I informed her that the other kids don't have to share their candy with her. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a parent/teacher meeting with both teachers tomorrow morning. *Ugh* I just wonder what they're gonna tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/KristinSig.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8473848185643239163?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8473848185643239163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8473848185643239163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8473848185643239163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8473848185643239163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-almost-time.html' title='{It&apos;s almost time!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5914931397841408244</id><published>2009-10-22T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:23:33.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Fishies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SuEvxXyrtNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/c9zlVoGIHv4/s1600-h/Photo_102209_005-713768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SuEvxXyrtNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/c9zlVoGIHv4/s320/Photo_102209_005-713768.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395646353813255378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SuEvxpN2X6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-j2sOXTw_FQ/s1600-h/Photo_102209_006-714535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SuEvxpN2X6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-j2sOXTw_FQ/s320/Photo_102209_006-714535.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395646358490603426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OK I still don&amp;#39;t have that damn virus off my laptop. It&amp;#39;s starting to annoy me but thanfully I have my fabulous palm centro :). Keep your fingers crossed that I can get it figured out soon. The sooner the better.&lt;p&gt;G and the drama queen are getting much better. What sucks is that I still can&amp;#39;t find who her doctor is and D doesn&amp;#39;t have a clue. Apparently she has never been to him before. I&amp;#39;m about to just take her to the boys&amp;#39; doctor and be done with it. She doesn&amp;#39;t have a fever anymore though. Just a cough. Nothing serious. G isn&amp;#39;t having any more bloody noses and he was feeling good enough to joke around with me on the phone today. Yay!!&lt;p&gt;D and I took the kids to walmart tonight. We got Bugs Halloween costume (clown) and looked around for a while. Since it was gross outside there was nothing else to do. We strolled into the pet section to pick up some temp food for the dogs (we ran out of ours yesterday and I couldn&amp;#39;t get to the store today), and decided to check out the fish. What we saw was just gross! The tanks are in bad need of a good cleaning. The rocks haven&amp;#39;t been changed in months and there were actually DEAD fish in the filters. Oh but that&amp;#39;s not the end of it, 1 of the fish was actually decaying...you could see bone. I took pictures. its so disgusting. they&amp;#39;re just fish and all, but they should be taken better care of than that.&lt;p&gt;OK. I better go now I&amp;#39;ve gotta get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5914931397841408244?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5914931397841408244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5914931397841408244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5914931397841408244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5914931397841408244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-fishies.html' title='Poor Fishies'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SuEvxXyrtNI/AAAAAAAAAT0/c9zlVoGIHv4/s72-c/Photo_102209_005-713768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-458594211076697635</id><published>2009-10-21T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:18:57.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viruses are evil!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh I have such craptastic luck with laptops. I decided to attempt to download a program from limewire. I should have known better but did I listen to my gut? Of course not! In my defense though I did scan it with AVG  and it picked up nothing. So really is it all my fault? Let&amp;#39;s just blame it on AVG. So this virus refuses to leave my computer.. It&amp;#39;s kind of like the last annoying person at a party and its like 3am but you can&amp;#39;t get them to leave. Don&amp;#39;t tell me you&amp;#39;ve never experienced something like that. Anyway, no matter how many times I run AVG and Windows Defender the damn thing is there when I restart the computer. I think I&amp;#39;m going to have to go to the actual file...or try to and try to delete it from there. And when I say &amp;#39;I&amp;#39; I mean D lol. I&amp;#39;m not about to get in there and screw something up any more than I already have. So as we speak my glorious laptop is sitting in the living room all alone and turned off. So sad. If anyone has any ideas as to how wlse to g&lt;br&gt;et rid of said evil virus, don&amp;#39;t hesitate to let me know.&lt;p&gt;So the drama queen is still sick and so is G. the doctor actually called today and said that G has strp on top of the flu. How fun. Luckily the antibiotic they gave him should clear everything up. Now I just need to figure out who the drama queens doctor is so that I can gether in there to see him and be done with all this crap. Luckiky Bug got the flu shot at his 2yr checkup so he won&amp;#39;t get sick again...at least not from this. I on the other hand was not smart enough to get that shot so I&amp;#39;ll probably get it. Blah.&lt;p&gt;Alrighty so everyone wish me luck with this virus. Hopefully we can get rid of it. I shall blog again soon (thanks to mail2blogger).&lt;p&gt;Kristin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-458594211076697635?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/458594211076697635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=458594211076697635&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/458594211076697635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/458594211076697635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/viruses-are-evil.html' title='Viruses are evil!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8443149560683736622</id><published>2009-10-20T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:49:38.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{I'm still here}</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I can't believe that I haven't blogged since last Thursday. I haven't even been that busy lol. I guess I just can't come up with anything interesting to blog about these days. But lord knows I'll never stop completely lol. I'm addicted &lt;strike&gt;(don't look at me that way you know you are too!)&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday night my grandmother gave me a call to inform me that G was sick. He had complained of an upset tummy that morning but he is just like me when it comes to school, he doesn't want to get up in the morning and go (who does?). So I told him he had to go to school and if he was still sick when he got there to tell his teacher. The school never called so I assumed he was fine. Anyway- all weekend I was getting reports of 103 temps and coughs. Finally on Sunday he got a &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; bloody nose (he does that sometimes at their house because it's so dry there). I called his doctor on Monday and she wanted to see him. Turns out the poor kid has Influenza A (which contains pig flu..lovely). So he is out of school for the week. The drama queen is also sick with the same thing I'm guessing. D refuses to make an appointment for her or tell me who to make an appointment with. *Ugh* But yeah- so they are both sick. Luckily Bug already had whatever they have and is over it, same with D. We're thinking Bug got it first (how I wouldn't know). Little booger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things have been pretty quiet. Nothing too exciting (or fun). I do have a couple movie reviews for you though :). Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lipstickpowdernpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/the-proposal-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lipstickpowdernpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/the-proposal-movie.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hilarious!! Oh my gosh! The beginning has a very &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0458352/"&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/a&gt; feel to it and she was def. channeling her inner Meryl Streep. I thought Ryan Reynolds was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;super f'ing hot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! But who doesn't love him right? I think if you are a fan of either 2 actors you should see this movie, but even if you're not..see it anyway :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/ad157/treywinders/drag-me-to-hell-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/ad157/treywinders/drag-me-to-hell-poster.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Totally creepy and disgusting but def. worth the money to rent it. The main character; Christine Brown, also plays Astrid in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0283139/"&gt;White Oleander&lt;/a&gt;. A movie I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway- if you like creepy movies with a twist, see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I guess that's about it. I shall blog again soon my dears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8443149560683736622?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8443149560683736622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8443149560683736622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8443149560683736622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8443149560683736622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-still-here.html' title='{I&apos;m still here}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2956737920189736162</id><published>2009-10-15T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:16:39.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Thousand Words Thursday}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ste6vRu-mpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxmsfLciGsA/s1600-h/Saved+2361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ste6vRu-mpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxmsfLciGsA/s320/Saved+2361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This sweet little face is now giving me problems about not wanting to do his homework. Who'd have thought it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themomjen.com/2008/03/thousand-words.html" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cheaper Than Therapy" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/atandrade1/siggies/siggiesTWO/ATWT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2956737920189736162?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2956737920189736162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2956737920189736162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2956737920189736162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2956737920189736162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/thousand-words-thursday.html' title='{Thousand Words Thursday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ste6vRu-mpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FxmsfLciGsA/s72-c/Saved+2361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1110735692119881739</id><published>2009-10-14T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:45:46.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{In the Spirit of the Season}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that Halloween is still 2 weeks away, but after the conversation I just had with D's BFF I think this post is fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in ghosts. My house is haunted. I'm not kidding. Stop laughing at me! An example? OK, how about this; a year ago I had all 3 kids in bed fast asleep. I thought hells yeah I'll take a nice long hot bath and relax before bed. D was snoring away on the couch, I wouldn't be interrupted. So there I am, sitting in the bathtub reading my book, when I hear someone walk up and down my hall. I said, "Honey?" Thinking D had gotten up. I went on about my business in the tub and was in there for about another 10-15min. When I got out of the tub I checked on the 3 kids- still sleeping- I checked on D- still snoring. No one was up in the house but me. The dogs were even sawing logs. So tell me who walked up and down my hall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to get a lot more odd things happen, but then we got this dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Pets/HPIM2236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Pets/HPIM2236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Bigglesworth (aka Mr. Big aka Big)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;D says that cats ward off spirits/ghosts. I guess it's true. I know it &lt;b&gt;sounds &lt;/b&gt;weird. But it's true. It's not my first experience with a ghost either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/grandpagaige.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/grandpagaige.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a picture of my grandpa and G (my sister too lol) when he was just bitty. He died in '05. One night shortly after he died I was in our bedroom getting ready for sleep, D was on the other side of the house in the bathroom. I heard a male voice say, "Kristin." I turned to see if D was standing in the other room, not there. So I headed for the bathroom to see if D had called me in there for some unknown (and most likely disgusting reason). Nope. He hadn't called to me. I chalked it up to my grandpa. Letting me know he was still there, that he was still thinking of me even in his afterlife. Do I sound crazy? Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of people that have experienced haunting. In IL alone there are a ton. Check this &lt;a href="http://theshadowlands.net/places/illinois.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; out. There's nothing in there about Springdale Cemetery though. There is a Witches Circle up there that is the most scary place to be, even in the day time. I can't imagine the night time. It's crazy. You just get a horrible feeling when walking into the circle. Check out what I found online about it. &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1103531/the_witches_circle_incident.html?cat=44"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;. That's just &lt;i&gt;one persons&lt;/i&gt; experience. Imagine how many other people just think they're crazy and have never told their experiences? What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you experienced the paranormal? I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to hear other peoples stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/StaaaEpatEI/AAAAAAAAARk/Su0HCS607Bo/s1600-h/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/StaaaEpatEI/AAAAAAAAARk/Su0HCS607Bo/s320/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1110735692119881739?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1110735692119881739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1110735692119881739&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1110735692119881739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1110735692119881739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-spirit-of-season.html' title='{In the Spirit of the Season}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Pets/th_HPIM2236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7671585327528033134</id><published>2009-10-12T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:43:07.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{The boring Life of me}</title><content type='html'>Oh my sweet sweet blog readers, you are going to get so tired of reading about this someday lol. Probably sooner rather than later right? Tough. Who saw GND last night? *Raises hand* Me! I staid up until 1am to watch it because my DVR somehow decided to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; record it. Ridiculous. To my surprise, I don't hate the twins as much as I thought I did..although I do still think they're gold diggers. But we all thought the same thing about HBK when they were around too right? So I'm sure the new girls will grow on us just as the old ones did. Suck it up haters! CKK is here to stay! Woot Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're on an entertainment subject; see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0865559/"&gt;My Life in Ruins&lt;/a&gt;. Really good movie. We just watched it tonight. Also if you haven't seen &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0822832/"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/a&gt;, see that!! But be prepared to cry because no matter how hard I fought it those tears just fell from my eyes like a waterfall. I can't talk about it too much or I'll give it away for anyone who might not have seen it. It made me want to hug my dogs. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, on to a real post. I didn't get to go to the Bark in the Park on Sunday. It was super cold and gross out. Walking down by the river with 2 chihuahuas in the cold, does not sound like a good time to me. Plus I would have had to go alone because D was sick all weekend. *Ugh* I seriously hate it when he is sick. He's such a big baby! When he's sick everyone around him is supposed to be completely quiet and not bother him, while still obeying his every command (which I have a hard time doing on a regular day). He got to sleep and go about his business lounging and stuff, but when I'm sick I still have to take care of a baby. Double standard much? *Blah* He's feeling better now though apparently because he has been on his x-box for an hour playing Halo with some little kid. *Gag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I need a new bra. I haven't bought one for about 2 (almost 3) years now. I've been breastfeeding for 2yrs wearing the same tired nursing bra (oh yes ladies, I only have 1 bra..sue me). D took it upon himself yesterday to pick me up a bra from &lt;i&gt;Dollar General&lt;/i&gt;. Don't get me wrong, I love that he thought of me. But he doesn't know my size (he bought a 40D) and he doesn't know my style (underwire with a little padding is a &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt;). Essencially he bought me an old lady bra. *Sigh* I guess I'll have to take him with me to Victoria Secret when I go to get my new one. I don't know if I like the fact that he thinks a 40 would fit me either...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's pretty much all thats happened this weekend. Other than the drama queen being grounded (no surprise there these days). I'm sure I'll have more to report on at some point ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7671585327528033134?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7671585327528033134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7671585327528033134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7671585327528033134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7671585327528033134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/boring-life-of-me.html' title='{The boring Life of me}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2667778851330790617</id><published>2009-10-10T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:51:19.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Saturday Randomness}</title><content type='html'>So here I am. I don't have a clue what to write about right now, I just felt the need to blog. Does that ever happen to you? There's certainly nothing interesting happening at the moment, or even this weekend. We've got a 4 day weekend with the drama queen and G. But nothing planned. I'm getting geared of for GND tomorrow night and &lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt; *fingers crossed* Bark in the Park tomorrow with the pups. We'll see though. I don't like to take them out when it's super cold out and I'll have to convince D that it needs to happen lol. He used to love doing that stuff but now it's such a hassle since we have Bug. I guess we'll see tomorrow huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine (on the chihuahua forum) posted about November being National Novel Writing Month. Sounds cool huh? I've always wanted to be a writer. Since I was little. Since I could form a sentence on paper. No joke ladies. But I've never been able to finish a story. It always drops off and kind of fizzles. I don't ever get past the first couple chapters. I've decided to go ahead and sign up for this &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt;. I guess we'll see what becomes of this. Do you think you could do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady next door to us is moving out; she sold her trailer. I gotta say, I'm pretty happy to see her go. Her dogs were seriously annoying (barked the entire time they were outside) and she always seemed to decided early mornings were the best times to mow her lawn. Nice right? I saw the new neighbor today. Apparently it's just a woman. No sign of dogs ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you all know, &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/year_one/"&gt;Year One&lt;/a&gt; with Jack Black is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;horrible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It's not funny in the slightest. The funniest part is when the dude pees in his own face. Just thinking about that makes me giggle lol. However, &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1190296-zack_and_miri_make_a_porno/"&gt;Zach and Miri Make a Porno&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The story isn't that funny, but Seth Rogen is amazing so I'll laugh at pretty much anything he says lol. You should all run to BlockBuster and rent it (or que it up on your NetFlix)!! Stay tuned for a review of My Life in Ruin tomorrow ;). Lord I love BlockBuster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough randomness for one Saturday night. Later ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2667778851330790617?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2667778851330790617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2667778851330790617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2667778851330790617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2667778851330790617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-randomness.html' title='{Saturday Randomness}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-5617230296146171246</id><published>2009-10-09T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:05:14.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{So "Tempting"}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://showmehowtoplay.com/_images/smhtp_artist/large/88.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://showmehowtoplay.com/_images/smhtp_artist/large/88.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.showmehowtoplay.com/"&gt;photo credit&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444433; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"I've got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees." Oh my gosh! I am so friggin' excited to tell you all what I did last night! For those that don't know; I'm a &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt; music fan. I like things from Patsy Cline to the Backstreet Boys, from the Temptations to Ozzy Osbourne. I don't discriminate when it comes to music. I give it all a chance. I am in love with most of it. And last night, I fulfilled a music lovers dream! I saw &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the temptations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; live!! No joke ladies! *Giggles* I have always loved their music, odd because I was born in the 80's and they were a 60's and 70's group. But what music lover can say that &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; like them? I mean, seriously. Anyway- my moms fiance got free tickets (he has the hookup) to the show and my mother invited my grandmother and I to go along. The seats were not amazing but we were close enough. The guys put on an amazing show! Obviously they were not the originals. The only original temptation was Otis. But didn't make a difference to me, they sounded amazing! They did all the favorites; "Just My Imagination", "The Girls Alright", "Can't Get Next to You", and of course "My Girl". It was just amazing! I didn't take my camera because I didn't know if you could take pics. I snapped a few on my phone, but none of them turned out very good. I do have a couple videos I've uploaded. But once again, they stink. Clearly camera phones are not for concerts *sigh*. But at least I have the memories..right? :) And who can say, "I've seen the Temptations in concert!"? Not too many people I'm sure! Woohoo me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444433; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And now moving on. It's time for a movie review (don't you love that I see so many movies these days..even though most of them have been out on DVD forever? lol). Tonight it was Bride Wars with Kate Hudson and Anne Hathaway. Good movie. Didn't suck. Wasn't awesome like I thought it would be. Even though I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; both actresses, it just wasn't a movie I would see a million times and not get tired of it. So that's my review. To tell you the truth, this movie really got me thinking about wedding dresses lol. I love their dresses! Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444433; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This Sunday is Bark in the Park here in good ol' Peoria. I really want to go but if it's super cold I don't think we'll make it :(. So everyone cross your fingers for jacket weather :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444433; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;OK, I must be going now. Later lovlies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-5617230296146171246?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5617230296146171246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=5617230296146171246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5617230296146171246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/5617230296146171246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-tempting.html' title='{So &quot;Tempting&quot;}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-2721213314809491742</id><published>2009-10-08T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:53:06.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Chuck-E-Cheese! Where a kid can be a kid!}</title><content type='html'>I decided I'm not going to bore you all with a big long post about how much fun we had at Chuck-E-Cheese last night. Because we absolutely did have a blast! But I'll let the pictures speak for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playing in the baby room with his big brother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4iqs-D15I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0mcacIGmepQ/s1600-h/103_1099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4iqs-D15I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0mcacIGmepQ/s320/103_1099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weeee! Going down the slide!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jFTDxmWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fIwurTBqdwU/s1600-h/103_1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jFTDxmWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fIwurTBqdwU/s320/103_1105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He must have ridden that horse a million times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jSym85lI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bZ7Iz6yeSN4/s1600-h/103_1111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jSym85lI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bZ7Iz6yeSN4/s320/103_1111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy kicking butt!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jp_i5H9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9yg9niW_mY4/s1600-h/103_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4jp_i5H9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/9yg9niW_mY4/s320/103_1113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was way too big for him, so daddy had to help :).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4j6m1yQmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fa7QOPsiYyI/s1600-h/103_1122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4j6m1yQmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fa7QOPsiYyI/s320/103_1122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This was the only chuck-e he wasn't scared of. Go figure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4kNZp6dtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q8h0HcDvQ48/s1600-h/103_1127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4kNZp6dtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/q8h0HcDvQ48/s320/103_1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cutest picture of the whole night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4keoglnSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-c5QF8GyD20/s1600-h/103_1129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4keoglnSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-c5QF8GyD20/s320/103_1129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drama queen and her friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4k78LttaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BR22r6h_xGE/s1600-h/103_1136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4k78LttaI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BR22r6h_xGE/s320/103_1136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah you hit those ABC's!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4lPOBKj5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DDnJCo9vDlw/s1600-h/103_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4lPOBKj5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DDnJCo9vDlw/s320/103_1142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol he loves that hat!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4lijhv45I/AAAAAAAAARE/ELpoGqclTYk/s1600-h/103_1161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4lijhv45I/AAAAAAAAARE/ELpoGqclTYk/s320/103_1161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4l1KRRz-I/AAAAAAAAARM/VbrmhUioSQM/s1600-h/103_1152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4l1KRRz-I/AAAAAAAAARM/VbrmhUioSQM/s200/103_1152.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4l_GhH5iI/AAAAAAAAARU/lzjYzTjk6hM/s1600-h/103_1153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4l_GhH5iI/AAAAAAAAARU/lzjYzTjk6hM/s200/103_1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4mRihMJPI/AAAAAAAAARc/BsTMT8NWt6g/s1600-h/103_1154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4mRihMJPI/AAAAAAAAARc/BsTMT8NWt6g/s200/103_1154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get any of the cake, but it was the typical one from Chuck-E-Cheese. No big deal, very tasty though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a good night. Everyone had so much fun and I'm so glad we went and had it there. For future reference if you're planning on having a party at Chuck-E-Cheese Wednesday is the night to do it. There was hardly anyone there at all, which made it WAY more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-2721213314809491742?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2721213314809491742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=2721213314809491742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2721213314809491742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/2721213314809491742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/chuck-e-cheese-where-kid-can-be-kid.html' title='{Chuck-E-Cheese! Where a kid can be a kid!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ss4iqs-D15I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0mcacIGmepQ/s72-c/103_1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3852159319578451003</id><published>2009-10-06T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:12:49.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Pretty Random}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ssu-ADaJOQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_ixpVQX4yHw/s1600-h/gnd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ssu-ADaJOQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_ixpVQX4yHw/s400/gnd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who (besides me) is excited about the new season of GND? Don't lie girls. You know that you can't help but watch. Over the last 5 seasons we (the fans) fell in love with Holly (Madison), Bridget (Marquardt), and Kendra (Wilkinson). But they've gone now *tear*, Holly is doing PeepShow in Vegas, Bridget got a show on the Travel Channel, and Kendra is married with a baby bump. And so Hef has moved on to 3 new girls, Karissa and Kristina Shannon and Crystal Harris. I am not a fan of the twins, but I wasn't a fan of Kendra either. I think they are her times 2 to tell you the truth. Crystal I enjoy; I think she's pretty and she make a great new Holly ;-). Crystal is Hef's #1 girl. Love her. Anyway- I just had to share that. You should all tune in on Sunday (&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; Sunday) at 10pm and watch! Woohoo! I'm excited to see how things have changed..I'm really excited to see the other girls make appearances since there have been rumors that the original 3 don't like the new 3. We shall see I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On to other things. The lovely lady who had my Thumbelina for 15mo. (long story) has become like an aunt to all of us. She recently sent Boss Hogg a new coat for winter (yes, I'm that chihuahua mommy). Check it out! It's really soft and the best part is it's a wrap so that Boss doesn't have to stand still for me to get a coat on him. I just wrap him and go. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's amazing that he sat still long enough for me to snap this pic. No joke.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Boss%20Hogg/103_1089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Boss%20Hogg/103_1089.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Bugs birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese. I'm excited about it, and a little nervous too. We don't expect a big turn out because of the day and time. But Whatever right? I'll be there and so will his dad and his siblings. In the end that's really all that matters. So boo. Just be expecting a ton of pics! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I better go. I've got a ton of stuff I need to do. Later girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3852159319578451003?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3852159319578451003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3852159319578451003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3852159319578451003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3852159319578451003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-random.html' title='{Pretty Random}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ssu-ADaJOQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_ixpVQX4yHw/s72-c/gnd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3335283122224556861</id><published>2009-10-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:29:31.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Such a cheap date}</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I tell you what ladies, no one is going to be able to say that my Bug has expensive taste. At least not until he figures out how to work the x-box (which is quickly approaching since he is already in love with Halo *sigh*). Yesterday (his birthday) we took him to Toys R Us to pick out a gift. We walked up and down almost every isle (skipping the girl toys) searching for a toy that he wouldn't let us put back on the shelf. Of course when we went through the Power Wheels he wanted one (which we decided is going to be a great Christmas gift next year!) but we convinced him they were "broke" and walked away. Then we came to a bin of bouncy balls. You guessed it. My little Bug wanted one. We were offering him expensive toys all that time and he chose a $2 ball. *Sigh* He is probably the most awesome 2yr old on earth (at least in my eyes lol). We walked through the toys again (because D just couldn't let him leave with &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; the ball) and he found a little key board (for babies obviously) and wanted that. So that's what he got for his birthday. Well, on top of the 2 Halloween books that I picked up Barnes and Nobel for him. He also ended up with 3 new outfits from Dollar General (stop laughing at me, they Fischer Price!) because he has (or had I guess) &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; fall/winter clothes. The kid grows like a flippin' weed. It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday party is Wed. at &lt;a href="http://www.chuckecheese.com/"&gt;Chuck-E-Cheese&lt;/a&gt;. We're pretty excited about it and expect a ton of pics to appear the following day (or even that night if I can stay up that long lol). I just hope he doesn't get freaked out by the characters. I guess he'll just be stuck like glue to mommy if that happens won't he? So really, it won't be any different than any other day *haha* :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some adorable pics I snapped with my phone yesterday on our adventures. Don't lie, I know that's why you're here right now ;-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In his cute new Dollar General outfit. On the way to Toys R Us.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjniR0z4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PLHF2-ksVjw/s1600-h/Photo_100309_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjniR0z4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PLHF2-ksVjw/s320/Photo_100309_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That piggy back ride was fun for about 2 seconds. Then he wanted mom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjnlPwfSnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1ne7cSZUMmY/s1600-h/Photo_100309_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjnlPwfSnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1ne7cSZUMmY/s320/Photo_100309_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"driving" the Power Wheel of his choice. Still just a 'tad' too small for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ssjnn9aH25I/AAAAAAAAAPU/w1fOP2gs_gw/s1600-h/Photo_100309_004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Ssjnn9aH25I/AAAAAAAAAPU/w1fOP2gs_gw/s320/Photo_100309_004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He did find a trike he enjoyed though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjnqQpy0bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ks2MObTJZhI/s1600-h/Photo_100309_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjnqQpy0bI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ks2MObTJZhI/s320/Photo_100309_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could have sworn I took more pictures than that. Apparently not, how sad. He looked so cute! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now on to my &lt;b&gt;other&lt;/b&gt; little man, G. Kat from &lt;a href="http://princessk316.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kats Creations&lt;/a&gt; made this :-). Isn't it so cute? She did an amazing job :-).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjpMgK8zwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DelP1iVdYN4/s1600-h/policelo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjpMgK8zwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DelP1iVdYN4/s400/policelo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty- I better let ya'll get back to your blog stalking :-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3335283122224556861?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3335283122224556861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3335283122224556861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3335283122224556861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3335283122224556861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/such-cheap-date.html' title='{Such a cheap date}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsjniR0z4XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PLHF2-ksVjw/s72-c/Photo_100309_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7568059851375938346</id><published>2009-10-03T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:53:05.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Lovin' my boy since 2007}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I get into my post, I just have to let you all know about the &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; giveaway going on over at &lt;a href="http://www.thetamom.com/"&gt;Theta Mom&lt;/a&gt;. She's giving away an adorable bracelet from &lt;a href="http://www.laurennicolegifts.com/"&gt;Lauren Nicole Gifts&lt;/a&gt;. It is super cute and I hope I win it :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to the awesome blog for the day. Does anyone know what today (oct 3rd) is? Yup, someones birthday! It's Bug's birthday!! Would you believe he's 2 whole years old today?! Well I certainly don't. I'm heartbroken :(. He didn't stay little long enough. Before I know it he's going to be going to school, and then graduating, and off to college, and then *sigh* he'll get married and have heathens of his own. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I know you came here for the pics, I'll get down to 'em. I made a nifty video instead of posting pics one by one (hey, I'm a busy mom! What do you want from me?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdCcp36oQic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DdCcp36oQic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7568059851375938346?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7568059851375938346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7568059851375938346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7568059851375938346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7568059851375938346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovin-my-boy-since-2007.html' title='{Lovin&apos; my boy since 2007}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6045400517537481849</id><published>2009-10-01T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:17:39.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{What's cookin' Good lookin'?}</title><content type='html'>I am one of those mothers that does whatever meal is quick and easy. If it comes out to be something fabulous with great nutritional value, fab. If not, I shall survive. I don't let it eat at me if my kids don't get a veggie or if they choose to eat PB&amp;amp;J over meatloaf (especially mine which always comes out &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;). As long as they eat &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt; (with the exception of just potato chips..which they would love). Anyway- so tonight is no different. I went for the quick and (semi) easy. A dish my grandmother made when we ran out of pretty much everything else lol. It quickly became a favorite in our house (if only because of the sausage *ha*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsU9z8YywtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gL8fQ9eckBY/s1600-h/103_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsU9z8YywtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gL8fQ9eckBY/s320/103_1076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;(please excuse my ridiculous stove...we rent.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fried Potatoes with Summer Sausage and Green Beans. *drools* Doesn't it look delicious?! I can smell it cooking as we speak and I tell you ladies it's all I can do not to jump up and eat it out of the pan. I just keep repeating to myself that that would burn o_o. I can't wait to fill my plate with this yummy dish! You should all try it (if you haven't already)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had Bugs 2yr check up today *holds back the tears*. I can not believe that my little man is going to &lt;b&gt;2 years old&lt;/b&gt; on Saturday. It's awesome and sad all at the same time. Filling out the form they have you do almost killed me. I had to face up to the fact that he can, in fact, do a ton of things. He can kick balls and pretend a cup is a phone. He can name his body parts and he speaks actual words that others can understand. I don't know where the time went but it sure didn't waste any...time...taking my baby from me. Annoying. Someone should figure out how to stop this so called "aging process". Blah. OK, I'm off track; Bug is now 25lb. 15oz (25th %) and 32in. (40th %). She said he acts like a normal 2yr old (harsh, I know). His birthday party is next Wednesday at Chuck-E-Cheese. Can't wait to post &lt;b&gt;those&lt;/b&gt; pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsVAcpmggOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bd6MqTcTdw0/s1600-h/103_1046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsVAcpmggOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Bd6MqTcTdw0/s320/103_1046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go, the drama queen is making me &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;! She has gotten in trouble at school &lt;b&gt;4 days in a row&lt;/b&gt;. I already took Halloween from her. It probably won't hold up though because D seems to think that you can't take things away from her and actually make it stand. You have to just slap her on the hand and be done. I know damn good and well that's exactly what she's thinking too. "Daddy is going to let me do whatever I want." She doesn't care about any punishments because her dad always come home and wants to give her whatever I've taken from her. I swear if he buys her a Halloween costume, I'm throwing it in the garbage. I told her she's not having tv, toys, outside, NOTHING if she got a bad note again today. Well obviously she came home with one. So she has been in her room since she got home. Her dad just gave her everything back. And the worst part? He rented a kids movie for the family to watch (normally would be super nice of him), and decided that he would reward her for ridiculous behavior by letting her watch the movie. Seriously? I mean, SERIOUSLY?!?! I am PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6045400517537481849?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6045400517537481849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6045400517537481849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6045400517537481849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6045400517537481849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-cookin-good-lookin.html' title='{What&apos;s cookin&apos; Good lookin&apos;?}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsU9z8YywtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/gL8fQ9eckBY/s72-c/103_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3368729899323920481</id><published>2009-09-30T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:14:49.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{October is Crazy}</title><content type='html'>First things first, the movie review! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsSrGRdOFdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BF4xpVWskc8/s1600-h/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsSrGRdOFdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BF4xpVWskc8/s320/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To tell you the truth, as much as I thought this movie was going to be &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; good. It wasn't. It wasn't a flop by any means, there were some really good parts. But the over all movie was just "ok". Nothing to write home about that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also rented Role Models last night. Also nothing to write home about. They showed the funniest parts on the previews. I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OK, on to the actual post :). October is going to be so ridiculously busy. Lets do a little run down shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1st- Bugs 2yr check up *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3rd- Bugs birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7th- Bugs party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;11th- Bark in the Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;16-18th- G and D are doing Wild Life Scary Park with Tiger Scouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;31st- Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know the list doesn't look that long, but when you're not used to doing very much, it's a ton all at once. I think the Wild Life Scary Park thing is going to be the most stressful. Probably just because D is a Halloween freak and he wants to be all scary. But I know that they're doing the early (just for little ones) part and he's not gonna be able to be scary like that with them. He'll be pissy. No doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bugs birthday party is at Chuck-E-Cheese this year. His very first time there. I'm pretty excited about it :). We paid a ton of money so it better be amazingly put together. No joke. We shall see I guess. I've never done a party at Chuck-E-Cheese before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Who else is feeling the cold weather at this point? It's so cold right now that I have the space heater on. It's apparently not cold enough to kick the heater on though. Which is good I guess. Time to cover the windows with that plastic stuff. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3368729899323920481?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3368729899323920481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3368729899323920481&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3368729899323920481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3368729899323920481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/october-is-crazy.html' title='{October is Crazy}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SsSrGRdOFdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/BF4xpVWskc8/s72-c/ghosts_of_girlfriends_past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8164993502270336471</id><published>2009-09-28T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:23:59.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{I have no life...no seriously}</title><content type='html'>You know you're lacking a life when you get excited about the new Dollar General opening in town. No joke. It has been in the making for a few months now, right up the street from our house. I'm literally excited about it. I went there for the first time tonight and bought some &lt;strike&gt;things I was needing&lt;/strike&gt; junk. But dog gone it I just had to buy &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. But now I realized that I have absolutely no life. I think I need a job outside the house or something. So sad. Maybe I should apply at Dollar General lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to take the drama queen to Brownies tonight and no one was at the school. OK. I thought I had the wrong time so I took her back half an hour later. The people inside told her that her Brownie troop had gone to the Police Station for a tour. Um, good of them to inform someone. D and I pretty much already decided that next year we want to get more involved so it's a lot more organized. *ugh* It was just annoying to go to drop her off and find out no one was there. Luckily I didn't just leave like I usually do. That would have been super craptastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I traded in Observe and Report tonight for the new Mathew Mcconaughey and Jennifer Garner flick; &lt;a href="http://www.ghostsofgirlfriendspastmovie.com/dvd/index.html"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/a&gt;. I can't wait to watch and review for you tomorrow! It should be really good. I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; Jennifer Garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll blog at you later :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8164993502270336471?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8164993502270336471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8164993502270336471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8164993502270336471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8164993502270336471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-no-lifeno-seriously.html' title='{I have no life...no seriously}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-8084455540599565452</id><published>2009-09-27T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:33:23.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;So I was stalking some blogs and someone posted this video she found on youtube. I had to share it with you all! HILARIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk42wSXXGq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mk42wSXXGq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-8084455540599565452?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8084455540599565452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=8084455540599565452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8084455540599565452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/8084455540599565452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-stalking-some-blogs-and-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1594215151830364150</id><published>2009-09-27T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:25:10.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Movies I love}</title><content type='html'>We are serious movie watchers around here. When D and I first started dating we spent almost every weekend at the movies. Sometimes we would see an early movie, go on a motorcycle ride, and then go back to the theater for a late movie. Ahh the times before we had a house full of &lt;strike&gt;heathens&lt;/strike&gt; angels. The movie viewing in this house has changed quite a lot also. I find myself reaching for the kid friendly movie at Blockbuster instead of the horror movie. But on to my post, Bug and I watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sr_V2jgwAWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mf4yf8V6SiY/s1600-h/BeverlyHillsChihuahua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sr_V2jgwAWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mf4yf8V6SiY/s320/BeverlyHillsChihuahua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Who doesn't love this movie? I mean, it has adorable dogs, cute little doggie clothes, and Jamie Lee Curtis! Woohoo! Bug loved it, sat through pretty much the whole thing, and he's only 2yrs old (not even). My favorite part of the movie though? The part at the temple where the chihuahuas tell Chloe (white chi) how awesome it is being a chihuahua. I am in love with chihuahuas...could be because I have 2 lol. Either way, if you haven't seen this movie, you should rent it in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sr_XP_5kBaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FiLm0a21sE8/s1600-h/observe-and-report-bluray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sr_XP_5kBaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FiLm0a21sE8/s320/observe-and-report-bluray.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All I can say about this movie is &lt;i&gt;see it&lt;/i&gt;! We rented it last night and I tell you what, I almost peed several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject of movies and Blockbuster, have you heard about the deal they have now where you pay $22/mo. for unlimited movie/game rental. You rent a movie and when you're done watching it you just take it back up there and trade it for another movie or a game! It works for new releases as well as old. And after so many rentals you get a coupon for a free old release. We use those for older kid movies. It's great! Especially if you're a movie goer like we are. So you might want to check that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to return this one and get another. Hmm..maybe I should go do that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1594215151830364150?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1594215151830364150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1594215151830364150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1594215151830364150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1594215151830364150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-i-love.html' title='{Movies I love}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sr_V2jgwAWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mf4yf8V6SiY/s72-c/BeverlyHillsChihuahua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7307602598299457801</id><published>2009-09-26T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:27:31.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{It's Survey Saturday!}</title><content type='html'>Before I start my wonderful post, I have to &lt;strike&gt;brag&lt;/strike&gt; comment about my fabulous new layout! What do you guys think?? I'm really proud of it. I did all the graphics myself (even the background)! How did I come across such an amazing kit? Well, I believe I raved about her before, &lt;a href="http://www.ellielash.com/"&gt;Ellie Lash Designs&lt;/a&gt;. All of her kits are &lt;i&gt;so cute&lt;/i&gt; and right now most of her &lt;a href="http://shop.scrapbookgraphics.com/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=57"&gt;store&lt;/a&gt; is just $1-$2!! You better snap them up quick though because she is saying Good-Bye to blogging at the end of September. I'm so sad about it! She is so amazingly talented. And she doesn't charge out the ears for a kit. Can you tell I'm a little sad about it? Anyway- head on over and check out her store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love surveys?? Lord knows I do. I love to read and complete them. So here is a lovely one :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;What do you do to stay awake when you're tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;depends on what I'm doing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all nighters something you have grown used to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have kids. What do you think?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use sun block or tanning accelerator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sun block.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually wear sunglasses when you're driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. They give me a serious headache.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear your shoes around the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope. I kick them off the minute I walk in the door.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there ever a time that you enjoy cold showers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. Even when I'm hot i don't like them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anybody you're not ashamed to tell anything to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really don't care what people think, so no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has changed most about you in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not really a whole lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's late at night and you're hungry, what do you go for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steak 'N Shake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoothies or slushies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;smoothie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you good at filling silence in awkward situations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, have you ever used Wikipedia for school work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was no such thing when I was in school..and if there was it wasn't as popular.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you multitask well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think so. Yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you rip out the page if you make a mistake writing in pen, or cross it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cross it out...sometimes lol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not worrying about nutrition, could you live off veggies for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is no way I could do that. Fruit maybe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the value in education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sure do. I should have furthered mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaborate on a way you have volunteered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I volunteered at a Crisis Nursery because I wanted to help kids. I loved kids as a teenager.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use a full length mirror daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk in heels, or do you feel awkward in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I can. But I'm tall enough without them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more physically flexible or situationally flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What the crap does that even mean?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care much for the music on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's OK. I usually download and burn a CD or something though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of pillow is your favorite to sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My body pillow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever actually make your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes. Not usually though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you lived in your current home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2yrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your profile picture, where was it taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My bathroom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite workout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taebo! I'm also trying to get into Yoga. It's sort of challenging though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever planted a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In middle school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to politics, do you do your own research?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I really don't pay much attention.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still inhale helium from balloons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I never did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you always use your blinkers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When they work.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy taking pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your memory when it comes to people you have previously met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretty good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite holiday movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you text into the game shows on TV to win 10,000 dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the strangest place you have ever had oral sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lmao&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you graduate from high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sent in videos to Americas Funniest Home Videos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. Do people still do that??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a few different things.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obviously not if I'm sitting here doing this right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know, my time is wrong on the laptop. Probably around 9pm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents still together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol No.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever square danced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In grade school yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had the chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yup.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well i'm sure they do. they're CRACKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/kristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7307602598299457801?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7307602598299457801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7307602598299457801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7307602598299457801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7307602598299457801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-survey-saturday.html' title='{It&apos;s Survey Saturday!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-9193850829515870750</id><published>2009-09-23T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:56:34.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Changes}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have been needing a change for a long time. My appearance was killing me. All I could do with my beyond shoulder length hair was pull it back into a pony tail. What girl wants to do that for an entire&amp;nbsp; year of her life? Not this one that's for sure. Plus, it just looked awful while it was down. It also took &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; to dry and straighten. I've been growing it out for 2yrs (a little longer because I started when I was pregnant with Bug). Anyway- I chopped off all my hair on Tuesday. I love it! D hates it (he actually told me he hates it...tough sh-- for him I guess).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrrtNsEpVfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KL_0u_58ssQ/s1600-h/HPIM3073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrrtNsEpVfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KL_0u_58ssQ/s320/HPIM3073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrrtY1dYniI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t8wGH-KfS2M/s1600-h/HPIM3079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrrtY1dYniI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t8wGH-KfS2M/s320/HPIM3079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;It's hot right? I'm madly in love with it! Woohoo! Finally I don't look like the swamp monster! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;That's all I've got for today ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-9193850829515870750?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9193850829515870750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=9193850829515870750&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9193850829515870750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9193850829515870750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes.html' title='{Changes}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrrtNsEpVfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KL_0u_58ssQ/s72-c/HPIM3073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3250165155458921794</id><published>2009-09-21T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:03:03.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{New Hair!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I decided to do a little make-over on the drama queen today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrhL1G4mJcI/AAAAAAAAAME/iCx6CAmhLMk/s1600-h/HPIM2820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrhL1G4mJcI/AAAAAAAAAME/iCx6CAmhLMk/s320/HPIM2820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrhL-hJVODI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mWaUBtm04UU/s1600-h/dawnshair.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrhL-hJVODI/AAAAAAAAAMM/mWaUBtm04UU/s320/dawnshair.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Super cute right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3250165155458921794?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3250165155458921794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3250165155458921794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3250165155458921794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3250165155458921794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-hair.html' title='{New Hair!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrhL1G4mJcI/AAAAAAAAAME/iCx6CAmhLMk/s72-c/HPIM2820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4579496445105732523</id><published>2009-09-20T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:28:53.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Obama, "Kanye is a jackass"}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCbWs8XlQk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCbWs8XlQk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4579496445105732523?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4579496445105732523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4579496445105732523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4579496445105732523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4579496445105732523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/obama-kanye-is-jackass.html' title='{Obama, &quot;Kanye is a jackass&quot;}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-1675506729150746155</id><published>2009-09-19T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:43:04.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{It's pumpkin time!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrWSGo4FF1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oAJuW-pqE0E/s1600-h/AutumnTree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrWSGo4FF1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oAJuW-pqE0E/s320/AutumnTree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;The awesome Morton Pumpkin Festival parade was today. For the first time in about 4yrs I got up and actually went. The parade started at 10:30am so I had to pick up my mom at 9am and then we (us 2, the drama queen, and Bug) went to Morton. We sat there for about 30min. before it started, which wasn't too bad except it was super hot! Who knew September could be that warm? The parade was actually longer than I'd expected it to be also. The last time I went, we sat there for an hour waiting for it to come by and then it lasted for 20min. I'm gonna bet it lasted about an hour this year. Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug handled it &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; well also. I thought maybe he might freak a little bit (as most babies do) during loud noises and the characters. But he loved it! He even danced when the marching bands came by. It was a pleasant surprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have 1 problem though. These 2 &lt;strike&gt;old bitties&lt;/strike&gt; elderly ladies  were sitting next to us. The mother kept telling the daughter (who was obviously not all there..if you know what I mean) to run out and get the candy. Which was annoying enough because there were 4 kids with just us, plus a few next to us, but then this float was passing out ice pops. Yay! A hot day + ice pops= happy kids. But did my kids get one? No. Why? Because the &lt;strike&gt;wrinkled old hags&lt;/strike&gt; elderly ladies &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;took them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from the drama queen and G. I was livid!! And instead of not saying anything, I piped up and let the 2 dusty cows know I was pissed off. Of course I didn't go right up to them; oh no, I wouldn't have wanted the 100yr old mother to have a heart attack while I was yelling at her. I simply said loud enough for even them to hear me that it was BS that they just took popsicles from kids and that they needed to think about it before doing it again. I was still pissy about it when we walked back to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway- I didn't get to look at the craft stuff because my mom didn't really want to, she had to get back to her boyfriend. Which ended up being crap and I wasted a ton of gas driving around looking for a friggin' park that he kept saying was in EP but then couldn't get us to. *ugh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK- on with what you're really here for! The pictures! Enjoy them! My kids (and nephew) are adorable..at least in my opinion (and mine is the only one that matters ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;His very first parade, waiting for it to start.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3024.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Wow! He was so excited once it started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3033.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He finally got up the nerve to run out and get some candy. That's exciting!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Owen%20Michael%20Dwight/HPIM3042.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G and my mom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3018.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Drama Queen and G (she looks a little high lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3020.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Me and G (excuse the lack of make-up. Bug decided to draw a lovely picture with my eye liner and mascara)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3015.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Him and his hats lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Gaige%20Alexander/HPIM3027.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Alrighty my dear followers, I'm out. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-1675506729150746155?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1675506729150746155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=1675506729150746155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1675506729150746155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/1675506729150746155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/awesome-morton-pumpkin-festival-parade.html' title='{It&apos;s pumpkin time!}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrWSGo4FF1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oAJuW-pqE0E/s72-c/AutumnTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-9137096442835714999</id><published>2009-09-16T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:23:28.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Wordless Wednesday}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;Mommy caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrGBEBi5RFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4bFGpNoUD4s/s1600/HPIM2980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrGBEBi5RFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4bFGpNoUD4s/s400/HPIM2980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-9137096442835714999?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/9137096442835714999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=9137096442835714999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9137096442835714999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/9137096442835714999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='{Wordless Wednesday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrGBEBi5RFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/4bFGpNoUD4s/s72-c/HPIM2980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-108306189433456076</id><published>2009-09-16T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:25:22.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Adventures in motherhood}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrF-qQNAUGI/AAAAAAAAALk/YFpPkPOjJIM/s1600-h/Random+Icon+%2851%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrF-qQNAUGI/AAAAAAAAALk/YFpPkPOjJIM/s320/Random+Icon+%2851%29.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;I was planning on just doing a wordless Wednesday today (which I'll make another post for) but with everything that happened yesterday, I thought I should go ahead and blog it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;It all started Monday night when Bugs temp shot up to 104. Dave called the ER to see if they thought we should bring him in (which I'll bitch about in a minute), while he was doing that I stuck him in a cool bath and gave him Tylenol. His temp went back down and he was OK again. So we decided not to mess with the ER and just take him to the doctor the next morning. He didn't hardly sleep at all that night. Was so sick and whiney. I got an appt. at 11am for another doctor in the practice and when my grandmother finally got to the house, we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;When the doctor saw him and they took his temp it was back up to 103. They gave him Motrin and informed me that there was a crackle in his chest. Great. She ordered x-rays, RSV and flu tests, and electrolytes test. So I was at the hospital with him forever while they stuck stuff up his nose, drew blood, and took x-rays. I felt so bad for my little man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;In the end though he had pneumonia starting in his right lung and a bacterial infection. But the RSV and flu tests were negative (thank goddess).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Oh but that's not all that happened, oh no, my day couldn't just be shitty enough with Bug getting sick. I got a call from the school the same day (before we left for the doctor) and they said G needed to come home. OK...thanks for a reason. I go up there and they inform me they did lice checks that day...yup..you guessed it. I immediately started itching from head to toe. *ugh* Apparently a bunch of kids had it this year. Wonderful. I knew how he'd gotten it, he wears those flippin' hats outside and lets the other kids wear them too. *shudders* So we had to get shampoo from the doctor to treat his head. DM didn't have any in her head so that was a plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;When I go to K-mart to pick up Bug and G's prescriptions they wait until I've already been there 15min. before they tell me they don't have the shampoo I need. OK, so they send me to wal-mart. I get Bugs meds and get over to wal-mart and they tell me that K-mart called asked if they had it but didn't give them the scrip. What the...! They tell me it'll be about 20min. No problem. I go back 20min. later and stand down at the pick up window. The pharmacists (I guess that's what he was) proceeds to YELL at me from across the pharmacy (which is huge at this wal-mart cause they just remodelded it) that the state does not cover this medication. First of all, I'm not ashamed of being on the medical card. Millions of people are. No one can afford health care at this point. So here I am standing there with other people and he says it's gonna be $137 for the bottle. I said, "Well i don't want it then cause I'm not paying that." Then he yells (again) from the other side of the pharmacy that the medication (says name) is not covered. Well, I don't care. Surprise surprise though he gets it to go through and gives me the shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;When I got home D called wal-mart and talked to the douche bag. He tried to make excuses but he knew he was in the wrong. I am still going to e-mail wal-mart and make a complaint. There is no reason for him to do that and he knows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;So that was the hell that I went through yesterday. How was your Tuesday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-108306189433456076?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/108306189433456076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=108306189433456076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/108306189433456076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/108306189433456076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-motherhood.html' title='{Adventures in motherhood}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SrF-qQNAUGI/AAAAAAAAALk/YFpPkPOjJIM/s72-c/Random+Icon+%2851%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-7698884471272849565</id><published>2009-09-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:15:30.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{My poor guy}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sq8U1a3mSUI/AAAAAAAAALc/uEHdeQ807-A/s1600-h/thcinderella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sq8U1a3mSUI/AAAAAAAAALc/uEHdeQ807-A/s320/thcinderella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;I'm just gonna say it, I hate having a sick kid. Bug has been sick for seems like forever. He started getting the dreaded allergies at the end of August beginning of September. They are simply horrendous. He snots constantly and there is just nothing I can do to get rid of them. That's not all though kiddies, oh no. The poor kid can't just have allergies, he's got to have a massive case of a cold to go along with them. *sigh* Last night was the &lt;i&gt;worst&lt;/i&gt;. It scared me half to death and I felt so helpless. When you're the mommy you're supposed to just make it all better. But you can't make it all better when it's something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;So last night while I was searching YouTube for Kenye Wests ridiculous move at the VMA's (which I will address momentarily); Bug started to whine. I turned my attention to him thinking he was about to wake up. Not the case. He was shaking like a friggin' leaf. I pulled my big down comforter up around him and made sure he was all snuggled in there, then pulled his (one of 3) care bear blankies up on top of him too. Nothing helped. I gave him some more meds, but I had to endure the horrible shaking and wimpering until it took effect. The poor kid has thrown up 3 times in the last 3 days (once tonight) and had a temp of 104.3. I know! We called the ER at OSF but they put us on hold and then turned around and couldn't tell us if we should come in or not! D finally got on google and looked it up (where would we be without google??). Apparently 102 for 2 and over is not dangerous, but over that you should take them in. By that time though the Tylenol i'd given him was taking effect and I had him in the tub rubbing him down with cool water. So his temp went back down to 103 and kept lowering. It was completely gone shortly after that. And just in case you are wondering, no, the nurse who was &lt;b&gt;supposed&lt;/b&gt; to call us back and let us know if we should bring him in tonight, never called back. Nice right? He is acting fine as of now and climbing around, watching the Good Night show on Sprout, all that jazz. I'm going to call his doctor tomorrow and let her check him out and see what's up. Hopefully it's just a bad cold mixed with allergies. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;And now on &lt;strike&gt;douche bag&lt;/strike&gt; Kanye West. Did any of you see that he interrupted Taylor Swift on stage at the VMA's and basically told her Beyonce should have won. What a jackass. Seriously. What the hell gives him the right to treat someone like that? Really. I can honestly say that he is complete waste of space and should be wiped off the face of earth. This is the 3rd awards show he has made a stink at and of course, who could forget his famous Bush comment, "George Bush hates black people." *ugh* There are not enough insults in the world to cover what I think of this moron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;DM has her first Brownie sleep over this weekend. Super exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;While we're talking about DM. I put a carousel in her room that used to be mine when I was little. She has been instructed several times not to touch it as it's just a decoration, not a toy. She is 7yrs old. You would think she could handle that by now right? Clearly not. I went into her room this afternoon and saw it sitting on her dresser in peices. I cried. I attempted to put it back together and couldn't. Luckily D could, had he not been able to...I think I might have lost it. *sigh* So needless to say, she is very grounded right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-7698884471272849565?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7698884471272849565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=7698884471272849565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7698884471272849565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/7698884471272849565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-poor-guy.html' title='{My poor guy}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sq8U1a3mSUI/AAAAAAAAALc/uEHdeQ807-A/s72-c/thcinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6460318291495333658</id><published>2009-09-11T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:35:16.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Flashback Friday}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's right kids, the oldest picture I have of me...and you can't even see me lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqqJJg3ScjI/AAAAAAAAALM/sk2zFpuRDzo/s1600-h/LittleKristin%2811%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqqJJg3ScjI/AAAAAAAAALM/sk2zFpuRDzo/s320/LittleKristin%2811%29.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And here we have a school picture. I wore that cheerleading outfit CONSTANTLY. My mom was big on dresses. Which is probably the reason I hate them now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqqJkuIFuYI/AAAAAAAAALU/kFQ0w6Q6yEk/s1600-h/LittleKristin%2812%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqqJkuIFuYI/AAAAAAAAALU/kFQ0w6Q6yEk/s320/LittleKristin%2812%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6460318291495333658?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6460318291495333658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6460318291495333658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6460318291495333658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6460318291495333658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/flashback-friday.html' title='{Flashback Friday}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqqJJg3ScjI/AAAAAAAAALM/sk2zFpuRDzo/s72-c/LittleKristin%2811%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4217467513610706376</id><published>2009-09-10T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:27:54.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{It's the little things}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqm1Hb8-XOI/AAAAAAAAALE/hpCCJl-3qDI/s1600-h/dumborockbypeaces_icons.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqm1Hb8-XOI/AAAAAAAAALE/hpCCJl-3qDI/s320/dumborockbypeaces_icons.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Until I was a mom, little things did not excite me. Until I was a mom, someone walking across the floor or eating with a fork, did not excite me. And I can tell you right now that someone peeing in the potty did not excite me in the slightest, but yet here I am making a post about someone peeing in the potty! Of course we all know it's my Bug.&amp;nbsp; He is getting crazy big! Off and on all day long Bug says, "Potty". I put him on the toilet, sit for 10min. and get nothing. He has been going pretty good when daddy puts him on there though so I've just been having D take him when he gets home from work. But yesterday, I got to the joy of a (almost) 2yr old going pee in the potty! Yay! I got so excited &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; almost peed lol. I clapped and told him how big that was of him and I was so proud! Of course he hasn't done it since. *sigh* But I'm focusing on the positive. My grandmother said that since he knows what he's supposed to do on there, and that he doesn't pee during his naps, then he would probably potty train at night too. She has a couple bed pads that they put on hospital beds; so she's bringing those over tomorrow when she picks up G. I'm &lt;b&gt;hoping&lt;/b&gt; that if we get him trained at night, then he'll train soon after during the day. It's sort of bitter sweet. Upside: No more diapers= less money we're spending; Downside: it's 1 more thing that makes him a big boy and not a baby. I'm not ready to let go. At this rate, I'm never going to stop nursing just so I can hold on to that little peice of baby :-). OK OK, so I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; stop nursing by the time he's 3. That's a huge &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; though ;-).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked Bug's birthday at Chuck-E-Cheese. Hopefully it's a good time. He has never been there before so we're not sure how he'll react. G was scared shitless of that huge mouse lol. We shall see...and so shall you cause there will be pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new SD card for the camera. I have to give the camera back to my sister, but I wanna make sure I get good pics of Bugs birthday. She can take it home after that. My phone takes decent pics for everything else; every day junk. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much in love with my dogs. Seriously. I just wanted to convey that lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4217467513610706376?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4217467513610706376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4217467513610706376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4217467513610706376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4217467513610706376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-little-things.html' title='{It&apos;s the little things}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqm1Hb8-XOI/AAAAAAAAALE/hpCCJl-3qDI/s72-c/dumborockbypeaces_icons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-6846588157946167074</id><published>2009-09-08T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:42:29.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{The Colony}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqcjny5BX8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ca-HW-LAPWU/s1600-h/G%26OIcon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqcjny5BX8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ca-HW-LAPWU/s320/G%26OIcon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;Tonight as I sat through Discovery Channels the Colony I had so many questions. Like for starters, why build a friggin' balloon with a camera attached to it when you could be working on getting the truck finished? But the most important question; how could they send those kids away with nothing but water? I couldn't have done it. And the guy, Mike, he is so ridiculously heartless about it. The skinny black girl (I can't remember her name I'm sorry) she started crying the minute she saw them. I could not, no matter how little I had, told those children I wouldn't feed them. I'm sorry. Yes; they are low on food. Yes; it's a matter of them eating versus a child eating. There should be no vote to this. The children should have been given some of their food. I think it's just horrible. And back to Mike, he's a jackass. Seriously. He doesn't want to give anyone anything, yet he's also dependant on other people generousity to survive. Kind of a double standard right? I find it hard to imagine that someone could be as cold as that. I really cried at that point. I was wondering if they would put a child in the experiment to see if it would soften any of them. Clearly it doesn't soften those who have no heart. I loved the last part where Amy was taking down the SOS sign to stop stragglers from stopping by there again. She said, "They're not willing to give any help but we need help ourselves." Sort of sums it all up right there doesn't it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%;"&gt;So what do you think? As a mother or not, could you refuse a child your food if you saw it was hungry? If you were down to your last can of beans would you feed the child before you fed yourself? Even though the child was no relation to you, a complete stranger, would you still give it your food or would you turn it away hungry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;And now on to less depressing matters, I have a toothache. Super fun. I get to go to the clinic because our ins. doesn't pay for adults to go to a regular dentist. I also have to come up with $40 to see the dentist and make my appointment in the morning. Which means, I have to wait another week or 2 before I can make said appointment because D has the van at work until 2pm. *ugh* I'll be glad when he gets that car next week..or the week after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;OK, I think I'm done for tonight. :) Goodnight blogger land :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-6846588157946167074?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6846588157946167074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=6846588157946167074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6846588157946167074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/6846588157946167074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/colony.html' title='{The Colony}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/Sqcjny5BX8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ca-HW-LAPWU/s72-c/G%26OIcon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-4988939833615688392</id><published>2009-09-06T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:57:17.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Open Letters}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqRkvg-UC-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tI-19J-mRQQ/s1600-h/51slec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqRkvg-UC-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tI-19J-mRQQ/s320/51slec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dear Pastor from the blue bus church-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not assume that because I politely opened my screen door to you (and your associate) standing on my front porch on a Saturday morning, that I wanted to hear your shpeal about your lovely blue bus. I understand that some parents like to pawn their children off on you, I don't. Oddly enough I like to spend time with my kids on the weekends &lt;strike&gt;shocking I know&lt;/strike&gt;. And informing you that we do not attend church does not autmatically mean I need you to &lt;i&gt;save&lt;/i&gt; me from damnation. I don't go to church as a personal choice and I don't think that 5min. of you &lt;strike&gt;preaching&lt;/strike&gt; talking to me is going to change my mind after I've already made it up. More important people than you have attempted this to no avail. Also, while I've got your undivided attention I would like to point out that I do not appreciate you informing me that I will most likely go to hell if I don't "accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior". Your visit today (although entertaining to my boyfriend) was no welcome and expect a NO SOLICITING sign on my front door the next time you decide to &lt;strike&gt;bother&lt;/strike&gt; spread the gospel to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Annoyed Non-Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;While I'm here I might as well say that, O has a friggin' diaper rash from pooping water lately. I don't know why he is doing this whole water poo thing, but it's got to stop. I feel horrible for him. I gave him a bath in baking soda and put some cream on his butt, I'm hoping it clears up soon. Perhaps it's all the grapes he has been eating lately =/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;G spent the weekend with my grandparents this week. Since they don't have school tomorrow (Labor Day) I thought it would be a good idea. He has been so upset since my grandpa went into the hospital and had his heart surgery. I hope this helps him focus better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I am about 80% over this disgusting/annoying head cold I have had for the last 4 days. Lovely! O got it though, Son-of-a!! Luckily he is old enough to take the Ibprofen that clears up all of the older 2's colds. Lets hope it's not just allergies...those things NEVER go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-4988939833615688392?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4988939833615688392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=4988939833615688392&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4988939833615688392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/4988939833615688392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letters.html' title='{Open Letters}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqRkvg-UC-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/tI-19J-mRQQ/s72-c/51slec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675040475645541359.post-3465066101578098800</id><published>2009-09-05T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:57:10.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>{Welcome to my new home}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqMEc0T9gzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uwgKxgwxVPs/s1600-h/Cute+%282%29.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqMEc0T9gzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uwgKxgwxVPs/s320/Cute+%282%29.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I'm at a new blog address. Congratulations friends and family, you have access to it ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really that much to report on at this point. I figured out why I couldn't comment on anyones blog. Surprise surprise, had to change some settings on firefox *sigh*. Either way, I am back to my stalking status on blogger :). Loves it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loves my new layout? It took me an entire day to figure out and get it up and running. I am loving the fall feel of it. As we all know, fall is one of my favorite seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks, my very first post on my brand new blog :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y97/pinkprincess21/Graphics/Siggies/heartkristin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675040475645541359-3465066101578098800?l=this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3465066101578098800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675040475645541359&amp;postID=3465066101578098800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3465066101578098800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675040475645541359/posts/default/3465066101578098800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-lil-piggy.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcome-to-my-new-home.html' title='{Welcome to my new home}'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11640960573296904460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/S9mZZH4BOWI/AAAAAAAAAjg/GQPoGt7e5fw/S220/102_1432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i4M-nbr3Kd0/SqMEc0T9gzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/uwgKxgwxVPs/s72-c/Cute+%282%29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
