tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80251817827409011102024-03-20T01:00:14.793-07:00This Pickle has something to say.And she's one hot pickle.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-71665003832619265982008-04-10T22:00:00.000-07:002008-04-10T22:03:41.454-07:00A Good DayTook a Mental Health day off of work to prevent me from quitting my job and went to Glen Ivy with Steph. It was amazing. I am so relaxed but couldn't stop thinking about work and all the crap that was piling on top of the crap that was already there. I just checked my email and had 30 something messages from 1 day. Yikes. I wish I had never checked it... Kinda ruined my good day to read all the pissed off people that I would actually take a day to myself and I might need another Mental Health day before I do something I will regret. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WORKKKKKKKKKKK SUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSSSSS.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-76733553187750158582008-03-29T09:23:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:36:47.769-08:00My Laundry BluesIn my new place there is not a washer and dryer. I have to take a short walk to the laundry room to do a load of wash. Because of this I haven't done laundry since I moved into this place (2 weeks now). On Thursday I decided I should maybe clean my stuff. 4 Loads of laundry = $8 later. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDl2_e_BdJVQj_o3Ci4BEATk8CtewTQJbT0A9wJs7lEhVTEcKDzPJQjf7I2tbzXGnFfhWetJF7b9eE17t2pS9xOLOaLUSpb6JGPlrc-_RFCa5i-mss46zN52_CYz1m7xLXHEQp6iu6EaA/s1600-h/noname-2.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDl2_e_BdJVQj_o3Ci4BEATk8CtewTQJbT0A9wJs7lEhVTEcKDzPJQjf7I2tbzXGnFfhWetJF7b9eE17t2pS9xOLOaLUSpb6JGPlrc-_RFCa5i-mss46zN52_CYz1m7xLXHEQp6iu6EaA/s200/noname-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183200944760198402" /></a><br /><br /> I don't know how you Moms of 1 or more kids do it. I hate doing laundry.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-50131067009121506242008-03-29T09:19:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:36:47.992-08:00I heart Cupcakes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuHtacTlqLU1iulAaU4WBcBDoSm7BCkirZBhwFBlF6APXyoSSx8v4oK5Uv0RxzOZDuySolAZXgXI5V1cbL_fCFoTwiSMMWY9irVB8NC4Ycq4pwJ4iKVb4eS4Dg_L2DACEWN2oRccuF9s/s1600-h/noname-1.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWuHtacTlqLU1iulAaU4WBcBDoSm7BCkirZBhwFBlF6APXyoSSx8v4oK5Uv0RxzOZDuySolAZXgXI5V1cbL_fCFoTwiSMMWY9irVB8NC4Ycq4pwJ4iKVb4eS4Dg_L2DACEWN2oRccuF9s/s200/noname-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183199729284453618" /></a><br />If you know me or read about my diet last week you know that I love cupcakes. I saw these shoes at Nordstrom Rack. Not sure I love them enough to wear them on my shoes. Maybe if I was 5.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-1073177199087096442008-03-29T09:14:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:36:48.367-08:00My Neighbor... The Stalker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bpXZZ_UYiJNtDheN2LtCt9RTjyhAg9sm1M-NvxJBw-NNND0RAae5PWvjzdza410P_l2Wo7jsrET_LoA0qlkIq_txe09gbMBd7dqsPof3EhjSeWC7OW5W7ZjOP4fYO03TuLKLOizgypA/s1600-h/noname-3.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bpXZZ_UYiJNtDheN2LtCt9RTjyhAg9sm1M-NvxJBw-NNND0RAae5PWvjzdza410P_l2Wo7jsrET_LoA0qlkIq_txe09gbMBd7dqsPof3EhjSeWC7OW5W7ZjOP4fYO03TuLKLOizgypA/s200/noname-3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183198999140013282" /></a><br />In my complex we have lots of trees, streams, ponds and ducks who occupy them. The other day I was walking home from my car and the duck seemed to know exactly where I was going and led me home. Guess someone has been paying attention to me. I just need to figure out his name.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-23884860299598744262008-03-24T20:55:00.001-07:002008-03-24T20:59:37.315-07:00Watching my Weight...So 3 weeks ago yesterday I joined Weight Watchers Online. I was really excited about the progress I was making toward my 15 lb loss goal. In the first few weeks of doing the program I was happy to have lost 2.5 lbs per week. Mondays are my weigh in day so today I did the drill thinking I didn't loose anything because of how indulgent I have been over the past few days and all the spring cupcakes I've had this past week. Well I step on the scale and poof I lost 4.5 pounds last week bringing my loss to 9.5 lbs in 3 weeks!!! I cannot believe how easy this "diet" is. I think I am going to re-examine my goal. It just seems to good to be true but the scale does not lie.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-13151985311726376702008-03-18T12:00:00.000-07:002008-12-09T03:36:48.766-08:00Cutest Kitty Award...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSNS2ofSrxXDSdrpzmeUqLOkGqbR6UoiCSqlg7vxhYZUad51uLtKTS1VQzHQNefVWbcQi8PkS9RgYp9iXBdOMfOzx4_jkC-kRVUx0WJ7mGWSzO9Du2vBSpdRvwiV3BL-rqy6uNJ7rr1M/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGSNS2ofSrxXDSdrpzmeUqLOkGqbR6UoiCSqlg7vxhYZUad51uLtKTS1VQzHQNefVWbcQi8PkS9RgYp9iXBdOMfOzx4_jkC-kRVUx0WJ7mGWSzO9Du2vBSpdRvwiV3BL-rqy6uNJ7rr1M/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179157778556924018" /></a><br />I know everyone thinks that their pet is cuter than other people's pets... Well this is my kitty Phoebe, she really is the cutest kitty ever. My dad found her under the hood of his car after driving down our street and hearing an awful noise coming from the front of his car. She was just a few weeks old and we took her in. I love her to death. Her most unique feature is that she drools when you pet her. It just drops one drop at a time out of the side of her mouth.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-88229058524757947162008-03-18T11:49:00.001-07:002008-12-09T03:36:48.945-08:00Im a big girl now!!!Hi Everyone!<br /><br />I am back and actually in a new home. I have just moved out with living with a room mate to living all by myself!! Even though its only been just a few days, I love being on my own. Not that my past situation was bad at all, its just different to walk into your place and everything in it belongs to YOU!! <br /><br />So here's a little preview of my place... so far. much more needs to be done so I am showing you the clean area. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFxjskytzX6tlTUHFufLJ9yb2lX8aJgN1rHXtyNZGEVhr5I1WCzV7RXiInuXrIXEoNyzc0tcHvRt1CIOCcly9tWjHcQZlxUFLA-J48Le5BzausURfCDwjV4z8_k7AlMBlUtEGGVpqI-g/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFxjskytzX6tlTUHFufLJ9yb2lX8aJgN1rHXtyNZGEVhr5I1WCzV7RXiInuXrIXEoNyzc0tcHvRt1CIOCcly9tWjHcQZlxUFLA-J48Le5BzausURfCDwjV4z8_k7AlMBlUtEGGVpqI-g/s200/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179156988282941538" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-20538249899437237832008-02-25T18:43:00.000-08:002008-02-25T18:44:40.865-08:00blogging...So I wish I'd have more time to do it, but my internet just won't let me. I promise... I will be able to blog next month. Don't kick me off the HCBC just yet... I have about 3 blogs waiting to be submitted, they just won't let me add the pictures. <br /><br />Sorry.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-32886092957288190382008-02-01T19:23:00.001-08:002008-12-09T03:36:49.083-08:00I'm Officially....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDR57Q52QupF5mF9Os4S-Mbf5UzC9QIL-13bLj2Y98GBvohk7-eO8it1u8rnrH4a6Z4EV2frLoWsTXLiB_mKwbME19tXzrw-D4w9BO2GzOEte6S0FbAZpnP7TW3CueMY_9jFrFypZ0nvg/s1600-h/ATT1597455.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDR57Q52QupF5mF9Os4S-Mbf5UzC9QIL-13bLj2Y98GBvohk7-eO8it1u8rnrH4a6Z4EV2frLoWsTXLiB_mKwbME19tXzrw-D4w9BO2GzOEte6S0FbAZpnP7TW3CueMY_9jFrFypZ0nvg/s200/ATT1597455.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162218753385189890" /></a><br />A Work-A-Holic. Its Friday night, I am single and I am on my computer and checked my email to find that one of my customers needed to place an order for 2 HP printers (meanwhile this is the last week of a promotion we are having with HP), So I had to place the order. I am just so glad I had nothing else to do tonight... well maybe.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-3494188532571153132008-01-31T10:31:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:49.288-08:00Not a Tom Brady Fan, but...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnM0P2cQZzvhFKLLVWMCrFFya9k5KPkyLYzdCVdKNMFRlCyUefzycVAhnXk9jL46n302CWpkZPowUPnDrv2mZRs-OIxeqgdQPsHbFbiAiHE-KDJg-vaE1gJbpZ0er_Gc-qJ4_2atLHiTk/s1600-h/tom-brady-stenson1%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnM0P2cQZzvhFKLLVWMCrFFya9k5KPkyLYzdCVdKNMFRlCyUefzycVAhnXk9jL46n302CWpkZPowUPnDrv2mZRs-OIxeqgdQPsHbFbiAiHE-KDJg-vaE1gJbpZ0er_Gc-qJ4_2atLHiTk/s200/tom-brady-stenson1%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161714386785685986" /></a>Take a look at the new face of Stenson. I normally don't really find him attactive, but these pictures leave me feeling that maybe he isn't so overrated afterall. Even though he is the Quarterback for the perfect season team and the boyfriend of one of the hottest Victoria's Secret models, my heart still belongs to my Matt Leinart. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2x6EsiF7KUidDqqi4dpwrbzVfubUNFbuOLmhyTFFSzv-UUXRwCz_uvsd6LbWeeWM6tBLR1JQzuRUGTbGhCR8_BsCyxzXTCMeq0ZlpTAb4-scusW_5nGOS3Uqm-KV5FeLNv0eqPsS0sQ/s1600-h/espn_leinart3%5B1%5D.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW2x6EsiF7KUidDqqi4dpwrbzVfubUNFbuOLmhyTFFSzv-UUXRwCz_uvsd6LbWeeWM6tBLR1JQzuRUGTbGhCR8_BsCyxzXTCMeq0ZlpTAb4-scusW_5nGOS3Uqm-KV5FeLNv0eqPsS0sQ/s200/espn_leinart3%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161715293023785458" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-71016213851916142942008-01-31T10:19:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:49.631-08:00I promise I am okay...January has been a tough month. I am sure you may have figured that out from my lack of blogs. I promise February will be different. As you can see by the picture evidence, I have been trying to cope through this month by filling my free time with the following activities. Wine, Sleep, Magazines and Chocolate. <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLMgQIl_4Mk770xtbkk4Qc7mFjDejOoSkeKQHxJlvw5tsR9MkljqI2DkloKvyAq5LlWho3npb_e21ny3o1mhmdSg1GeD6IwHVrW4GGz7QkFC7usBlj-Tniw0c5dUNwoUbrtxAPcf5dEc4/s1600-h/ATT1548907.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLMgQIl_4Mk770xtbkk4Qc7mFjDejOoSkeKQHxJlvw5tsR9MkljqI2DkloKvyAq5LlWho3npb_e21ny3o1mhmdSg1GeD6IwHVrW4GGz7QkFC7usBlj-Tniw0c5dUNwoUbrtxAPcf5dEc4/s200/ATT1548907.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161709658026693074" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-29582125771305976332008-01-08T23:34:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:49.787-08:00And another one gone... Another one Bites the Dust! ((Again.))<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KsVD0zWLXt-VEBAxdHsemeqKFERJzAxBSN52HHvaf46rxfuX2c_VBg8-s1t-gKZW0T85atlc78WDusfIlRsOisq80gnGG6AbrXSsAEGnrGTaw-v297Vs4akDGBTyxb2fMXZx3TC9Vyg/s1600-h/attachment.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5KsVD0zWLXt-VEBAxdHsemeqKFERJzAxBSN52HHvaf46rxfuX2c_VBg8-s1t-gKZW0T85atlc78WDusfIlRsOisq80gnGG6AbrXSsAEGnrGTaw-v297Vs4akDGBTyxb2fMXZx3TC9Vyg/s200/attachment.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153379967497847122" /></a><br />This feels like deja vous writing about this but its not. Today my good friend, Michelle went to LAX to pick up her boyfriend (John, Toe Jam's (aka BFF Stephanie's) Brother) from a 3 week long trip to India and what does he do? PROPOSE to her!! Yay!! Congrats to Michelle and John. The only picture I have is of her ring. That's all you women seem to care about seeing anyways. So who's next you ask? Well that leaves me. I am now officially the last of my friends to be single and unattached... As "they" say - Save the Best for Last. So can't wait to report the next engagement out of my group of friends... will be ME!!! Today is a good news day. One last question, when are all these married folks of mine going to start procreating?Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-73209938672949604102007-12-29T18:22:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:49.910-08:00Another One Bites the Dust...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOtIfauwMCFJebXBBoHVRLMpjHpL7cB3t5nztkmO4WccrI7WMCciONSp5ichpMOQsLkMuAYdO1_0pUqN67WbiM5-2l1cP_U6haIHv1AAbWotxiHPjps9llX35xPAWwz7wHbzg0SQLU3c/s1600-h/l_f419ba944e208a663516ec2b2413c835.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOtIfauwMCFJebXBBoHVRLMpjHpL7cB3t5nztkmO4WccrI7WMCciONSp5ichpMOQsLkMuAYdO1_0pUqN67WbiM5-2l1cP_U6haIHv1AAbWotxiHPjps9llX35xPAWwz7wHbzg0SQLU3c/s200/l_f419ba944e208a663516ec2b2413c835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149586454813524290" /></a><br /><br />My Friend Sarah is in Spain for the Holidays and just got engaged!! Yay I am so excited for her. This would make the 9th of my girlfriends to be either engaged or married. YAY for me being the only single woman I know. :)<br /><br />Congrats Greg and Sarah!Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-69730178095529399112007-12-22T20:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:50.078-08:00And the winner is...<span style="font-weight:bold;">Matt Leinart!!</span> Ladies, keep your hands off my man. <br />Thank you for participating in my sexiest man poll. ;)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPogexPwVT08BhchrWIoCkWyQBRoyh2Mv_A-zdTtC_5nnyvzlnaoSx2Q5buSpxUlWQZiVQeIgAsp_aPdwDBUVJpipj5ui6YuKjlTdrcIyFvDZbVysoEr2KbUGDYxNo6LYJhh1KrWBlvFA/s1600-h/leinart_espn1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPogexPwVT08BhchrWIoCkWyQBRoyh2Mv_A-zdTtC_5nnyvzlnaoSx2Q5buSpxUlWQZiVQeIgAsp_aPdwDBUVJpipj5ui6YuKjlTdrcIyFvDZbVysoEr2KbUGDYxNo6LYJhh1KrWBlvFA/s200/leinart_espn1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147021075142590770" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-75918598176479053202007-12-22T10:08:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:50.378-08:00Santa is coming to town... My Town.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoalbtl15PPm34qHOvQqJgB0WY9XNVds4ELKJLCsosdVQz9bQzlIAchED3Gae0XaMegoXMnnIzvsg2UC6ybITKPTlhCzNV2OWfLuB0XXCGB1CxwgUUs3izbnzgXSCth3N1rNG3P9MZrUY/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoalbtl15PPm34qHOvQqJgB0WY9XNVds4ELKJLCsosdVQz9bQzlIAchED3Gae0XaMegoXMnnIzvsg2UC6ybITKPTlhCzNV2OWfLuB0XXCGB1CxwgUUs3izbnzgXSCth3N1rNG3P9MZrUY/s200/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147019816717173026" /></a><br /><br />Santa comes around my hometown every Christmas from street to street on a Fire Engine. It wouldn't be Christmas morning with out the sounds of sirens and the anticipation of Santa and the hot fire men handing out bags of candy, peanuts and an apple.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-54441193617956545832007-12-10T20:27:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:50.529-08:00O' Christmas Tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiai1mz9IozYZabK6HOc4r_EmqCtkaMIVKjx38LI52AGG87BVWqc0DCMzZDJBRA6ZNcdVdFAdj8FzJz3Ht2k31LflQsWxnOgjLIlmCioajLeTMKK-m7_vL26xl19R-fLExyzN2k3IUQLjo/s1600-h/IMG_3381.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiai1mz9IozYZabK6HOc4r_EmqCtkaMIVKjx38LI52AGG87BVWqc0DCMzZDJBRA6ZNcdVdFAdj8FzJz3Ht2k31LflQsWxnOgjLIlmCioajLeTMKK-m7_vL26xl19R-fLExyzN2k3IUQLjo/s200/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142568026285161842" /></a><br /><br />My Brother and Sister-in-Law trying to set up their oversized Christmas Tree. Is it bad that I took a picture instead of helping to make sure the tree doesn't smash my lil' sister-in-law?Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-44392685036941327442007-12-10T20:17:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:50.747-08:00A Good Lunch Time Read<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaye3_RBPWoGMfvzRncclv7seU_mSstFQ6IsnyRXxAVB1IjB-YB77zyLHnT8xf8blb9M-0hWa823ledbp6UGhU-pNjwSk3XcFuPmhjEw3mxPgEQuurVuM8JaNQOrQjbDe9kh75ZVVO3E/s1600-h/414TMT7AKYL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyaye3_RBPWoGMfvzRncclv7seU_mSstFQ6IsnyRXxAVB1IjB-YB77zyLHnT8xf8blb9M-0hWa823ledbp6UGhU-pNjwSk3XcFuPmhjEw3mxPgEQuurVuM8JaNQOrQjbDe9kh75ZVVO3E/s200/414TMT7AKYL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142565496549424482" /></a><br />So I work in an office of about 60 some people. Today my friend and I brought lunch in and decided we would eat it in the community lunch room. Well there were us two at one table and maybe about 4 others in there besides the others going in and out. Well I glanced over at my co worker who was at the table beside us and what was he reading... THIS!!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. I tried to descreatly tell my friend to look over and see what this guy was reading at work but he couldn't see it. I couldn't help but share the horror I had of thinking about what he must read behind closed doors. DOUBLE EWWW!!!Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-62808509212927446072007-12-10T19:51:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:50.899-08:00Oops... I accidently took it from the bathroom instead of leaving itYes folks, I am a thief. And what did I take? This!! Its a bag full of powder to get rid of the smell of vomitus and other smelly things. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_K9MkToqrpEDVdaLNp_D_bNTZOkRiyUn4nOIrDxztpBwDX_EUUL9o1Fp0UnFgBE7ZNj_ifzRXUHD4YOJ0AfL3OdTRCE76GF4myitAThX6EEsYkC5XHL6hVsHKeLGfvaxi4tH-8uKdZk/s1600-h/IMG_3387.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS_K9MkToqrpEDVdaLNp_D_bNTZOkRiyUn4nOIrDxztpBwDX_EUUL9o1Fp0UnFgBE7ZNj_ifzRXUHD4YOJ0AfL3OdTRCE76GF4myitAThX6EEsYkC5XHL6hVsHKeLGfvaxi4tH-8uKdZk/s200/IMG_3387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142563465029893458" /></a><br /><br /><br />Why you may ask yourself... I did it for YOU!Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-19158228342289643042007-12-03T21:31:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:52.075-08:00A Day for the Roses<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaM1KL6qxfWpJ_-NSK1bx0_5i442lKhIZJst1tL6yljDQt3X1SuC6hFhnZpTLW6ekjUrAGWadJ-505N0dg4Q-lm7XD_dTrWXHRGauIdtI9GXH04g0izs4UH5V6UziT7QvJfV00G7V6Gtc/s1600-r/IMG_3347.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6P9879e7jpW2J1fJ7pye5Q3J8UYU1EuXodozUlvSr9VzfCYhfm2udIeEveYCxt9SFqb0vDsHsa-5bsFW-hJx7qfKUMQnJcfPVwyd-A4uZGRdkJyd3c56BYwpbdTz9O5FU-FTtLFDMqVY/s200/IMG_3347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139987633853407778" /></a><br /><br />As some of you may know I am a huge USC Football Fan. I grew up only knowing USC Football. (thanks Dad for teaching me right). We have had season tickets to the games since the Depression. No joke. So every year the big game to be at is the USC/UCLA game. Its always a huge game whether or not either team is any good. They even have to wrap up Tommy Trojan on the USC campus so that nothing on him gets cut off or defaced. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuWgxi5lyL1G9xpRSJbNMIdCzXlFW1r1-aGjqCBoFagdLyq-LEqH4rP0FBGRiyPoSNIJJPbn0FfqD513sQ7iO3kOEMzKlJSus2SxuV_Wzqkr6jBtYcgMWzpCX4FC-vufago2DDLyCZlY/s1600-r/IMG_3345.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt-GxIn84VoWHL2q4w3IxXtWe-5HcEXh6V9MryuDUOmzN4DM7ZVUdfdK1LZzL4p5DJRfrjxS1S7Q63PUSQFxwqWOxdQ_p4DKtX28tGosVr9iTYcrD3f_c8Vo9W4lMwQLZpWXtdTemXWSw/s200/IMG_3345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139992053374755394" /></a><br /><br />Steph got to come along and we happened to capture a few pictures of our morning tailgating before the game. So as you may know USC beat UCLA this year 24 to 7 and won their spot playing in the Rose Bowl game on January 1st. At least I know one gift I will be getting on Christmas. FIGHT ON TROJANS!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVIrsjnsrm4Xa3Tt_XOm9xqoO29KmjMjSchyDGH44X6DFFaYHmSoBv7X8T2Avf_2Fpl3ML3qB-uDSLCHFlxkqlS-FGMRMKtEbnLmU0YElEt-zX_o-zsN4qVIItXjm-p8J-_MWITOFmMsw/s1600-r/attachment-4.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHPiRDFsmK9DQro22oL889KvwAWUEdtv9vncSjd4ksmHDHUH4gZSwSufdJNYv5y6IOIdepDmSY1ldzLyrAWIEWG0psqlZm3HK7LOUykTPofK5Yk8WppiQNY0zaJeEqkpWMOdrucOhihWY/s200/attachment-4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139993466418995794" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwCa3codhRI4sj-K4qmYeftwdFS8TNtIsc3arAV7RFNJ7SPpZeFZvxx4BHFu2xV1-bSrPpd9O30kfo4bgFGYurBpvb2NERbOWcpHw0bX0ZEQvUblogFLFRPA7GwviKHEDBWD_VwYgjDms/s1600-r/IMG_3378.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKLDOJDbQ-9rzxLQJO8TlBMdo_bwPZnAmnZCMCC9fu0U4bWw1OUNRcJn8ee-OdnT9oS0t1fx3HGn8gSuA6Lp2I8V_1nzrqoGWUjb3h2I2nKolM72qS-YkmcqnAcPpPf9EjyQ0LTeWrD8/s200/IMG_3378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139987917321249330" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-76842360691929447722007-12-03T21:18:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:52.217-08:00I am sorry Little Lady it seems you forgot your Pants<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7cxIU-1IEnkrUlNLKysOCwGvs3s0SoB65w1ekY7citwBgriS3EFlSPaNu3UQmQnXt0cMudkpDR6PmCrJH1KCjxb-oMueYxjPg8yeM6hR3m3pkyuQZl1GD-paX8HV8oOnYCP3YjgNfl4/s1600-r/attachment.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9ihCksX3rN_TiXQA8ePU6IS-B2SUfFerrDkHddye2dhYbXDTKczBWpkPew4cADAuZDph62DETBhqIKK2tFp0ZtJcJEVjvmz7uVJ17YhXGxt7kxyyY8AEGHAeNvq8_4vuUHhHI4OeURY/s200/attachment.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139984017490944530" /></a><br />Kids are just not what they used to be... Here's proof. I cannot believe that this girl was allowed out of her house. I don't know if she would still wear that if she had a 360 degree mirror like they do on TLC's "WHAT NOT TO WEAR" and realize her buns are out for all to see. So disgraceful so I had to be pervy and take a picture.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-7645873259816357622007-11-28T17:42:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:52.338-08:00The Lil' Christmas Tree with Big Balls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9qSf44GV9sLHdogcZkABnbolyntHecZX4StvXFNkQanRvjlBlNmA76hjvxoVSPBD39qLseJkTOwbSioVBODnq7v4qwaZqgPKn1GOQcbAwvIket1UebGpXn5Qi0Ky6VEhk-P8u4sMg5U/s1600-r/attachment-5.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvj7SOxaNdqDZ3waf0JBjDOk8-ah7yb18MgegOr8QwXgDuIsnqO0JxombZB9Q4jsSbvEu-mq33HS8EotZLNl3U1vgZH61GMzqxYIeFAX_V0EqeCIehWAd4ccnbAdBe4wkr5ktQ5bwY5c/s200/attachment-5.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139982140590236162" /></a><br />So I decided i was going to decorate my cubicle at work for Christmas just as I did last year... with my mini Christmas tree. I just thought I would share it with you as well.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-91689049409896631362007-11-21T19:35:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:52.524-08:00Give Thanks...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV_lbA3d3BPlJJZ0cQZ1hLH45SeX-A_wkSVyergjUFRoE1O0JQ0NPrlfWzVcw97a4fsNEL4pl1lFueyjwiC6XqduvqawIhiHQGkQhm9G2q1CGL9QNkZzbdtq-RgYSXB33pYzgGW-Y7sg/s1600-h/PT00.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijV_lbA3d3BPlJJZ0cQZ1hLH45SeX-A_wkSVyergjUFRoE1O0JQ0NPrlfWzVcw97a4fsNEL4pl1lFueyjwiC6XqduvqawIhiHQGkQhm9G2q1CGL9QNkZzbdtq-RgYSXB33pYzgGW-Y7sg/s200/PT00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135507795019692114" /></a><br /><br /><br />So I wanted to share a few things I am thankful for and some of the blessings God has given to me. <br /><br /><br /><br />A Loving Family<br />Wonderful Friends, new and old<br />Another year of life <br />A good job <br />Laughter<br />A new home<br />A new comfortable bed (I really enjoy sleep)<br /><br />Use this Thanksgiving holiday as an opportunity to thank those you love for being a part of your life. Live each day as if it were your last and have purpose. <br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!<br /><br /><br />In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. - 1 Thessalonians 5:18Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-24326275188158103002007-11-19T20:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:52.757-08:00Pepto-Bismol on Wheels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbuWsEjFyYTtxnOYQARoZMeWbP_-CWTQx0V7qVJhEZojQhvn_pikWvJofGM3bU0-fwuIVcchbBB2DK2GPBB1Gka2wLMoblKfwWLGp53676mVfJAC4YQDLYOGUC53i14d1Q7UO-h-jdU4/s1600-h/attachment-2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbuWsEjFyYTtxnOYQARoZMeWbP_-CWTQx0V7qVJhEZojQhvn_pikWvJofGM3bU0-fwuIVcchbBB2DK2GPBB1Gka2wLMoblKfwWLGp53676mVfJAC4YQDLYOGUC53i14d1Q7UO-h-jdU4/s200/attachment-2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134779536070015042" /></a><br /><br />I was driving the other day and spotted a PINK PT CRUISER. Now I am a girly girl who enjoys the color pink... to an extent. Seriously Lady a pink car? And this wasn't a Mary Kay vehicle either. That is an example of dedication to the color pink. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to snap a picture.Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-57554284436228451642007-11-19T20:25:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:54.007-08:00Love and Marriage... Sharing is Caring.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTtNOQ30k-pO5RJRwq8FDgFTeFQadF9uo9zO5QGWLeuoOdp4kaEQi2_VRIE-oWs-UYJ5YG3qbO4NP0AAYcpCf4lfbtT5ng_3O6aVuAW4qnuSIpAtNpyidzbzehCgb1rgKmb1ajxYWKVg/s1600-h/S388.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTtNOQ30k-pO5RJRwq8FDgFTeFQadF9uo9zO5QGWLeuoOdp4kaEQi2_VRIE-oWs-UYJ5YG3qbO4NP0AAYcpCf4lfbtT5ng_3O6aVuAW4qnuSIpAtNpyidzbzehCgb1rgKmb1ajxYWKVg/s200/S388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134776920434931762" /></a><br /><br />Today marks a year celebrating the marriage of my little buddy Steph to her husband Casey. I was lucky enough to be a part of their special day. Happy Anniversary Steph and Casey. I love you guys and am proud of how you've both grown through this past year. Unfortunately, her pal Pickle seems to be the exact same as she was last year. Still single, broke and strange. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DD5-9s8b8FSEv2cWlyF0K2orqfy1reXqdPCwVxWatJ365y-x5dBvT7ul5ujF5CHVg9FGNj3pnVp9QCfyK3nUPhWWLBuWIWqXmr4utIKggTSvgf1soFtOO9NSYJSxavQ5Dl1gj4w8TI/s1600-h/IMG_2342.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-DD5-9s8b8FSEv2cWlyF0K2orqfy1reXqdPCwVxWatJ365y-x5dBvT7ul5ujF5CHVg9FGNj3pnVp9QCfyK3nUPhWWLBuWIWqXmr4utIKggTSvgf1soFtOO9NSYJSxavQ5Dl1gj4w8TI/s200/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134776718571468834" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8025181782740901110.post-56116432202975636762007-11-12T22:03:00.000-08:002008-12-09T03:36:55.072-08:00I Have Found My Calling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9IakEnz2FCOwjynZ0Qfhlphd2_m_k3spWEIF-XWRh79hemGHQxqkaYLcExWp9DVdcXc-FNZaTiU6doctvZvyDOCtaXRKLZEi3v_ejhdrmEUjxapRnINKqk_7k4y4xlCIJdpd3RcosiA/s1600-h/IMG_2614.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9IakEnz2FCOwjynZ0Qfhlphd2_m_k3spWEIF-XWRh79hemGHQxqkaYLcExWp9DVdcXc-FNZaTiU6doctvZvyDOCtaXRKLZEi3v_ejhdrmEUjxapRnINKqk_7k4y4xlCIJdpd3RcosiA/s200/IMG_2614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132932025822869522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgHzCE8-JiLWPCSnm3jAttwBLNIouFoPaQH6ZAOAhumjKqEbrMN4iRJDmnm9ETN5_JI0hrfPJtrFIiCO7h1h-oH8JSuAEzMIfG9egzWH2_9PpYyl3pvM_6c7d1OcV66AFofaYu7TIsVo/s1600-h/DSC01129.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgHzCE8-JiLWPCSnm3jAttwBLNIouFoPaQH6ZAOAhumjKqEbrMN4iRJDmnm9ETN5_JI0hrfPJtrFIiCO7h1h-oH8JSuAEzMIfG9egzWH2_9PpYyl3pvM_6c7d1OcV66AFofaYu7TIsVo/s200/DSC01129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132931587736205314" /></a><br /><br />So I am really enjoying this blogging activity. I never really thought I would like it as much as I have in the past 2 weeks. I enjoy sharing all my random pent up thoughts in my head. My friends and family were becoming immune to it. I was browsing through my iPhoto gallery and realized I have tons of random photos, I just never had an avenue to share them with others and have them appreciate and celebrate how random my mind really is. So just wanted to post a couple of pics and say thank you blogspot, thank you.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0aYM4LSrBvRzlYPr-bPuYJA6Bv5x1qAP5yPjFSwmtWudLSCBzJAqQv8E92Jrn0Fy-ycdB72f6fA0qujEvzf13pJQAlNLezAeq5Ep8YcMbtShygHTt1t4vBOxy_PBq9jGln0b7CI4Q4k/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0aYM4LSrBvRzlYPr-bPuYJA6Bv5x1qAP5yPjFSwmtWudLSCBzJAqQv8E92Jrn0Fy-ycdB72f6fA0qujEvzf13pJQAlNLezAeq5Ep8YcMbtShygHTt1t4vBOxy_PBq9jGln0b7CI4Q4k/s200/DSC01017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132931257023723506" /></a>Picklehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837516709542469848noreply@blogger.com4