<?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-2938852945300228315</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:11:48.542-07:00</updated><category term='worry'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='ME'/><category term='sad'/><category term='Grey&apos;s'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='tired'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='niece'/><category term='boys'/><category term='confused'/><category term='A-Listers'/><category term='grateful'/><category term='Bike'/><category term='Curt'/><category term='hair'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The A-lister</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a crazy, outgoing, and humble &lt;br&gt; small town girl who has loved and &lt;br&gt;lost, laughed and lived, and &lt;br&gt;grown and matured into a confident&lt;br&gt; amazing woman!! At least I like &lt;br&gt;to think so and thats all that&lt;br&gt; matters!
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I hope you enjoy my blog but tread &lt;br&gt;lightly because somedays my posts &lt;br&gt;are random but others tend to get a &lt;br&gt;little deep -close to my heart that is. 
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~A~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-189147040694929039</id><published>2009-02-02T06:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:26:20.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Too many adventures to list....</title><content type='html'>not sure what happened this weekend to make me think of my blog but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my last comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No- I obviously didn't die from my bike, I've lived and well!! The bike is my baby and gives me an escape whenever I need it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No- I was not blogging nor was I even viewing it, I just kinda walked away. If I remember correctly, it happened around the time I got promoted so I think I was laying low...and eventually just stayed low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so let me summarize the last 6 or so months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June- bought my bike, got a promotion&lt;br /&gt;July/August - Blah&lt;br /&gt;Sept - Hurricane Ike destroyed my apartment....spent the rest of the month moving and dealing with insurance.&lt;br /&gt;Oct - got my wisdom teeth pulled :-/ oouch!&lt;br /&gt;Nov - family time I guess...nothing too crazy&lt;br /&gt;Dec - more family time!!&lt;br /&gt;Jan - I don't remember&lt;br /&gt;and not Feb...well it just started so I'm hoping for something exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've missed some things but I will try to post up in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well this new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-189147040694929039?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/189147040694929039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=189147040694929039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/189147040694929039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/189147040694929039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2009/02/too-many-adventures-to-list.html' title='Too many adventures to list....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-2077636908801258029</id><published>2008-06-26T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:15.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been busy...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I'm a bad blogger! But hey how can you resist this?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJfjSSHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-0Yz4WoUxW4/s1600-h/bike11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJfjSSHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-0Yz4WoUxW4/s400/bike11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216308725141358706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJthHKdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O4Iq_IFV-Ww/s1600-h/bike13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJthHKdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/O4Iq_IFV-Ww/s400/bike13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216308728890337746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJ5RGWRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQQK6iJs9oU/s1600-h/bike14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJ5RGWRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FQQK6iJs9oU/s400/bike14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216308732044400914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNKNsql_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ilIjfYTYMd8/s1600-h/bike22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNKNsql_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ilIjfYTYMd8/s400/bike22.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216308737528731634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-2077636908801258029?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2077636908801258029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=2077636908801258029' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2077636908801258029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2077636908801258029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been busy...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SGQNJfjSSHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-0Yz4WoUxW4/s72-c/bike11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6645474031194077274</id><published>2008-06-23T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:16.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bike'/><title type='text'>My Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>to MYSELF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SF_HgN0QIhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zefI1iyZJYU/s1600-h/my+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SF_HgN0QIhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zefI1iyZJYU/s400/my+bike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215106249796887058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SF_H3xVRZlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gVnJR3guayM/s1600-h/GSXR600K8_white_f8fbfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SF_H3xVRZlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gVnJR3guayM/s400/GSXR600K8_white_f8fbfd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215106654467614290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6645474031194077274?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6645474031194077274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6645474031194077274' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6645474031194077274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6645474031194077274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-birthday-present.html' title='My Birthday Present'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SF_HgN0QIhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zefI1iyZJYU/s72-c/my+bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-2061982447868450346</id><published>2008-06-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:19:33.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore, worn out, tired....but happy</title><content type='html'>So I'm 25 and I don't care what anyone says I feel like I just turn 21 again. I swear, I haven't drank this much since college. My body HURTS! Or maybe that's from the disastrous attempt to wake board Saturday. Or maybe it's from my heavy make out session both Friday and Saturday night with the new boy. Either way every move I make hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since all my girls were in San Antonio the boys opted to take me to dinner Friday night....and get me toasted on Margaritas! I must say it was a lot of fun! Boys are crazy! Then Saturday we(the boys and me) went on the river with the boat. I really wanted to wake board but sadly I sucked and the boat just threw me around like a freakin rag doll! And somehow I had the energy to go out that night....but the boys....NO, they all passed out! Luckily my girl, Crystal was game for the festivities so we hit up a big club close to down town! AND LET ME TELL YOU! We danced out pretty little hearts out! As soon as she emails me the pics of my drunken stupor I will post a few for your entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Sunday was spent on my sofa trying to recover! But I'm STILL sore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a hard, sad day. Driving to work I found my heart sinking deeper and deeper the closer I got to the Branch. As soon as I turn onto the last street and saw the empty parking spot that Jesse used to occupy the tears started to flow....fast and intense. I sat in the parking lot for five minutes trying to compose myself but the moment I stepped foot in the store I had a relapse. One of the customers cracked a joke and realized soon after I wasn't laughing. Keep in mind all these people had been here for a week dealing with the lose but me...I was stuck in Dallas...alone! Coming back to the place where I made so many great memories with my good friend hurt! But today I am much better. We've had a few good laughs this morning remembering some of the funny thing Jesse used to do or say...like "DUH!" when I asked a stupid question that I, of course, knew the answer to but just wasn't thinking at the time. I really miss my work buddy! But I can't tell you have blessed I feel for having the chance to meet him and share so much time with him. He made work FUN! and I'm happy to report I have a smile on my face right now just thinking about him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope everyone is having a great week. And do me a favor....kiss, hug , or love on someone today! Today should be a day filled with smiles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::HUG::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-2061982447868450346?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2061982447868450346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=2061982447868450346' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2061982447868450346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2061982447868450346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/sore-worn-out-tiredbut-happy.html' title='Sore, worn out, tired....but happy'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-8804711097675623312</id><published>2008-06-13T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:02:44.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is...</title><content type='html'>Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Quarter Life Crisis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I come home from Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I get any and all the Pizza I want!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time in over a week I get to make out with a boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day most of my friends are leaving for San Antonio without me. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW LETS MAKE THE BEST OF IT! I'll try to keep you posted on this weekend's festivities. Something tells me many of alcoholic beverages will be consumed and the bathroom floor might become my new best friend! Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-8804711097675623312?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8804711097675623312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=8804711097675623312' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8804711097675623312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8804711097675623312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is.html' title='Today is...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7723414208643964366</id><published>2008-06-11T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:20:32.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory</title><content type='html'>This post is in memory of my favorite co-worker, Jesse, who passed away in a car wreck Sunday night. Its been a long hard week working in Dallas away from my family and friends. Jesse was the co-worker I always referred to that would poke fun at me when I would laugh out loud at your blogs. He was the person I shared most of your funny life experiences with and was by far one of the kindest humans I have ever met. Jesse might have been 30 years older than me but I am not afraid to admit he was one of my closest friends. He is definitely one of those people I will never forget! Monday will be a hard day for me as I have to report back to the store were I worked with him. I will have to sit in the same stool next to his station and work on the computer directly to what was him right. I'm not sure how my emotions will react as Monday when I found out about the accident I broke down. My work day ended shortly there after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a moment to say a prayer for his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be deeply missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be back to my regualarly scheduled blogging once I get back to Houston next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not sure what I'm doing on my birthday. Luckily I don't have to come back to Dallas next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7723414208643964366?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7723414208643964366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7723414208643964366' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7723414208643964366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7723414208643964366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-memory.html' title='In Memory'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7400258512181520074</id><published>2008-06-04T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:16.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>What day is it??   **warning another vent</title><content type='html'>My week has been so crazy and busy! So much going on I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First- My poor poor Maddie had an accident. After she was playing in her little kiddy pool she took a v-line straight for the back porch which is made of concrete ....the outcome is easy to figure out. From what my sis says she was a super trooper crying for about 5 minutes and getting 7 stitches!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SEbpMbsBotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q6p92K32KFw/s1600-h/moomoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 8px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SEbpMbsBotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q6p92K32KFw/s400/moomoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208106418900673234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out today I will be spending the next two weeks working in Dallas... which wouldn't be so bad if my 25th B-day wasn't next friday, yes Friday the 13th!! All my friends are going to San Antonio and I had to cancel. So Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus since I had to cancel so late I told T I would cover my portion of the Hotel which was supposed to be split 4 ways. WELL....My other friend decided to cancel today and I guess wasn't planning on paying still. AND...T informed me that her bf, whom she invited to stay in the room with us, was not paying either. She felt she couldn't ask him to pay since she invited him! WELL excuse me but it is my b-day and I'm not staying for FREE so why the hell would I cover your bf's portion of the bill?? ON MY DAY!?!?! ARE YOU FREAKING NUTS! So the bill went from $50 to $150 and I was NOT happy! Well after voicing my opinion T told me not to worry about it, she will just make it into a nice vaca for her and her boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly thats not even the end of it. I totally forgot I told my mom I would stay out at the farm to feed the animals the 17th-20th b/c her and my dad are taking a vaca...well I can't very well do that if my boss sends me to Dallas now can I?? So my mom was not happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now...the week before, week after and week of my birthday are looking a little SH*TTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am stressed to the Nth degree!! and sad. I've never really done anything big for my birthday b/c so many people have b-days around mine....and here the one I was supposed to have fun and go out of town for is now ruined! And all anyone around me can do is bitch! WHAT THE HELL ABOUT ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be about just ME?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7400258512181520074?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7400258512181520074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7400258512181520074' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7400258512181520074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7400258512181520074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-day-is-it-warning-another-vent.html' title='What day is it??   **warning another vent'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SEbpMbsBotI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q6p92K32KFw/s72-c/moomoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4285609118790935047</id><published>2008-06-02T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:30:52.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>No reply = More messages</title><content type='html'>Ok so remember Friday's no reply comment???? Yeah, sadly so do I!  Well I am pleased to annouce I stuck to my guns but as my luck would have it Curt still didn't get the point. The first email in my inbox this morning was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie,&lt;br /&gt;so, I may have been a little hasty in responding to you the other night, I was just a tad pissed and tend to ramble and not get to the point when I am angry.  All that I should have said which still applies is, breaking up with someone using a text message is a damn shitty thing to do.  I deserved better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply that I DO NOT plan on sending to him but I thought I would share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK...so let me get this straight. My text was me breaking up with you????? ::cough, cough:: I thought I did that 3 weeks ago. Which explained why we haven't seen one another this whole time nor spoken on the phone. Really you are the only one that has been contacting me. And that conversation we did have three weeks ago was IN PERSON and I specificly remember saying "I can't continue what we were doing. It was too much too fast." I even made the comment "I just want to poor cold water on the whole thing for now". Thats when you were like "Its ok Allie, I'm a big boy, I can handle it" &lt;--I couldn't forget that annoying ass comment even if I tried! Needless-to-say that was about the time I ended the convo and you left. No kiss. No hug. Just bye. REMEMBER NOW!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would have continued to talk to him if he wouldn't have been all BABY this or BABY that everytime he wrote me (YES WROTE/GCHAT). I even replied to him on gchat with "I'm not happy and not really in the mood to talk." And just to reiderate we didn't see each other for 3 weeks....3 WEEKS!!! I'm sorry but he didn't call. I didn't call. The interest was gone so this "break up" drama is a shock to me. I really only sent that message last week to stop the random messages he was sending and to once again get my point across (The one he missed when he was being a BIG BOY!) At this point I thought it was just a waste of time....which I figured he would agree once I spoke up. I thought he would have just been like "yeah no worries I could tell the connection was fading" BUT NO! NO! NO! He had to be that guy. That guy that doesn't get it b/c he thinks every girl should just love him. BLAH! BLAH BLAH! Go away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK vent over. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listen...come again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4285609118790935047?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4285609118790935047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4285609118790935047' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4285609118790935047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4285609118790935047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-reply-more-messages.html' title='No reply = More messages'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5271664160647688008</id><published>2008-05-30T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:22:50.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>damned if I do, damned if I don't</title><content type='html'>so Curt sent me a text at work yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt:Hey Allie, just thinking about you, I hope you are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to reply since it had been a least a week since our last brief conversation but my mom told me to be nice just in case he really did have feelings for me. Keep in mind its been a few weeks now since we had our talk about me not being in the same place as him and not wanting to move forward. She told me to remember what it was like when I liked someone that wasn't all into me. So with that quilt I text him back but not til later on in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm really not a bad person. I'm just not in it anymore. I'm not as ready as I thought I was. Scared or not I have a lot of problems I need to work through. Sorry it took me so long to reply just needed the time 2 think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt: I don't understand &lt;br /&gt;I agree you are not a bad person, but honestly, just immature, the life experience is not there. Yeah I acted like a dork, was goofy at times but I was just having fun which is what it is all about. Allie, I also know what I want when I see it and am not scared to go after it because it does not come around very often. Life is too short to sweat the small shit and spend all your time trying to figure yourself out. There is a lot more I could say but I guess it doesn't matter now. All I know is that I have feelings for you and that is all that matters. Take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES that was ALL in one text!! I was like WHAA?!?!?! Damned if I do, Damned if I don't! What the hell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I did NOT reply. First off no one has ever called me immature! Ever! All I've ever heard my whole life was "you are mature beyond your years" so where does he get that I'm immature? -Because I can't force myself to continue something I don't want to????? And what in the world does he mean life is too short to figure yourself out??? I'm sorry but I think its a mature decision to not bring someone into my life if I haven't quite figured out what I WANT! This might actually be the reason most marriages end, b/c they didn't really know what they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS! Don't patronize a girl for telling the truth. Seriously I could have been the typical biotch and not answered any of his calls or text and just ignored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5271664160647688008?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5271664160647688008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5271664160647688008' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5271664160647688008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5271664160647688008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/damned-if-i-do-damned-if-i-dont.html' title='damned if I do, damned if I don&apos;t'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-8917999430234405127</id><published>2008-05-29T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:17.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Little Boy!!</title><content type='html'>Meet Dominus Villa (Latin for Master of the house). We call him Dom or Dominus for short. My parents breed, raise, and show Saddlebred horses so I've grown up with them my whole life. He is our first baby boy so I claimed him as mine from day one! He's been in training for a year and a half now so I haven't seen him in forever. This is him at his very first show 2 weeks ago!! He placed 2nd!!! Because he is the Sh*t! That and he is very studly and talented!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SD7o2bsBorI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OdhNFtHPjgA/s1600-h/Sport+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SD7o2bsBorI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OdhNFtHPjgA/s400/Sport+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854241129865906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SD7o27sBosI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vBM97o7W6Lk/s1600-h/sport+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SD7o27sBosI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vBM97o7W6Lk/s400/sport+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205854249719800514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Oh and if you would like to buy him, the opening bid is $55,000. just fyi. If you ask me though...he is worth so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-8917999430234405127?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8917999430234405127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=8917999430234405127' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8917999430234405127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8917999430234405127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-baby.html' title='My Little Boy!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SD7o2bsBorI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OdhNFtHPjgA/s72-c/Sport+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-1211596636202278578</id><published>2008-05-27T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:57:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down, Round and Round</title><content type='html'>Why has everything been so hard lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Memorial weekend had its ups and downs. A lot of stuff went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night-low key party at a friends &lt;br /&gt;Saturday-pool pool pool...&lt;br /&gt;Sat night-(Where is gets a little complicated)&lt;br /&gt;Looking super fly, we went to a 80's party at a club in Down town. T wanted to leave to meet up with her new BF so I decided to go with. Somewhere between the cab drive and walking in the club I got frustrated. I tried to blow it off since we were in a Salsa club and the music was great, BUT (big BUT) the BF's friend, who was about a foot shorter than me(no relevance, just thought you should know) would not leave me alone. I had never met him before and it was like he wanted to hold a 20 min conversation in a tornado of noise. I felt like T just left me to fend for myself. Why is it girls forget about who they are with and what they are doing when they are with a boy they are trying to impress. I felt extremely out of place, alone and believe it or not insecure. I wanted to go home...NOW! I sat down for a good 10 min before T even noticed I wasn't having a good time. After a few weird faces from her she asked the BF if we could all leave and we headed out. On the street she and the BF took a stride that put them at least 30 feet in front of me. But guess who stayed back with me???? Yes the annoying friend. He asked me if I was ok and when I repied I'm not really having a good time he said something along the lines of his night being worse b/c he had been at that club all night. All I could think was THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION! I'm having a horrible time, leave me the hell alone! It was at this very moment when I thought this that I stopped in my tracks and decided I was calling a cab. I was ready to go home. The friend calls out to T and BF to let them know I was on the phone. Of course T is upset but at this point I had started crying and didn't care. I was sick of doing what everyone else wanted to do! Do you hear me??? SICK OF IT! So here I was in a little mini dress, super high heals, sitting on the steps in front a Gap, crying my eyes out. I was overwhelmed with rejection from the boy I love, pressure from my best friend, and annoyance from a little man that wouldn't shut up! Seriously, what is a girl supposed to do at a moment like this? Me? I cry. Sadly it didn't end there. I wasn't allowed to leave alone b/c T said so (ok mommy). So We all left and guess who I had to sit in the back seat with?? YEAH that guy! We end up going back to the BF's house and when we finally arrive the friend thought it necessary to tap me really hard about 5 times on the shoulder. I'm assuming that he thought I was asleep. No sir, I was just ignoring you! Well, to my surprise we were ALL staying the night there. I tried to call my other girl friend to pick me up but as my luck would have it my phone was beeping at me since it was about to die. WHY God?? WHY?? So as the night went on I fell asleep on the sofa....UNTIL I woke up to the friend stomping down the stairs. I guess he decided he wanted to watch a movie.....and LOUD! He put on Dazed and Confused with the volume at I'll say 75 to get the point across! He must have noticed I woke up b/c while looking AT THE TV he mumbled, "I didn't mean to wake you". Then he turned around and said "Guess we are going to share the bed tonight"....WHAT??!?!?!?! A big U shaped sofa is not a bed and please stop being a CREEP! I wanted so badly to scream HELP!!! But as my luck would have it AGAIN about 10 minutes later while WE(the friend and I) were still awake I hear T upstairs railing the BF...not just sex, RAILING! After waking up the next morning I was told they broke the bed....how sweet it that. Thanks T! I've always wanted to hear what a wild night of sex would sound like with you and the BF but it only made the experience better sleeping by a babbling drunk ass douche! My hats to you for providing the worst night of my life! &lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad the night is over and I never have to see that guy again! Unless my good luck comes back to bit me in the ass again....lets all hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the rest of the weekend went quiet smoothly. We were all invited to a friend lake house in Livingston. We left Sunday morning and the weather could not have been more perfect. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent floating on the tubs, drinking, and showing a lot of skin. &lt;-no boys yet and hey, we wanted to get tan on all those non-tan places. I started getting a little sea sick when the wake heighten so I decided to lay out on the dock. Alcohol + sea sick = passed out girl on the dock (with legs spread eagle and my left arm above my head)....which later on = super burnt girl on the dock with a sore arm, two faced (left WHITE, right RED),and fiery inner thighs (not sure about you but my crotch doesn't get much sun). The boys showed up late Sunday night just in time for the hot tub and ummm...more drinking. &lt;br /&gt;Monday was a typical Memorial day. We all went out on the boat for some wake boarding, drink a lot more, then took a long nap before the drive home. I really had a good time and I was super happy the guys were so nice and not a one was over baring or even in hook up mode. We all had one thing in common, having a good, fun, relaxing holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Tuesday is here and I'm back at work, I'm really just glad I made it through the weekend alive. And YAY for a short work week! Lets hope this weekend is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw: Happy late Memorial Day! Hope you had a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-1211596636202278578?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/1211596636202278578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=1211596636202278578' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1211596636202278578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1211596636202278578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/up-and-down-round-and-round.html' title='Up and Down, Round and Round'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4471775591060541320</id><published>2008-05-22T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:10:56.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>crush-ed</title><content type='html'>This is a post I started last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly I'm crying at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crush, yes, my best friend, RT has elected to stop communication with me because he("we" really but I didn't mean it) finds it too hard for the two of us to remain friends. He loves me, he cares for me, he will miss me but he cannot move forward and have a girlfriend at this time in his life. It seems the pressure has grown too much. We have a long past that includes some pretty intense moments in our lives but I still love him and I know he loves me. In the hopes of something more I seemed to have pushed him further away....and this is where the tears flow. Its my fault. I wanted so much it causes me to lose it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. I'm alone. I'm heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is the love of my life and truly my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do now when I need a good laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to talk me to sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;Who will keep me updated on the latest and great youtube videos?&lt;br /&gt;Who can I vent all my work frustrations to?&lt;br /&gt;Who will let me share ever deep dark secret with them and not judge?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to love me for me? WHO?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Blogging gives me some relief but I want the hug that comes after the bad day. I want the kiss that comes after I love you. I want the warm body sprawled over me while watching tv. I want my best friend back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes grow puffy and my heart heavy I find myself only wanting to stay in the sanctuary of my own home...alone. Back to insecure depressed homebody 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MnMG7381e8g&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats where last nights post ends and this morning begins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I talked to RT again late last night. He expressed his sadness knowing how dissapointed I was. He made it very clear that it wasn't me, he just couldn't put the effort into a (long distance)relationship like he knew I wanted.  He worried that if we tried it things would turn sour. He says things like " I don't know if I'm cut out for dating....but then he says he's not sure if he will always feel this way. I haven't mentioned it yet b/c I got my hopes all up but Last week he came down and we spend 3-4 days together and had the best time. No pressure. No expectations. Equal comromise. (No sex just cuddling). I explained clearly to him that I want that! He agreed it was great but still worries(negatively) about the end result! Why do boys have such a hard time going out on a limb?!?! If he can tell me he loves me and that this last month has been great and we both want to spend time with one another doesn't that warrant trying things out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow almost started crying at work thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4471775591060541320?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4471775591060541320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4471775591060541320' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4471775591060541320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4471775591060541320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/crush-ed.html' title='crush-ed'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4742380795320507926</id><published>2008-05-19T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:31:09.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>Sex on the Mind</title><content type='html'>Not sure how it came up but sex was the main topic of conversation yesterday. I was with T and my other friend Ruby at the pool all day with a few hot boys when it all started. Hot boy numero uno, lets call him Sexy (very fitting for the time being), was definitely in my line of site all day. I was flirting hard core and found myself with a serious crush. We, being girls, giggled about all the hotties around us and kept cracking jokes about how much we missed sex! I won’t lie, all the talk made it really hard for me to stay composed. Thank god for the pool temp because I really needed to cool off! Well Sexy and his friend invited Ruby and I to dinner. It was there that they asked why we kept teasing about a drought. Well, Ruby is in love with a boy who, due to work reasons, moved to Denver, CO. So needless-to-say she doesn’t get any unless he is in town. Then there is me, and as much as I want to lay down the next hot boy I see (particularly the one sitting right next to me) I’m a good girl and I know that it would not be enjoyable FOR ME if I have no feelings for him. AND, if I’m going to have sex it had better be enjoyable damnit! Now I talk a lot and am not shy so the boys asked why I didn’t just have sex....as if I’m just going to give it up. HA! Silly boys! I explained that although I don’t mind talking about sex and all its pleasures that doesn’t mean I’m going to just go to bed with some guy I don’t know. Then I explained how my 1 one-night-stand in college ended with me unsatisfied! NO BUENO! Never again! Completely regretted it and still do! I can’t feel used while having sex....and I did...and it sucked. &lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, when and if the right guy comes alone (even if its not forever) I will be all over it! Sex is a must....good sex is a must! And with the amount of time that’s gone by now...it shouldn’t be that hard to please me. &lt;br /&gt;Well back to the boys....dinner was good, along with the 2 hour sex convo but there wasn’t a if-we-had-sex-this-is-what-it-would-look-like moment like &lt;a href="http://checkelsewhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kali’s&lt;/a&gt;....YES, I’m still jealous Girl! Sexy was nice but shy. His friend said if you like him you have to be pretty bold. So maybe next time we meet up I will muster up the courage to do something bold. Wish me luck! Oh, How I wish I had something more juicy to tell you...humph!&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it....FOR NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4742380795320507926?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4742380795320507926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4742380795320507926' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4742380795320507926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4742380795320507926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-on-mind.html' title='Sex on the Mind'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6965190362903838284</id><published>2008-05-16T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:18.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I miss my T!</title><content type='html'>T has invited me over tonight for Dinner, a movie, and shackin’ up....no get your mind out of the gutter! With Curt out of the way we can hang out again!! T is actually getting some nudie photos done tomorrow and she wants me to be there to help her pose and do make-up! I'm excited for her! I've always wanted to get some done but I'm a weenie. Plus I would want to be in the best shape of my life and needless-to-say I've been pretty lazy lately. &lt;br /&gt;So question... &lt;br /&gt;If you are a girl would you get some done? &lt;br /&gt;If you are a guy would you want your girl to? If no why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite poses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odGuRwcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gcdrbMT0w7w/s1600-h/Heidi%2520Klum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odGuRwcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gcdrbMT0w7w/s200/Heidi%2520Klum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200998362657178050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odWuRwdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jsfokyYJxpw/s1600-h/83_BrendaNoort_supermodel_freecomputer_destkopwallpaper_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odWuRwdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jsfokyYJxpw/s200/83_BrendaNoort_supermodel_freecomputer_destkopwallpaper_s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200998366952145362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odWuRweI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c9Du3EfllaQ/s1600-h/crazed-supermodel-pissed-at-heathrow-t5-failure2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odWuRweI/AAAAAAAAAF8/c9Du3EfllaQ/s200/crazed-supermodel-pissed-at-heathrow-t5-failure2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200998366952145378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is going on today! No one is on gmail chat! Is today a holiday I forgot about or did everyone just take off work and not send me the memo? I'm super jealous! I want to be in bed right now....better yet, I want to be in bed right now with RT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6965190362903838284?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6965190362903838284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6965190362903838284' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6965190362903838284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6965190362903838284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-my-t.html' title='I miss my T!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SC2odGuRwcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gcdrbMT0w7w/s72-c/Heidi%2520Klum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6988698532384243233</id><published>2008-05-14T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:18.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>N.E.R.D. Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>and I'm not just talking about what the kids called me in Jr. High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCsPRGuRwbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xixDg2_cRWk/s1600-h/Pharrell,+Chad+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCsPRGuRwbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xixDg2_cRWk/s400/Pharrell,+Chad+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200266981266276786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what Pharrell said something bad happened so Shay couldn't make it. So Pictured is Chris, Myself, and Pharrell only. And I use &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; very lightly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2777809440103494351ItdtHl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb33.webshots.com/26016/2777809440103494351S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Chad &amp; Pharrell of N.E.R.D."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check out that HUGE ROCK on his right hand. Oh my Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2097641790103494351AFYXGA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb57.webshots.com/1912/2097641790103494351S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Pharrell Williams"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2274468190103494351pbjufi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://inlinethumb49.webshots.com/41072/2274468190103494351S600x600Q85.jpg" alt="Chad &amp; Pharrell of N.E.R.D."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping the Podcast gets posted soon so I can share it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6988698532384243233?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6988698532384243233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6988698532384243233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6988698532384243233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6988698532384243233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/nerd-baby.html' title='N.E.R.D. Baby!!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCsPRGuRwbI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xixDg2_cRWk/s72-c/Pharrell,+Chad+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5660313632055037218</id><published>2008-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:39:30.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>Time to confess</title><content type='html'>So after a week of thinking long and hard about where I was going with Curt, I decided I couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mature Reasons-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-he is 32 and wants to get married&lt;br /&gt;-all his friends are married&lt;br /&gt;-I feel the want for me to be just like his friends' wives.&lt;br /&gt;-We've only been dating for a month&lt;br /&gt;-He pinches me on the butt in very inappropriate times...like when I'm on my exclamation point and have knife stabbingly sharp pains and trying to relax as much as possible. ASS! &lt;--can't tell you how pissed I was since I was EXTREMELY sick too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Immature Reasons-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't get RT out of my mind! &lt;br /&gt;-I feel like I'm more mature than Curt....most of the time!&lt;br /&gt;-I'm 24! and maybe I want to be single when I hit my quarter-life crisis exactly a month from today!&lt;br /&gt;-I don't want to feel guilty if I go visit RT in Austin again. The River is calling my name again since its now up in the 90s!!&lt;br /&gt;-Did I tell you I still think about RT! I'm hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curt took it surprisingly well, but I was pushed further away when he made the comment "I'm a big boy Allie, I can handle it". Ummm....ok?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Rover, Red Rover, Please send Young, Handsome, and financially stable over!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5660313632055037218?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5660313632055037218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5660313632055037218' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5660313632055037218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5660313632055037218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-confess.html' title='Time to confess'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6187202157195299831</id><published>2008-05-12T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:14:45.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Beautiful and Very Entertaining Niece!</title><content type='html'>2 Videos my Sister and BIL posted on youtube of my niece, Maddie. Keep in mind she isn't even 2 yrs old yet! Gotta love my MooMoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Favorite Song and her Favorite Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoiTm5LVkSk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HoiTm5LVkSk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1eioXpQTMk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1eioXpQTMk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6187202157195299831?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6187202157195299831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6187202157195299831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6187202157195299831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6187202157195299831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-beautiful-and-very-entertaining.html' title='My Beautiful and Very Entertaining Niece!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5451755499137526319</id><published>2008-05-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:06:36.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A-Listers'/><title type='text'>A-listers!</title><content type='html'>Entertainment for the weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new list of comical 20 somethings, just like me (I wish I was as funny!) ---&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They provide the best relief from work and more LOLs than a 13 yr old texting her BFF!&lt;br /&gt;Check'em out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A-listers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourbeardisgood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Your Beard is Good&lt;/a&gt; - funniest Indian I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keepyourreceipt.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Typing Makes Me Sound Busy&lt;/a&gt; - props to the only chica that made the list!! I've never LOL so many times over one post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://survivingmyself.wordpress.com/"&gt;Surviving Myself&lt;/a&gt; - Straight from NY! Funny because it's all so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://startingoverat24.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starting Over at 24&lt;/a&gt; - Tales of a newly single 20 something coping to the wild world of dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeinthenook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life In The Nook&lt;/a&gt; - a Country boy that reminds me everyday why I left for the big city! **no offense! You are Classic in my book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5451755499137526319?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5451755499137526319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5451755499137526319' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5451755499137526319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5451755499137526319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/listers.html' title='A-listers!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3749149280585246541</id><published>2008-05-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:18.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>Is Too Much Sugar a Bad Thing?</title><content type='html'>Things with Curtis are none the less great, maybe too great. He is so nice, maybe even too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at home sick Tuesday with what I'm assuming was/is a sinus infection. My throat is sore, my chest and head feel congested to the MAX and I get dizzy every time I stand.Shorty after waking up I got a phone call from Curt. He demanded I tell him what I needed to make it through the day. Without giving him an answer he stated he would stop by on his way to work. 8:30 came with a knock on my door. The sweet boy brought me orange juice and soup. To top that he checked in on me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the day and even stopped by the pharmacy on his lunch break to get me some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meds&lt;/span&gt;. How in the world could I ask for more...and why would I even think about RT at a time like this but sadly I did. But not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt;, it was very short lived....I spent most of the day asleep and only woke up in 5 min increments.&lt;br /&gt;Curt is in KS for work til tonight so I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had some time to think.&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out if the "spark" is there. Why is it us girls second guess the good stuff but dive right into the sh*t! I don’t get it which is why I’m really trying to put 100% toward Curt! He really is great and from the story I told above my Mom loves him! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Things are so good, seriously what girl doesn't love being taken care of? One regret...wish I didn't look like bride of Frankenstein when he came over Tuesday....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;o'well&lt;/span&gt; now. Maybe he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gs the jacked up hair with no make-up look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198376188643016498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCRXmfTqfzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI5cUaGOlDA/s320/brideoffrankenstein2-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other good thing about Tuesday was NO WORK! Wish the rest of the week worked out the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3749149280585246541?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3749149280585246541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3749149280585246541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3749149280585246541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3749149280585246541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-too-much-sugar-bad-thing.html' title='Is Too Much Sugar a Bad Thing?'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCRXmfTqfzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hI5cUaGOlDA/s72-c/brideoffrankenstein2-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6375508670851840323</id><published>2008-05-07T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:18.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Glow in the Dark!</title><content type='html'>Sorry its taken me so long to post my review on the show but I've been really sick and still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I don't have any pictures yet 1)because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KRBE&lt;/span&gt; had their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;photog&lt;/span&gt; and wouldn't let us take any and 2) because the Woodlands pavilion people made T check her camera. We were needless to say PISSED! Since when can you not have a camera at a concert??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pharrell&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is so awesome! Humble! and Funny!! I can't wait til &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KRBE&lt;/span&gt; posts the podcast! I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;repost&lt;/span&gt; it on here asap! When he walked in he went around the room and shook hands with everyone. Because I was last (closest to the stages) I introduced myself to all the guys....only polite, right? Well a girl on the other side of the room must have been jealous and said, "Well now we all know who Allie is". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! I loved it! I'm not going to lie, the entire interview &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pharrell&lt;/span&gt; was looking at either T or I! Most likely because we were the two closest to him. Plus every time he said something funny we couldn't stop laughing. He started talking about a dispute with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; about being able to sale a clean album and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; just wasn't sure if they would sale it if kids could get a dirty version elsewhere. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pharrell&lt;/span&gt; was like...what do you want me to do? Some words just have a deeper mean than their "substitutes". They just don't come across the same. Then he went on talking about what words he could use in place of his curse words to make the songs clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F*ck=Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sh*t=Feces &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother F*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cker&lt;/span&gt; = Mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sexer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think we were supposed to talk but b/c I was so close to him I said, "Dude, If you make an album like that I would totally buy it!" He laugh and said it would be more comedy than anything and I just replied I would still buy it! Not sure if it will be included on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;podcast&lt;/span&gt; but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the rest of the interview was filled with SEX and FECES instead or F*ck and Sh*t! It was the funniest thing ever! I seriously had tears in my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KRBE&lt;/span&gt; took a pic of us but they haven't emailed them out yet....will post asap too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197660072194790018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCHMTBpm0oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qKnwwpRE_Ss/s320/glowinthedark.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lupe Fiasco hit the stage much earlier than he should have. The crowd was still filing in as he played. He brought his entourage, including Matthew Santos, Bishop G, Nikki Jean, and Sarah Green which I thought was awesome. Can I just say Sarah Green (I think that was her) has an amazing voice live!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.E.R.D. was up next, and wow...that all I can say! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pharrell&lt;/span&gt; was amped and demanded security to allow anyone who wanted to mosh through to the front of the stage. He even picked a lucky few to get up on stage with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;’s set was the least enjoyable of the night. Overall, it was just an oddly-placed pop act amidst a handful of respectable hip-hop artists. I really do like her but it was as if the music was turned down and there was no bass....just wasn't what I excepted. It made it extremely hard to dance too...which was sad! &lt;--oh yeah by this point I had sucked down a few drinks from the Bacardi tent and really wanted to dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the seconds the lights dimmed to the time the venue’s lights came on, the crowd was deafening. The 17,000+ capacity venue was packed to the brim with screaming, drunk/high fans. I believe the concert was sold out at this point! It was nuts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kanye's&lt;/span&gt; spaceship was the main set of the show. West and Jane were on a mission to find other sources of creativity as they crash landed on another planet. Once creativity was found, they could find their way back home, where they would embrace the new found creativity. Although to me it was a bit cheesy, the concept supplied some pretty entertaining fillers in between songs. There was a little technical difficulty which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; stopped the concert, cursed a few times, then walked backstage to sort it all out but the show started back up shorty there after. He even wrote and apologized for it in his &lt;a href="http://http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/?em3106=193683_-1__0_~0_-1_5_2008_0_0&amp;amp;em3161=&amp;amp;em3281="&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; loves Houston!! YEAH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall the best concert I've ever been too! Very energetic throughout! It helped that all the acts were Big names...at least in my book! In retrospect, I wish I had bought front row or pit tickets for this show! Would have been so worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Glow in the Dark is heading your way I would TOTALLY RECOMMEND going! Super fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6375508670851840323?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6375508670851840323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6375508670851840323' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6375508670851840323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6375508670851840323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/glow-in-dark.html' title='Glow in the Dark!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SCHMTBpm0oI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qKnwwpRE_Ss/s72-c/glowinthedark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7133958927859412524</id><published>2008-05-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:19.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>as I cry....</title><content type='html'>I grew up riding, raising, and breeding horses. They were my life as a kid. I did all my chores just to please my mom so she would continue my riding lessons. Our horses are our family and as much as I wish I couldn't remember the first time we put one down I do....vividly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893707238881250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SB8TSttvt-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dlaCCR_e9V0/s400/bellesx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This weekend was tragic and yes, I cried. Eight Belles, a beautiful 3 year old filly was put down immediately after winning 2nd place in the Kentucky Derby against 19 colts! This was a day for celebration not just because Eight Belles won 2nd place but because she was the first filly in the Derby since 1999. Sadly this was all overtaken after she was ridden a quarter lap past the finish and collapsed with two broken front ankles. Because she broke both front ankles she didn't have a front leg to stand on and be splinted, therefor it was almost impossible for her to recover properly so the quick decision was made to put the young filly down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and the tears fall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;RIP Eight Belles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196894819635410930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SB8UTdtvt_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v5gc6XtGnyk/s320/belles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7133958927859412524?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7133958927859412524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7133958927859412524' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7133958927859412524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7133958927859412524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-i-cry.html' title='as I cry....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SB8TSttvt-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/dlaCCR_e9V0/s72-c/bellesx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-1664393311902023655</id><published>2008-05-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:13:37.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Got an email from my DJ friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Allie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KRBE&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow at 2p for our Studio 104 with N*E*R*D(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pharrell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;williams&lt;/span&gt;)? – they are opening for Kayne/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invite’s for you and a guest. No sweat if you can’t/don’t wanna come, but let me know asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHOOOHOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!! TOTALLY EXCITED!!! AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt; GOING! I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PHARRELL&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! What a start to a great weekend! Then the concert! YES! Maybe we can get backstage to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; too!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; how cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-1664393311902023655?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/1664393311902023655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=1664393311902023655' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1664393311902023655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1664393311902023655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-news.html' title='BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4667620264763647693</id><published>2008-05-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:19.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Poor Poor Paula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBnVudtvt9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/zq4Pxi_nIeg/s1600-h/PaulaAbdul_Grani_1535933_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195418639375775698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBnVudtvt9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/zq4Pxi_nIeg/s400/PaulaAbdul_Grani_1535933_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Grammy Award-winning, American pop singer, dancer, choreographer, and television personality has found herself in the middle of some hot turmoil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost on her notes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-scripted comments?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used rehearsal notes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who really knows...if you ask me I think she is a total nut case. Now, given the poor girl did have a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7590222/"&gt;major accident&lt;/a&gt; a while back, I'm going to let her claim brain damage. This might also explain why she is stuck dressing like a 16yr old going to prom in the 80s (and who the hell wears a tiara anymore???unless its your b-day!). If its not that, then she is enjoying something way better/stronger than Whitney Houston. Paula, if you haven't heard, maybe because you were too busy spacing out, Crack is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wack&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to add, I'm so glad Brooke is off! Grow some balls chick! I've never seen a newborn baby cry that much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4667620264763647693?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4667620264763647693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4667620264763647693' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4667620264763647693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4667620264763647693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/05/poor-poor-paula.html' title='Poor Poor Paula'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBnVudtvt9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/zq4Pxi_nIeg/s72-c/PaulaAbdul_Grani_1535933_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-29831691903057359</id><published>2008-04-30T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:11:56.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>Mind vs Heart</title><content type='html'>RT has been calling me a lot lately. Yes, we've been best friends for a long time but its obvious some of our feelings are still there...and deep. We talk mostly about his school, and crack a few jokes but somehow dating came up the other night. I'm not a lair by any means so I decided to suck it up and tell him I went on a blind date with someone and we are now casually dating. He seemed speechless as if I had cheated on him. It was so weird. We got off the phone quickly and then the texts started...as if it were easier for him to be sad or disappointed through a text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RT:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not mad. You are right, you can't just wait around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I just wanted to be honest. You are my best friend and I don't want to jeopardize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;RT:&lt;/span&gt; That means a lot. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously crushed. It was like I had chosen another boy over him...when in all reality I didn't know he was one of my choice (and still don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Curt but at this point our relationship is nowhere near RT and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I's&lt;/span&gt; but I still want to see where it will go. I swear my Heart is launching an all out war with my Mind. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O'well&lt;/span&gt;, like I told RT I can't just wait around for him to figure out where he is in his life so I'm going to continue to have fun and date. AND if something deeper and stronger comes along....well then it just wasn't meant to be.....right????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-29831691903057359?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/29831691903057359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=29831691903057359' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/29831691903057359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/29831691903057359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/mind-vs-heart.html' title='Mind vs Heart'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5930962197311084789</id><published>2008-04-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:42:38.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>comfortable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WHOOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!! For the first time in my post college life I'm not penny pinching, paying my bills last minute, living without cable and Internet, or starving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those college graduates that was somewhat taken care of in college but let completely go the day after I received my diploma. So I got my job, signed a lease and started MY LIFE on my own pretty quick. I learned that having a house phone was a complete waste of money I didn't have, roman noodles were my best friend and my apartment complex was run by IDIOTS b/c they gave me 4 months of free cable I definitely couldn't afford(HBO and all)!! Don't worry I didn't complain!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shhhhh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've finally made it to "comfortable"! I can have everything I need and some of what I want and not feel stressed over tomorrows dollar. I cannot express to you how excited I am to finally make it to this point in my life. I love being able to just go shopping, buy my friends a drink, or cover the whole tab without feeling the heat from my checking account. Its definitely been a long hard road to this point....didn't help that I dated broke guys so when I wanted to go out I always had to pay for myself or both of us! Let just say A LOT HAS CHANGED!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;~*~I'm not saying she's a gold digger.... but she ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;messin&lt;/span&gt;' with no broke n***a.~*~&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;! Kanye is here on Friday and T and I are so there!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm looking to start an online savings account to start putting away some money for the bike (might wait a little while longer before I buy) . I want to put a pretty nice down payment down on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK SO THIS IS A QUESTION FOR YOU! I need great recommendations for online savings accounts...in the states of course. I wouldn't even be sad to leave my current bank. My checking account services are not so great anymore.&lt;br /&gt;TIA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5930962197311084789?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5930962197311084789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5930962197311084789' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5930962197311084789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5930962197311084789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/comfortable.html' title='comfortable'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6084440457404865459</id><published>2008-04-25T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:20.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Grey's Anatomy "Where the Wild Things Are"</title><content type='html'>So I think Friday is now Analyze, Review, and/or Vent about Grey's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did I mention I HATE Rose!! EWWWWWW!!!! Get McThorny off the screen! She has only &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBHpFdtvt7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/E_Vb7RbYQGA/s1600-h/derek-and-rose_400x262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188125420009394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBHpFdtvt7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/E_Vb7RbYQGA/s320/derek-and-rose_400x262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;been on 5 dates with Derek and she is already throwing the LOVE word out there (not to him but still). She is nuts and I don't like her one bit! McThorny...I like it! From now on Rose is McThorny. OK So when Derek kissed McThorny in front of Mere I about threw the remote at the TV. Bad idea...so to be prepared for next week I will keep soft things around me to throw. Some ideas? Pillows?? No, too big, could easily tip my TV over. Marshmallows?! No, they might stick, eww. I got it!! Paper Napkins!! YES! When I get stressed I can ball them up in my hand then throw them when I start getting an anxiety attach! PERFECT! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Derek is still so in love with Mere. If I were to guess, I bet they get back together before the session finally especially since he has to work close with Mere for her new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBHpFttvt8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kmFRTbgWe08/s1600-h/on-bended-knee_400x279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193188129714976706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBHpFttvt8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/kmFRTbgWe08/s320/on-bended-knee_400x279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but Izzy is getting on my nerves. I'm not sure if its because I see Katherine Heigl everywhere or if she is just annoying. Izzy just went nuts in this episode. Poor old fart got a pointless scare all because Izzy though she could win the contest. Just Ridiculous! And I don't know what it is about her but I do NOT think she is cute...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think McSteamy and McDreamy are amazing! Mcsteamy is definitely winning over points with his persistant nagging about McThorny! Lets hope McDeamy listens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;McHottie...hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6084440457404865459?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6084440457404865459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6084440457404865459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6084440457404865459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6084440457404865459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/greys-anatomy-where-wild-things-are.html' title='Grey&apos;s Anatomy &quot;Where the Wild Things Are&quot;'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBHpFdtvt7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/E_Vb7RbYQGA/s72-c/derek-and-rose_400x262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-9134979725505490605</id><published>2008-04-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:20.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Not Your Typical Chick!</title><content type='html'>So I have a love....a love of speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my car....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192804919847925634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBCMj9tvt4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/msvqp7PzZIg/s320/Nissan-350Z-Monterrey-Blue-s-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Need I say more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I've had a bug for a good 6 months now for a new toy and since my birthday is coming up in June I think I might buy this new toy! What do you think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192814252811859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBCVDNtvt6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ohl6MFiu_2A/s320/lahar_gray_metallic.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHE...isn't it pretty?? I'm in love. It's the same bike my mom has but the sport version. Its a very popular bike for woman so I think it will be a good starter for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I'm nuts! and definitely not your typical chick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-9134979725505490605?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/9134979725505490605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=9134979725505490605' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/9134979725505490605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/9134979725505490605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-your-typical-chick.html' title='Not Your Typical Chick!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SBCMj9tvt4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/msvqp7PzZIg/s72-c/Nissan-350Z-Monterrey-Blue-s-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7003678729687171481</id><published>2008-04-23T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:20.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grey&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Its about that time.....</title><content type='html'>GREY'S STARTS TOMORROW NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;One thing you might not know about me is I have a strong addiction to Grey's Anatomy!! I laugh, cry, and scream at the TV as if it was my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't express to you my desire for...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meredith and Derek to be together&lt;br /&gt;-Callie to just go away.&lt;br /&gt;-George to stop hopping from one girl to the next. Gosh he's not even cute...yuck!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Slone&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McSteamy&lt;/span&gt;) to jump out of the TV and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relieve&lt;/span&gt; me of all my sexual frustrations!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SA9PPdtvt3I/AAAAAAAAADs/c4a8QW1INJg/s1600-h/greys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192456022474602354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SA9PPdtvt3I/AAAAAAAAADs/c4a8QW1INJg/s320/greys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Izze&lt;/span&gt; to STOP falling for every guy that gives two sh*ts about her. BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;-Alex to just grow up! Male whore!&lt;br /&gt;-Christine to never change! If she lived in Houston, she would be my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slone&lt;/span&gt; to make out with me...oh did I say that already. I would totally take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;McDreamy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McSteamy&lt;/span&gt; at the same time! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;-OH AND ROSE...who the hell are you!! Leave Derek alone...his heart is taken! Stupid nurse! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grrr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that's all. I'm so excited life in the ER is starting back up. Oh how I've missed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7003678729687171481?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7003678729687171481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7003678729687171481' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7003678729687171481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7003678729687171481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-about-that-time.html' title='Its about that time.....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SA9PPdtvt3I/AAAAAAAAADs/c4a8QW1INJg/s72-c/greys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6818802262952608702</id><published>2008-04-22T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:14:14.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>Fluffy....</title><content type='html'>I'm enjoying &lt;em&gt;dating&lt;/em&gt;.....maybe a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;Between....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lasalamedas.com/home.htm"&gt;Las Alamedas &lt;/a&gt;- Dinner last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Nippon Japanese Sushi - Dinner Friday...mmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoriginalchocolatebar.com/"&gt;Chocolate Bar&lt;/a&gt; - Desert Friday night - WOW JUST WOW! You have to check this place out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perrysrestaurants.com/"&gt;Perry's Bar&lt;/a&gt; - drinks w/ T and her date - Pianist in the Bar was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babayega.com/"&gt;Baba Yega's&lt;/a&gt;- Brunch Saturday - Love eating on the patio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grottorestaurants.com/"&gt;Grottos&lt;/a&gt; - Double Date w/ his friends Saturday night. - wish the Ferrari outside was mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sullivansteakhouse.com/"&gt;Sullivan's&lt;/a&gt; - Drinks with more of his friends. Live salsa music in the Bar! Too much FUN!&lt;br /&gt;....I may have eaten a little much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I've become a little fluffy! I'm soooooo eating good all week!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me though I did get SOME MUCH NEEDED SLEEP SUNDAY! While the boys played golf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW If you are ever in Houston, I would totally recommend ALL of these restaurants!! SO YUMMY! (but some may be a little pricey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undate on&lt;em&gt; us&lt;/em&gt;...So far things are super fun and I really like all of his friend!! &lt;-Which is a must!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and T approves! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6818802262952608702?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6818802262952608702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6818802262952608702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6818802262952608702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6818802262952608702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/fluffy.html' title='Fluffy....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7631531993131420281</id><published>2008-04-17T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:20.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>YOU ASKED RS27!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SAekA5OKVcI/AAAAAAAAADk/7spDvolv7dc/s1600-h/Curt1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190297430834959810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SAekA5OKVcI/AAAAAAAAADk/7spDvolv7dc/s320/Curt1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only because I can't stop looking at him...so why not share what I'm enjoying! Thats what a blog is all about....right?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is only a pic! Those dimples and that smiles are amazing in person!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;::completely flustered::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7631531993131420281?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7631531993131420281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7631531993131420281' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7631531993131420281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7631531993131420281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-ask-rs27.html' title='YOU ASKED RS27!!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/SAekA5OKVcI/AAAAAAAAADk/7spDvolv7dc/s72-c/Curt1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3866901853788519189</id><published>2008-04-17T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:14:35.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ME'/><title type='text'>Mental Case!</title><content type='html'>I am still completely off kilter!! This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EASILY&lt;/span&gt; proven by my retarded blog comments this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I was emailed a pic of Curt and I can't stop looking at it!! I'm a mental case! So I've been trying my hardest to focus on my blog reading material but I guess I haven't put enough focus on my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st comment was on &lt;a href="http://lifeofadessertlover.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Des'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Allie: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uuuck&lt;/span&gt;! We had geese in the lake behind our house growing up...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! The crapped everywhere and squawked nonstop! So annoying!Oh and they too where SUPER FAT! All 6 were bigger than our Dog which was a lab!&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2008 11:38 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wow I didn't proof that comment before pushing Enter...They crapped**They too were super fat***I need to go back to school :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; comment was on &lt;a href="http://thunderdogsmurf.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elpato's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Allie: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NOOO&lt;/span&gt; I can't read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;morse&lt;/span&gt; code...nor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;espanol&lt;/span&gt; unless it's just:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; - no good! (but I never say no good I always say no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt; -it should so be part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; language!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt; - HI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt; - how are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pollo&lt;/span&gt; - chicken (I'm always so proud of myself when I go eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; and I can say this to the waiter! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I got! And I live in TX too! CRAP I'm screwed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Elpato's&lt;/span&gt; reply to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Elpato&lt;/span&gt;: uh, you are hilarious. you wrote that you only knew a few words in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt;, one of which is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;?" for hi...that's "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hola&lt;/span&gt;""&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;" means "holler back yo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if I'm not mistaken. I seriously laughed out loud, thanks I needed that...&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2008 9:47 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Allie:crap I totally knew that! Guess I was listening to too much Gwen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Stefani&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt; back girl!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Glad I gave you a good laugh though...I love doing that!&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2008 9:53 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear lord I'm in for a long day....&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to make fun of me as you wish. I actually do enjoy being the source of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3866901853788519189?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3866901853788519189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3866901853788519189' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3866901853788519189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3866901853788519189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/mental-case.html' title='Mental Case!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-548888856889693835</id><published>2008-04-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:45:34.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>fog</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me?!?! I keep zoning out and getting completely sidetracked from work! I don't even hear the phone ring til the 3rd or 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ring and by then Jesse, my Co-worker has already answered it. I need a vacation... But something tells me this weekend might cure a few of these actions, WAIT, or make them worse! Crap! Something tells me I'm in for a long month or late night phone calls, random romantic text, and goofy at work but not working emails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard to take this one day at a time but the feeling of someone being so into me is overwhelming, flattering, and so missed. Not only that but he seems too good to be true...yes girls, one of those guys! He is so romantic! So humble! And So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt;!! Whats the catch...what am I missing? Does he have a bad temper? A gambling problem? A cheater? All questions I managed to ask in a joking manner and still got answered....No, No, and No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are face to face with a guy who doesn't play the typical "I like you but I'm not going to show it" games. Its throwing me off kilter...bad! He's even admitted to me that he almost got engaged once and she broke it off right before he bought the ring. This was years ago but he confessed it was probably the most devastating moment in his life. He was so vulnerable and so open. I have to say it was very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend's plans are already set. He's working extra hard to get all his work done in NY so he can head out early either Thur. night or Fri. morning. He wants to have dinner again, just the two of us, somewhere quiet and small. I'm curious to find out where but he said its a secret- he wants to keep me on my toes. Then Saturday is booked up with a Pool Party at his friend's house and a night out on the town with T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my blog is about to take a sharp right hand turn into Sappy Fairytale Novel land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH OUT! I'm falling....hard and fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-548888856889693835?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/548888856889693835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=548888856889693835' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/548888856889693835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/548888856889693835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/fog.html' title='fog'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6994270993248964239</id><published>2008-04-15T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:07:43.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Do you find loud bass annoying? (Stereo Bass for people like rs27 &amp; so@24)</title><content type='html'>loud, noisy, obtrusive, annoying, extreme, intense, powerful, and only somewhat musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about those super ghetto 1982 Caddys with a $2,000+ sound system installed!&lt;br /&gt;I have to laugh sometimes when it is obvious that more money was spent on the stereo than the car. Its as if they want everyone for at least 1/2 mile down the road to know that they are on their way. Its better than a siren, don't you think? Maybe we could put these things on our Emergency Care Units or Fire Trucks.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, Nobody needs so much power that their stereo in their car is louder in my living room than my tv, which is actually in my living room! My sanctuary has been violated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bump...bump...bump...bump...bump...bump...bump...bump...bump...&lt;br /&gt;"D*MMIT, I MISSED MY FAVORITE PART OF THE MOVIE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY all I can hear is a million rattles going on under the hood and truck. I'm just waiting for the vehicle's fasteners to vibrate lose so I can watch the car fall apart while driving down the road. BWHAHA! That would be so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they won't be able to hear that beautiful bump sound in 5 years...idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6994270993248964239?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6994270993248964239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6994270993248964239' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6994270993248964239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6994270993248964239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-find-loud-bass-annoying.html' title='Do you find loud bass annoying? (Stereo Bass for people like rs27 &amp; so@24)'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-9216999036219652851</id><published>2008-04-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:30:48.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>GOOD FREAKING MORNING! :-)</title><content type='html'>So this morning's text convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Hey you! G'morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt;- I can't wait to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Aw...now everyone is going to make fun of me all day AGAIN!Yes, Saturday is going to be super fun! I can't wait.(My co-worker's made fun of me yesterday for being so HAPPY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - Sorry Saturday is not going to be good enough for me, what are you doing Friday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - Look what you did! My cheeks hurt b/c I can't stop smiling! And IF you can make it back on Friday we will definitely do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - OK! I have to work now, talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...I seriously have a problem! I haven't liked someone like this is a VERY LONG TIME! Is this weird? I don't even know him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-9216999036219652851?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/9216999036219652851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=9216999036219652851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/9216999036219652851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/9216999036219652851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-freaking-morning.html' title='GOOD FREAKING MORNING! :-)'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-1239262570450429477</id><published>2008-04-14T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:28:41.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><title type='text'>Floating...</title><content type='html'>Wow what an eventful weekend, I'm not even sure where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so we ended up not floating the river Saturday b/c it was way too windy and every time the sun went under the clouds we FROZE....so we backed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun though. We walked 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street til we settled on the 3rd story of "name I don't remember" club. We were there for all of 5 minutes when 2 guys asked if we wanted to join their party and drink off their bottle....SURE! They were really nice and pretty cute but I knew that I would never see them again even if I gave them my number (they lived far!) so when asked I politely declined. GLAD I DID TOO!!! For the following reason...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed a phone call Saturday afternoon. Well I had a few drinks and didn't recognize the # so LATE that night I sent a text, "Hey, who is this". Well when I didn't get a response by the time we got home I figured who ever it was they were already asleep. This proved to be the case when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; started at 8:30 the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt;- Hey A, this is Curt, my friend Brooke just got back from her honeymoon and told me I should call you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;-Oh Hey! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sry&lt;/span&gt; I'm in Austin but how about I call you when we are driving back?&lt;br /&gt;Curt-sounds like a plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I text him one more time in the middle of our drive to see if he wanted to go ahead and meet up tonight since I knew I had no food in my frig!I was so anxious to meet him I just wanted to get it over with. I wasn't even nervous...but this could have been b/c I was EXHAUSTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - Sounds good where and when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;- How about El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tiempo&lt;/span&gt; at 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - Time is good, El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tiempo&lt;/span&gt; is good but have you ever been to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alemedes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; - No but T tells me its really good (as T also told me its super pricey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - T has Great taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! T says "YES I DO!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so I'll call you around 7 to set the exact time b/c I still have to get pretty! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt; - Take your time, no hurry. I'm good either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we had it... our blind date was set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL!!! I called him just before 8 to let him know I was ready but there was a little problem. My finger wouldn't stop bleeding b/c I reached into my makeup bag and my tweezers jabbed me right in the cuticle. It was seriously gushing and all I could think was JUST MY LUCK! He asked why I didn't put a band aid on it and I had to admit I was out b/c T used them all when she had a blister a few weeks ago. How lame!!! So the sweet boy offered to bring me a band aid.&lt;br /&gt;So at 8pm sharp he called to let me know he was down stairs. I walked out to see him standing beside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;passanger&lt;/span&gt; door of his pretty gray BMW. He asked me how I was and then gave me a band aid so I could throw out the blood covered Kleenex I was using. Oh and I guess I should tell you, HE WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt;!!! I was very pleased...to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so dinner was great, conversation was entertaining, and we were having a really good time. This was apparent when the restaurant staff dimmed the lights to politely let us know they were closing down. So we decided to continue our date at a small quiet pub close to my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but ask a few questions, since he is 32 and single (but ladies let me tell you...he looked nothing over 26). I told him I hadn't been out on a date in REALLY long time so I wanted to know when the last time he had. Thinking he would say months...I was shocked to hear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt;- I actually went on another blind date last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;! My friend girlfriend wanted me to meet her sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;-(giggling)Well, how did it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt;-she didn't really blow up my skirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;-(LAUGHING REALLY HARD) Well , How's your skirt now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt&lt;/span&gt;-I'm not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the laughs continued as we learned more about one another but it had to end somewhere. So close to midnight we headed back to my place. Sitting in the car we expressed how much fun we had, hugged and said our good byes - all after we set up our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; date next Friday. (I would have chosen sooner but he is going out of town for work all week :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed upstairs and remembered I forgot to ask him about his skirt again so I decided to text him one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;- Oh Yeah! How's the skirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt &lt;/span&gt;- Hovering about chest high...thanks for a wonderful evening, looking forward to next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this morning I felt really bad b/c I knew he had to get up super early for work so I text AGAIN! (yes I text a lot! to everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;-I have an overwhelming feeling of guilt this morning. I hope you're up and somewhat lively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Curt &lt;/span&gt;- You are too cute, no worries I wanted to stay out, the company was compelling and besides its nothing some coffee can't fix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'm floating right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-1239262570450429477?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/1239262570450429477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=1239262570450429477' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1239262570450429477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1239262570450429477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/floating.html' title='Floating...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-2025612376190670667</id><published>2008-04-11T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:33:50.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>TGIF!!</title><content type='html'>Leaving work in T minus 30min!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-2025612376190670667?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2025612376190670667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=2025612376190670667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2025612376190670667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2025612376190670667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-157546075631024928</id><published>2008-04-10T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:21.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Austin, here we come...</title><content type='html'>Ok so T decided she wants to go out in Austin this weekend. I'm totally up for it but when I go out in Austin I like to get dressed up and GO OUT! So we talked for a while about what night to go and of course what to wear! Well I've had this "thing" in my closet for some time that I haven't really had the balls to wear...yet! So T assured me this was the perfect time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187722452927160322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_5-FdAKoAI/AAAAAAAAADY/GQw2o0emQL8/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think my chances are of at least MAKING OUT with someone this weekend?? Guess it won't be too hard since the boy might be going too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_57pNAKn_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/gka2bMP3r60/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**picture was taken on my phone when I first bought the corset...and yes I sent it to the boy to tease him. HeHe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-157546075631024928?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/157546075631024928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=157546075631024928' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/157546075631024928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/157546075631024928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/austin-here-we-come.html' title='Austin, here we come...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_5-FdAKoAI/AAAAAAAAADY/GQw2o0emQL8/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6213220093796959692</id><published>2008-04-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:04:40.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>compatiblility...</title><content type='html'>So two young (for lack of a better word) Contractor helpers came in on Tuesday to pick up their supplies and I started chatting with them as they were waiting. I'm a friendly person as I've mentioned before so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; was nothing more than the normal customer/employee chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;Well 10min go by and the phone rings, (yes the annoying phone) and it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe- Hey, I was just in there picking up my order&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yes&lt;br /&gt;Joe - I bought the yellow crew driver..&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yes&lt;br /&gt;Joe- Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Well I was wondering if you wanted to go out and play pool with me one night?&lt;br /&gt;Me- (SPEECHLESS) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.... wow that's so flattering but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;.... (Beware Lie ahead) I just got out of a serious relationship and I promised myself I wouldn't date for a while. But Thank you so much...that was very sweet of you to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Joe - Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Me- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I absolutely had no clue which one he was but still this is where I stand and why "the lie" was used. Things I've learned from guys in the past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't date guys that are shorter than you....b/c no matter what they say at the beginning the insecurities always come out later.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't ever date a guy with a lower income than yours - same insecurities come out later.&lt;br /&gt;-Don't date a guy with a much lower education than you - conversations and interest tend to be way different. Now this isn't with all but I've found it with most. Plus this tends to run hand in hand with the income.&lt;br /&gt;-He must be close to my equal in regards to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interests&lt;/span&gt;, life style, and morals...and he must be confident! Not perfect just confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these things have to do with looks. If you truly understand me you will see they shape a persons personality and compatibility with you.... Long term relationship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;compatibility&lt;/span&gt;. I'm at the age where I won't date someone I know there's no long term &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt; with. Looks are just the cover of the book...and I must have a great novel to know I will stay interested past the intro. Know what I mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so if you are still following me, you can put two and two together and see that no matter which guy this was I'm not going to be interested long term because...&lt;br /&gt;1. he is most likely only a high school graduate.&lt;br /&gt;2. if you heard the way he spoke it was obvious he didn't get much from that high school education&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't live on this side of town (I'm helping at a branch that's an hour away from my house)&lt;br /&gt;4. not sure playing pool with him and his friend will make me be more interested&lt;br /&gt;5. him being a "helper" makes me not even want to know his income.&lt;br /&gt;6. something told me he would only want to play pool or hang with his buddies....not go out on the town and hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK right about now, you're probably thinking I'm being a total snob! but really I'm not, its completely rational. I'm a college graduate. I don't make a lot of money but I can support myself without help from a roommate or family. I like to read and learn. And I hate petty fights....like "do you have to wear your heals tonight" or "you don't have to pay for me! I just won't go".&lt;br /&gt;I know dating for me has come to a halt lately but I think I've been pretty accurate on my dating choices looking back on the relationships I've had in the past.....1yr, 3yrs, 2yrs, 1yr. So I must be doing something right. Now although they didn't work out they still had great potential! Sometimes there's one big obstacle you just can't over come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is your opinion...honestly. I'm curious to hear if anyone things I'm being WAY too picky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for your well wishes!! I'm feeling much better today but that probably has a lot to do with me sleeping a good 10hrs and coming into work late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6213220093796959692?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6213220093796959692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6213220093796959692' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6213220093796959692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6213220093796959692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/compatablility.html' title='compatiblility...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7387820867228954440</id><published>2008-04-09T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T11:15:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick... (2 updates)</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;symptoms @ 9am&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate the sound of the phone ringing&lt;br /&gt;-I want to throw up&lt;br /&gt;-I don't want to work&lt;br /&gt;-I've lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt; (which is a bad sign! B/c I LOVE food!)&lt;br /&gt;-I have a head ache&lt;br /&gt;-I want to throw up&lt;br /&gt;-I feel sleepy&lt;br /&gt;-I'm pale (so my co-worker says)&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't laughed all morning (if you know me...this is a bad sign too)&lt;br /&gt;- did I mention I want to throw up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thinkin&lt;/span&gt;' about leaving work soon....I hate work, I hate the phone, I hate noise, God help me!! I'm not going to make it another hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update @ 11:00am - didn't eat breakfast but tried to drink a sprite....bad idea, most of its in the toilet now.  :-(    Going home in 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udate @ 12:30pm - I'm home and I'm bored.....thats all.  nap time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7387820867228954440?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7387820867228954440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7387820867228954440' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7387820867228954440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7387820867228954440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m sick... (2 updates)'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3449819320775553772</id><published>2008-04-08T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:00:23.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>More updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; First the most obvious! My page makeover! Only proves I have way too much time on my hands but I'm very please with how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, a Daddy update. His first test came back and it was clear. Had something to do with the brain. I don't get into all the technical stuff, I'm just glad it was good news!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girl T and I are going to float the river this weekend...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WHOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;!! Lets hope we see some drunk crazies so I have some good blog material Monday! But I would totally settle for hot, half naked guys hitting on us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other girl, TAYLOR has decided to bless the blogging world with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Join me in Welcoming her @ &lt;a href="http://blindspotbella.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blindspotbella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3449819320775553772?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3449819320775553772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3449819320775553772' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3449819320775553772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3449819320775553772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-updates.html' title='More updates...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5044348716547713204</id><published>2008-04-06T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:21.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Out with the old, in with the....</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm done with every gmail guy and past relationship I've ever been with. Midway through my day, while baking in the extremely hot Texas sun, I decided I'm wiping the slate clean. In all honesty if I feel nothing for these boys now, I'm probably not going to change my mind in the future. So while in deep thought I find myself listening in to a phone conversation to my right. A young very cute blond girl chatting away with her mother about how amazing this weekend was. How everything came out perfect and how pleased "they" were. She mentioned she was exhausted from last nights event and that she was relaxing by the pool today and heading out first thing in the morning with "him".&lt;br /&gt;I mixed all the info up in my head only to conclude she has just gotten married. So as soon as her conversation ended, being the friendly outgoing person I am I decided to ask her. " I'm sorry I couldn't help but overhear you talking.....did you just get married?" She replied with the biggest smile on her face "Yes!" With congrats, I went on to ask details about her special day. BTW her name is Brooke. I'm such a sap and a romantic so I went ahead and asked about how they met and feel in love. She said it was pretty short and simple, her friend called her up and told her she had to meet her boyfriend's best friend... so to end the story, he is now her Hubby. See I told you it was short!!&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a good 10-20 min about her wedding when she started to shift the conversation over about me, Yes, boring single me. She of course asked the infamous question "Oh why...you are so cute and seem like such a doll" HAHA well here's the short version of my "story"(post 1)&lt;br /&gt;She expressed her disbelief as most do and went on to tell me that I seem to have made it out ON TOP! And all I could say was "Thanks, I like to think so....I'm just not a fan of dating yet" She reply, "I don't think anyone really is, I'm glad its over for me."&lt;br /&gt;So out of nowhere she says..."you know what? I would love to pay if forward.... My Hubby has a great, very cute, single guy friend and if you are up for it I would love to set you two up on a blind date." Without thinking I said, "Wow, Ummm... Ssssuuuure???(with a half confused, maybe this could be good but I don't know, look on my face) Why not, I have nothing to lose." I've never tried it before so if it fails miserably at least I'll have a good horror story to post about...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well around 8pm I received a text saying "Talked to him and he wants to go out". So I replied "Awesome, well I hope you two have a great trip and I will talk to you when you get back, Congrats again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brooke returns on Friday and I'm not sure where or when this little shin-dig is going down but I'm kind of anxious now. She is a very cute girl so I'm assuming she has good taste in guys plus she seemed to know the guy well so I'm assuming also that I'm his type....wow what expectations am I set up for?! or set up to fail...crap!! I don't even know what a REAL date consist of. I'm a lounge on the couch with ice cream in hand watching a romantic comedy kind of girl. DUDE, I'm so screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any words of advice...or should I totally just back out? :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_mYsfT50EI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kq5UrYI_g4s/s1600-h/230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186344335980482626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_mYsfT50EI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kq5UrYI_g4s/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic story: My mom decided she wanted last minute photos of everyone so in the middle of my sister's photo shoot she snapped this one of me trying to entertain Maddie in bluebonnets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5044348716547713204?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5044348716547713204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5044348716547713204' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5044348716547713204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5044348716547713204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-with-old-in-with.html' title='Out with the old, in with the....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_mYsfT50EI/AAAAAAAAACM/Kq5UrYI_g4s/s72-c/230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7438272159014153153</id><published>2008-04-04T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:55:54.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>So my friend got the "GREAT" News...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't let me forget to mention I HATE young male black cops...well ONE!!!! (**not at all because he is black...I just want to decribe the jerk in detail)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost trying to meet up with my friend yesterday in her part of town. Well I went too far down the hwy and had to turn around. Well just my luck, right after I took the U-turn and got back up to speed a cop flashed his lights. All I could think about was did I see a speed limit sign?? CRAP! So this young guy comes up to my window and asks why I was speeding. I replied, "I didn't know I was b/c I'm lost." He took my insurance and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back to his car. At his return he said he was siting me for going 55 in a 45. How THE HELL was I supposed to know, I swear everyone around me was going at least 50 too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O'well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just signed it but went ahead and asked him if he knew where my destination was. He said "well go past "this" and take the next right." Well I was totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt; so I asked is "this" a street or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt;? He said," Ma'am go past "this" and take the next right." I WAS LIVID! What the hell are you saying dude! Did you even hear my question...did you not hear me just say I'm not from this side of town!! How and I supposed to know what "this" is!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to cap off his perfect rookie cop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stereotypical&lt;/span&gt; persona he says," oh and you can only take defensive driving once a year and I saw that you took it last year." I was like WHAT!?! Its been years..."what does it say?!?!?" and he just replied, "Oh yeah it did say '05". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EEEWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I wanted so badly to say "are you a rookie because IT SHOWS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If a young girl is alone at night and reveals to you, the cop, that she is lost would you continue to try and intimidate her and be rude?!?! If you say Yes, I'm so kicking you in the face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vent over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And No Matt, I'm wearing the Black ones AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;The Tan shoes don't really go with my work attire. The black ones don't either but at least they kinda match. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7438272159014153153?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7438272159014153153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7438272159014153153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7438272159014153153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7438272159014153153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-8619765362042292840</id><published>2008-04-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:22.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>watch your step...</title><content type='html'>there are a lot of things going on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I get an email from my best friend this am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've got an appt with the dr at 4pm because I think I might be pregnant. I'm FREAKING out!! What do I do if I am? I have to keep it but then what?? OMG I'm so scared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW! That came from left field. So I guess I'm in for some REALLY Good news at 4 or some Life changing sh*t!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, I'm sad to say My sis and niece are going home this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I won't quickly forget:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the first time Madd&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; said my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-the enormous crap she took that sent a long lasting aroma around my apartment for almost an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Maddie choosing me over Mommy!! More than once!! She loves me! What can I say, I ROCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Trying to feed the ducks but realizing the bread was disappearing quicker than we could get the duck to the shore. Maddie was hungry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss her more than anything!! But already have my trip planned to visit them in July! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...the Boy has continued to call and is now asking when I'm coming down to float the river with him. Always leaving my answer open and questionable, I honestly don't know what to think or do. I've read everyone's thoughts in my previous posts and I DON'T want to go if he just wants me to want him...and that's it! Blahh....the thought of that pisses me off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly....I'm &lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;happy and feeling cute &lt;/span&gt;today because I got some sweet new shoes&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt; yesterday&lt;/span&gt;. NOOO...not high priced Gucci stilettos. Actually these cool kicks came from Target!! And guess how much they were??? You never will..&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;$&lt;/span&gt;12.99. And I don't care who bashes me. I don't buy just for the label&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I l&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;iked&lt;/span&gt; these shoes&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt; so much I bought the other design too. AND YES, I'm wearing the black ones with my dress slacks today...who dares to say something?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_U94_T50BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sVdLg39hYag/s1600-h/brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185118595263877138" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_U94_T50BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sVdLg39hYag/s320/brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_U9YfT50AI/AAAAAAAAABI/YFLb-QR8V34/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185118036918128642" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_U9YfT50AI/AAAAAAAAABI/YFLb-QR8V34/s200/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="191441320-03042008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ok that's all for today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-8619765362042292840?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/8619765362042292840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=8619765362042292840' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8619765362042292840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/8619765362042292840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-your-step.html' title='watch your step...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_U94_T50BI/AAAAAAAAABQ/sVdLg39hYag/s72-c/brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-717934461354768509</id><published>2008-04-01T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:04:13.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm AWAKE and ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>So I made it through the day yesterday but not before something &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; REALLY bad happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left work a little early and was driving down a 6 lane(3x3) road in the middle lane( not a freeway, more like a business road). The light in front of me turned red and there was already a line of cars in my lane so I decided to move into the right lane where there was only 1 car in front of me. So I turned on my blinker and progressed slowly to the right....when WHOOSH! The Plymouth Prowler that was previously behind me was doing the same move I was but at a much faster rate of speed. The woman was so fast and I was so slow that my front right bumper touched her back left tire. There was a little noise but I didn't feel anything...regardless I followed her to the Walgreen's parking lot to check out the damage, if any. We got out and I apologized...even though in my mind I knew she was driving WAY too fast and did the same thing I did minus the blinker! Still I knew I was sleepy and didn't catch her quick move which on a good day I'm sure I would have. So viewing the damage I was pleased to see nothing on her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buggie&lt;/span&gt; of a car. There was a rubber mark that she wiped right off. Then looking at my poor baby Z there was a bigger mark but I was glad to see it was just black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ArmorAll&lt;/span&gt; from her tire since she had just left the car wash. THANK YOU GOD!! This was seriously the kick I needed to get my butt home alive! I swore at work I knew something bad was going to happened...and knowing how sleepy I was I figured it would be something in the car. I'm just so grateful that was it...and I wasn't on the main HWY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson for today...be grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here's to my awesome Territory Sales Manager who brought in McD's for breakfast!! WHOOHOO! YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-717934461354768509?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/717934461354768509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=717934461354768509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/717934461354768509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/717934461354768509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-awake-and-alive.html' title='I&apos;m AWAKE and ALIVE!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6341444532617147870</id><published>2008-03-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:58:34.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>truckin...</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be one hard work day for me. Not because of what I do for a living or the work load I have to complete by days end BUT just getting through the day AWAKE! At this very moment as I stare at the computer monitor my eyes water at the thought of staying open for 8 more hours. My uncontrollable yawns keep catching my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coworker's&lt;/span&gt; attention and his only response is to laugh at me...little does he know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drowsiness&lt;/span&gt; will only force him to pick up my slack! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not of my doing, not from a late night of partying nor a late night with a Boy! Oh how I wish.... no, this comatose state was caused by my 19 month old niece who is by far the best baby in the world but this weekend she had a fever. It was one of those fevers that goes away with medicine but come back every time it wears off....which just so happened to be midnight and 4am. I couldn't help but feel so bad for her because she was burning up and crying nonstop but in turn that meant NO SLEEP for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just add, this post has taken me WAY TOO LONG to post b/c I keep having to re-read it....thank god I did though b/c some of it didn't make much sense and whomever chose to read it would probably think I was drunk (which I typed "drink" the first time around) or just dumb(which no doubt I am in this condition)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6341444532617147870?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6341444532617147870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6341444532617147870' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6341444532617147870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6341444532617147870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/truckin.html' title='truckin...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5259793952679027822</id><published>2008-03-28T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:59:34.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>I'M LOST!!</title><content type='html'>Why are boys so difficult?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text from RT night before last:&lt;br /&gt;"Guess we're not buddies anymore"&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Did I do something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about an hour later I get a phone call...&lt;br /&gt;RT:&lt;br /&gt;" Hey you haven't called in a few days"&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;"Well you have a phone too"&lt;br /&gt;RT:&lt;br /&gt;"Well I knew I had been calling you a lot lately so I was waiting for you to call me"&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;" What? Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just gay!! Now I know I told you when we started talking again I was going to give you plenty of space since you said you were trying to stay focused on school,  Plus my sister and niece are in town so I've been a little busy."&lt;br /&gt;RT:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, well no biggie I was just joking with you. I never thought we weren't buddies anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***This is as close to WORD TO WORD as its going to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well he has called me twice since then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now A Question for all you boys!!! WHY ARE YOU SO DIFFICULT!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean? Is he just trying to see where I stand? Is he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; I haven't been calling him like he has been calling me? Should I call him more? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOST! :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5259793952679027822?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5259793952679027822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5259793952679027822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5259793952679027822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5259793952679027822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-lost.html' title='I&apos;M LOST!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7161851779598885895</id><published>2008-03-26T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:22.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The Crazy Radio Caller....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-qV2vT5z_I/AAAAAAAAABA/aQuI1FspsMI/s1600-h/leonaspirit.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182119088888598514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 222px; height: 236px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-qV2vT5z_I/AAAAAAAAABA/aQuI1FspsMI/s320/leonaspirit.png" border="0" height="264" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's me, at least lately it is since I've been spending so much time in my car for work. Well a few weeks back I heard a song on the internet called &lt;em&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/em&gt; by Leona Lewis, a young girl from Britain who Simon Cowell named the winner of their X-Factor show. (More info @ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leona_Lewis"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leona_Lewis&lt;/a&gt; ) Well I called the radio station to see if it was released to play in the US yet and one of the young interns told me YES, but no one really requests it! He told me if I wanted to hear it I would need to request it during &lt;em&gt;On Demand&lt;/em&gt; @ 12-1! I was so excited so I called later on that day during the allotted time and Mat the main DJ picked up. When I requested the song he said "GREAT SONG!" I was like "HELLO I KNOW!" Well we chatted for a few and he said he would definitely remember me when he plays the song. I was like "GREAT!" Well sitting at work with the radio right beside me I never heard the song so I tried again a few days later. Mat answered again!! "Hey, is this Allie he asked"...yesssss.... He said "a girl named Allie won our contest yesterday and I asked her if she was the Allie that requested Leona and she replied No with a snotty attitude! HAHA!" "Nope, not me but maybe next time!!! So when you gonna play my song." He just said "Well we need to get more requests for the song and not just from you or the interns." :-( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now when I call and get through Mat just laughs at me and says ok....even Freddy another one of the DJ's knows me now and he just tells me I gotta talk to MAT b/c he is the only one that can approve new songs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well today...to my enjoyment at 12:50pm he played it!!! And you better believe I had the radio turned up while singing every word!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So EVERYONE if you live in or around Houston call the radio and request it! Because that's the only way they will play Leona!! Oh and her other song &lt;em&gt;Better in Time&lt;/em&gt; is A-MAZING TOO!! Butt Baby steps for now...just vote or request!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't tell, I really do think she WILL(in time) become the next Whitney or Maria! A little more time and vocal training and those high notes she hits so well will SOAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Oh and if you are bored you need to youtube Nick Pitera. Watch the &lt;em&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/em&gt; video first to check out his talent (give him a minute or 2 to show you what it is). Then go watch him sing Leona's song &lt;em&gt;Bleeding Love&lt;/em&gt;! he is incredible even though you might laugh at first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7161851779598885895?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7161851779598885895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7161851779598885895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7161851779598885895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7161851779598885895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-radio-caller.html' title='The Crazy Radio Caller....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-qV2vT5z_I/AAAAAAAAABA/aQuI1FspsMI/s72-c/leonaspirit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3554997224180923321</id><published>2008-03-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:59:59.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>My Brain &lt;-- My Worst Enemy</title><content type='html'>Its 9:48pm and I find myself alone for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; night in a row with hours of free time to just think. Think about what? What is going on in my head these days that could possible be so important to focus hours of free contemplation time on? Well my sister is in town so every few minutes a thought of her and my niece run threw my head. Then there is T, my closest friend, who has had recent boy trouble lately but now seems to have settled down a bit with a new one - which is mainly why I am stacking up on the free time. Or.... could I spend my night thinking of myself, my sorrows, and my boy troubles BUT why not shoot for the positive and think about progress at work and my killer good looks? HA! Yes, this is a tough question but I always seem to find myself on the short end thinking only of the negative......why, oh loyal brain must you bring me down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its night two and the boy hasn't called since Sunday night. Yes, RT....and for no reason known to me. Our last talk ended well with a goodnight before bedtime. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;O'wel&lt;/span&gt;l, it could be worse, I could be back in the boat I was in a year and half ago. Or I could be in the middle of a strange country with a guy I barely know having the worst time of my life! Oh good lord help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mostly positive, crazy energetic, southern spunk of a girl sometimes hits a low key.....and yes, I'm sad to say(or type), this is it.  Don't worry though, I'm sure I'll be back on my game bright and early at 6am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;G'night&lt;/span&gt; all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3554997224180923321?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3554997224180923321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3554997224180923321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3554997224180923321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3554997224180923321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-brain-my-worst-enemy.html' title='My Brain &lt;-- My Worst Enemy'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6185277747570782560</id><published>2008-03-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:59:03.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Chapter 2 out of The Book of Allie's Woes</title><content type='html'>OK Jamie (Oh! How Lovely) inspired this post with her recent troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another lovely story out of The Book of Allie's Woes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January of '07 about a week after the X and I split my mom calls to check up on me. Well somewhere in the middle of our convo she reveals to me that she is thinking of divorcing my dad....WHAA?!?! Where did this come from? "Allie, its been brewing for some time" Well she went on to tell me she just didn't think it was right anymore and she wanted to take a trip to Tenn. to visit our horses, get away and think about things. Problem - our horse trainer, who is newly divorced, lives in Tenn.. Well my mom was quick to state they are just friends which I have ALWAYS believed to be true...but if I didn't trust my mom at this point I would think it was fishy. Plus I knew him very well and he was a cool guy.&lt;br /&gt;OK back to my mom.....WHILE my life is in a million pieces all over my apartment floor my mom decided this very moment was the RIGHT time to tell me this?!?!? NOT COOL MOM!!! SO... DEVASTATED I WAS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I talked to my dad and he was lost and didn't understand. I know he was NOT happy that she was going to Tenn. alone too. Well nothing came of the trip but when she came back she was still gung-ho about the divorce. My dad would call me with any new information he had or when he was just sad. I got so many calls I could barely keep up and my mom was turning into a stranger I'd never met. First weird change in my mother...she got her belly button pierced. 2nd...she got long blonde hair extensions. 3rd... she bought a little black bmw sports car. Just SCREAMS MID-LIFE CRISIS if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she ended up moving out and in with my Grandfather for about 6 months. Now he lives about 15 min from me. Sadly I wasn't even interested in seeing her so we never really met up while she lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when the transition happened but I think somewhere down the road my mom realize she was going to LOOSE everything if she didn't stop her wild and free ways....so her and my dad started "dating" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm currently happy to report she moved back in a couple months ago and they are doing great....just in time for the bad new my dad received. I'm just glad she is there for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you, this SUCKS for anyone on the outside looking in. I just wanted to SHAKE my mom and tell her to WAKE UP! WHO ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Its like something just got into her and she wanted to be young and free again as if she never had the ability to do it before. &lt;-- which in a way she didn't b/c she had my sister and I both before she was 22. I couldn't imagine having to toddlers running around me right now...YICKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion...Do not marry young even if you think you are ready! You haven't had enough FREE time to find yourself and enjoy the SINGLE life....&lt;br /&gt;You are silly if you think this is not true and you will only find out.....hmmmm around the age of 44?!?!?! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to think this happens everyday and most of the couples do not get back together. Its just heartbreaking the rate of divorce these days....so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6185277747570782560?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6185277747570782560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6185277747570782560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6185277747570782560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6185277747570782560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/chapter-2-out-of-book-of-joys-whoes.html' title='Chapter 2 out of The Book of Allie&apos;s Woes'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-2104955865243535196</id><published>2008-03-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:23.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>just plain CUTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-fcoPT5z9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SpmGcH-r43A/s1600-h/maddie+moo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181352480175935442" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-fcoPT5z9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SpmGcH-r43A/s400/maddie+moo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Maddie, My niece. She's not quite 2y/o but has the biggest personality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't tell... She is in a kissing phase right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is her on Saturday kissing my mom's dog through the fence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-2104955865243535196?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2104955865243535196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=2104955865243535196' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2104955865243535196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2104955865243535196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-plain-cute.html' title='just plain CUTE!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R-fcoPT5z9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/SpmGcH-r43A/s72-c/maddie+moo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-7156246261281231580</id><published>2008-03-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:05:51.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>boys boys boys....</title><content type='html'>ok so one of the "gmail" boys (reference previous post) sent me a "chat" while I was idle yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cv: i know you are busy and i have a doctors appointment coming up today but later .. give me a call .. we need to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but doesn't this SCREAM "break up" of something to you....as if we were dating at all??? ok So I get back online b/c I'm super curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so I'm not busy now&lt;br /&gt;  whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cv:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok ...  so I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;  you didn't have your spring break yet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no but I don't really get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cv:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but you could take a day off like ... let's say .. Friday or so? .. anyway .. i know you are busy with Em&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(my sis)&lt;/span&gt; and your niece and Easter is coming up .. but sometime after that ... it would be nice if we could do something .. no strings, no pressure .. just plain fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok,  I could probably do that&lt;br /&gt; me: I'm not sure what you are thinking&lt;br /&gt;  so how about you throw your ideas my way&lt;br /&gt;  and I say "Cool" or "Yuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cv:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ok .. so i saw you expressed some interest in NYC and San Fran .. those are one option ... the other is Cancun ... throwing you out of the plane .. I can do that any day :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha,   ok, just us or is this a group venture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Cv:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; well unfortunately .. most of my friends are on spring break as we speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh    soo...what would the plan be when we get there&lt;br /&gt;  either NYC, San Fran, or Cancun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cv: NYC .. there is a ton of things to do ... city never sleeps .. sightseeing, eat, drink .. etc .. same with san fran .. Cancun .. i am thinking relax on the beach and .. i have never been snorkeling .. i wanna try that&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK So this is kind of awkward for me....I've gone out with this guy a few times but we've never even kissed. He just seems more like a good friend to me now. Based on the way he asked and the comments he made...what do you think? Of course I want to go, It would be super fun! BUT...would it be bad too? Would he think more of "us" than I want. Because as of right now he KNOWS I do not want a relationship. Actually I'm kinda at a lose as to why he wants me to go....He is cool and we have fun hanging out but why would he want to pay for just a (girl) friend to go to Cancun with him? Well actually he has tones of flyer miles due to work travel and he makes pretty good money...so I guess the money isn't an issue.&lt;br /&gt;** background FYI:  He is 30, polish, and hasn't seriously dated in 5 yrs b/c of his work travel. He's been back and forth between NYC, San Fran, Malon Italy, and Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all that said....opinions are needed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and RT is coming in town tonight but I don't think we are meeting up til tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:: small smile ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BOYS BOYS BOYS...what have I gotten myself into!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-7156246261281231580?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/7156246261281231580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=7156246261281231580' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7156246261281231580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/7156246261281231580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/boys-boys-boys.html' title='boys boys boys....'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-6931506180193061754</id><published>2008-03-19T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:58:10.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>lack of dating...</title><content type='html'>I've had a major gap in my dating life lately....main cause.....simply me. I'm just not interested. Right after the big break with the bf(post1) about a year and half ago I started getting real close to a guy I grew up with, RT. He was and still is my best friend but we got a little hot and heavy for a few months. To my disappointment, it starting going cold due to work and scheduling. He lived in our hometown and I was living in the big city...hour and a half drive. Well soon thereafter he got a job in the big city close to me so naturally he started staying with me a few nights out of the week. Our relationship was starting to look like a relationship... up til he revealed he was accepted back into college and he was leaving in a month to finish(3hours away). Now, we hadn't made it to the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I can't live without you" stage so I was happy for him. Us being such close friends, I could be nothing less than supportive, it was definitely the right move for him. Well we talked everyday for about 2-3 weeks til the inevitable fight. It was his birthday and I had been planning on going down to see him for weeks. Well I got a brief phone call telling me I don't have to come b/c he has homework and a test to study for so he can't entertain me all weekend BUT I can still come IF I WANT. "Well do you want to see me?", I asked.... YOU READY FOR THIS....being part of the guy clan he simply replied, "I don't care." At this point my eyes about popped out of my head and I quickly ended  the conversation. We didn't speak for, wow, almost a month. He's been gone for 3-4 months now and somewhere in there our daily texts turned into calls and it hasn't stopped.  RT has even cracked jokes about meeting our daily call time quota. What strikes me is that he is the one calling me everyday, be it at work or on my drive home. I still haven't seen him since he  left but he recently invited me to come down and go to the river with him when it warms up....oh and he might be in town this weekend, and if so, he wants to meet up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, he knows I haven't dated or made out with anyone since we split ways so does this mean he is interested in me or is this just him repairing our friendship. I don't want to over step my boundaries but in all honestly, I love him to death no matter what! He is amazing and sadly even if we don't work out as a couple he is still someone I would consider "marriage material".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**my qualifications for "Marriage Material"&lt;br /&gt; GREAT sense of humor - super outgoing!&lt;br /&gt; Family oriented&lt;br /&gt; Humble&lt;br /&gt; Athletic - and NO not a gym freak! Just a little flag football here and there.&lt;br /&gt; Driven - with goals and reaching for them.&lt;br /&gt; Attractive - no necessarily to everyone else...just me!&lt;br /&gt; Bed fun compatibility - yes this is probably what you think it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I haven't dated because I'm stuck on RT,  really I've had good excuses to say no, mostly other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-set plans. **Side note...still never been asked out in person. I was asked out by two guys...wait 3!!! I know them all threw friends  and the "asking out" was done over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gmail&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been enjoying all this single time with my girls. I feel like its helped me find myself.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...I do seem to find myself comparing the guys that like me to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you gather from this...do I need a serious slap in the face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well be it with him or someone else I have to move on sometime....and soon would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a simple girl with big issues~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-6931506180193061754?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/6931506180193061754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=6931506180193061754' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6931506180193061754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/6931506180193061754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/lack-of-dating.html' title='lack of dating...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3583294131875728798</id><published>2008-03-18T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:50:21.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Sighting of my FAVORITE married Couple</title><content type='html'>Reference my very first post to get a full understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; with the luck I've been having lately it was only fitting that my weekend end with a sighting of my TWO FAVORITE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out and about Sunday enjoying a stroll through the mall (actually I was wasting time before I met up with a friend). Well, I was in the middle of a text when I looked up at 3 people walking directly in front of me to enter the store I was passing. I first locked eyes with the X BEST FRIEND, she gave me a blank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; look then a half smile with a "Hi". I of course smiled real big (b/c I knew I was looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOTT&lt;/span&gt; with my sunburn and new hair!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!) and said "HEY" back, all before I realized THE X BF was right in front of her, almost in the store. Of course we locked eyes (a little longer than I was comfortable with) plus he had this weird big smile on his face. Not a second later I thought...this is enough, if not too much talking for me, so I continued walking and went right back to my text message. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WHEEW&lt;/span&gt; ...never thought I would have survived the first sighting but I DID IT! and with class and a sense of ease if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;-the 3rd person was her 9yr old son....I thought more about him when we parted ways than either of them. I used to babysit him and all of us, including my X used to go to the park and hang out. Something tells me that poor boy is going to be all screwed up when he gets older....but I can only pray he isn't. Made me happy when he smiled at me....maybe they hadn't skewed his image of me.....YET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!OH! and I have to mention...someone looked to have put on some weight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Her pants were looking a little tight! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I'll be nice....maybe she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3583294131875728798?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3583294131875728798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3583294131875728798' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3583294131875728798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3583294131875728798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/sighting-of-my-favorite-married-couple.html' title='Sighting of my FAVORITE married Couple'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-3457229355585940092</id><published>2008-03-17T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:23.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>My Pony Tail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96jqN4UtmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VMtL2cVUzLk/s1600-h/pony+tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178756567198381666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96jqN4UtmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VMtL2cVUzLk/s400/pony+tail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-3457229355585940092?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/3457229355585940092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=3457229355585940092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3457229355585940092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/3457229355585940092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-pony-tail.html' title='My Pony Tail!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96jqN4UtmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/VMtL2cVUzLk/s72-c/pony+tail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-1742688771220758921</id><published>2008-03-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:40:23.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>CRAZY SHORT HAIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96SxN4UtlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KMX6MvR-9U8/s1600-h/hair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178737995759793746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96SxN4UtlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KMX6MvR-9U8/s320/hair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo....this weekend was very overwhelming for me but totally worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut 10'-12' off my head Friday to donate to Locks of Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then last night my best friend, who does hair, decided she wanted to play and she dyed my hair very dark brown...almost black and put some chucky blonde highlights in my head band area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pic doesn't have the new color though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-1742688771220758921?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/1742688771220758921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=1742688771220758921' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1742688771220758921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/1742688771220758921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/crazy-short-hair.html' title='CRAZY SHORT HAIR!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R96SxN4UtlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KMX6MvR-9U8/s72-c/hair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-2292480412082502978</id><published>2008-03-13T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:00:23.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>BLAHHH DRAMA!! HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok you ready for some drama...the drama you try so hard to stay away from but always finds its way in just to sit down right next to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info:&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, T, is dating this guy, Jon. Jon used to date a casual friend of T and I's, named Ash. Basically all they did was sleep together from what Jon has told me. Oh BTW Jon and I talk a lot...he is also a very close friend of mine.  Ok there are 2 other girls involved, Mel and Miss, more casual friends and one other guy, J, a VERY MARRIED guy friend who we have recently discovered has been sleeping with Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok Ready....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and I went out Sat night and T got a little wasted, which is fine b/c I was sober. Well we met up with Ash and Miss at the bar but didn't stay long. I had T's phone texting both Jon and T's bro trying to arrange a meeting point later on in the night. Tan was talking to a guy we'd met before though J; nice guy, single but neither of us were at all interested. Well from a distance I see T grab his phone and call her cell...being that I had it. Well little did we know that Ash, her bro(gay w/ bf with him) and Miss were taking note! About 2 minutes after T called her phone I got a text from Ash's bro saying "you are a f*%$#@ joke"  on T's phone. I was so lost b/c he really likes T. So then I starting think maybe the text was too me, maybe they saw I had her phone...but WHY?!?!  &lt;-- come to find out later in the night it was sent to T b/c Ash thought she was flirting with that guy who Ash apparently went out on a few dates with (weird to me since she slept with his married friend already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....nothing all weekend and Tuesday rolls around!! BOOOM! The Bomb freaking EXPLODED EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel accompanied Miss to lunch with Jon (weird if you ask me) to tell him what they thought to be true. Miss went on to tell Jon somewhere out of all that mess Saturday night someone said T slept with J....(my guess Ash). Then it was said that T tries to steal everyone's bf or crushes(now we know this info came from Ash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like HS right about now...huh. All these girls are older than me too!! A-MAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so somewhere I got drug into it. J said to Miss that he could have slept with me too if he wanted too.....haha yeah right! LOSER! So Jon, THANK GOD didn't believe it and came straight to T and I to confirm what he knew to be true. So then T goes straight to the source, Mel, who is supposed to be one of her good friends. Mel says she was just worried about T and that Miss really wanted to share her first hand testimony with Jon so that's why the lunch took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its back and forth HE SAID SHE SAID...BLAH BLAH BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what...good bye. T and I only believe T and I, so bye bye casual friends. Oh and we love Jon and no harm done to T and Jon's relationship so life will continue to move forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have determined we have enough friends and know who are closest ones are....plus those girls bring only NEGATIVITY and DRAMA to our group. Plus I do not agree with their life style, which I'm not one to judge b/c everyone has their issues but their lives are just too far gone for me to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUUULLLLLEEEEZZZZ tell me you agree!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeewww I can't handle another minute of this mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor girl T...I know she is having a harder time with this b/c her and Mel used to be real close. We just don't understand why she is taking their side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-2292480412082502978?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/2292480412082502978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=2292480412082502978' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2292480412082502978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/2292480412082502978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/blahhh-drama-help.html' title='BLAHHH DRAMA!! HELP!!!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5886517714629943647</id><published>2008-03-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:25:40.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ask the Girls", now I'm going to ask the GUYS!</title><content type='html'>So I found myself laughing this morning at a topic on the radio. The segment was called "Ask the Girls" where guys have the opportunity to question girls about any given topic. So...the question was, " Do pretty girls, like really attractive ones, have a hard time getting asked out on dates, or do they just say that?"  ok I'm in no way conceited but I've been told a time or two by girls and guy friends that I am very pretty. So I tried to answer this question as honest as possible...yes, to myself, in the car. Not sure why I felt the need. Ok so this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;First off I'm single and have been for some time...given my first post! I also cannot remember the last time I've been out on a date. Now the tough part...yes, I've dated but I don't ever recall a guy straight asking me out on a REAL date. Every guy I've ever dated I knew for a long period of time before hand either from school, work, or through a friend. Our dating always escalated through hanging out casually with friends too.  I've also been told by, I think, 2 of the guys I dated that they would have never approached me if we weren't already friends b/c when we first met they were intimidated by me, I was too pretty and they didn't feel like they had a chance.....always thought they were just saying that to be nice but now I think maybe it was true. Now going back, I know of two guys I actually ASKED out myself.....how sad is that! I guess as soon as they see I am a humble, nice, crazy, outgoing, fun person they SHOW their interest a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all that I answered the question with a big YES! I think guys just are not like they used to be, old fashioned gentlemen...or maybe I haven't found the right one yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**(off topic of radio question) But here is my problem...I don't want to date people I KNOW anymore...b/c its obviously not working out. I just end up wasting a couple years of my life b/c we are just better off friends or they fall for my best friends...haha ok sorry had to poke fun at myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any guys that are reading...I pose a question. Based off my picture alone...do I look intimidating? Would you have the courage to approach me and ask me out if you were interested? NOW BE HONEST! I know that this is a blog and people tend to be a little more open but visualize yourself in the position where I'm in front of you....what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha this should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...for now this small town southern bombshell will keep her hopes high and her eyes open!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5886517714629943647?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5886517714629943647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5886517714629943647' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5886517714629943647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5886517714629943647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/ask-girls-now-im-going-to-ask-guys.html' title='&quot;Ask the Girls&quot;, now I&apos;m going to ask the GUYS!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4114007820795545589</id><published>2008-03-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:53:15.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>1 step forward 10 steps back!</title><content type='html'>With each new day I've grown even more excited about life and the new adventures I've decided to pursue....up 'til yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a great day...regardless of the horrid rain. I was in Circuit city buying a new TV and getting a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; card for my computer (Yes I've been living in the stone ages for a few weeks b/c my video card burnt up!). Well, as I was standing in line my mom calls. "Do you have time to talk?" she asks. "Well give me a few minutes and I will", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;".  I get in my car to head home when my mom goes on to tell me about my Dad's multiple doctor visits...which she previously told me was "just" for his high blood pressure. "Just a cover up" she said b/c my Dad wasn't ready to reveal the truth to anyone, for fear of being disowned or ostracized. I was shocked and so sad all at the same time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know at this point you want to know what it is that he has but I'm not ready to reveal it right now especially since my dad is not comfortable with it. All I can say is it is chronic and depending on the progression, which will be revealed in his upcoming test results, there is a high % chance he could die from it. This would be the point in time where I started bawling my eyes out. My mom just said I don't want you to take this lightly b/c it is very serious, we just don't know the severity yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my upbeat energetic mood has quickly been replaced by worry and sadness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my Daddy in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4114007820795545589?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4114007820795545589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4114007820795545589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4114007820795545589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4114007820795545589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-step-forward-10-steps-back.html' title='1 step forward 10 steps back!'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-5130187415714338421</id><published>2008-03-05T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:40:28.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Me in pure form...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; since my first post was so drab...I'm writing a new, more upbeat post on my first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful sunny day and I'm actually quite chipper today!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if its because I'm in the running for a promotion at work or if I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; just happy with where I am in my life. Being single is not as bad as people make it out to be. I haven't even been on a date in months but I'm glad. I've had more time to figure out who I am, alone... just me! I've grown closer than ever with my friend, my mom and my sister who I used to hate back in HS! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Its amazing how time and space can help you grown together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I found myself sitting at home on the couch watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; because I didn't want to do anything or go anywhere.  Now today I look at my week and I don't have one free day! A meeting tonight, a dinner date with friends tomorrow, rodeo or wine tasting on Friday (havent made up my mind...nice to have choices), and another wine tasting on Saturday.  Blows me away at how my life has changed and for the better in the past few months. Its not all about a guy...its about me and the things I enjoy and what I want to do. I love this, I love being single!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me in pure form...and I'm happy! &lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;(Me smiling REALLY BIG!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-5130187415714338421?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/5130187415714338421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=5130187415714338421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5130187415714338421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/5130187415714338421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-in-pure-form.html' title='Me in pure form...'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2938852945300228315.post-4591308932467294298</id><published>2008-03-05T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:46:37.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Ok this being my first post...I'm going to go all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 in a nutshell was a BAD year for me. Where to begin?? How about in Jan? Ok so I started 2007 going to my best friends wedding with my boy friend of two years. The man I knew I was going to marry and we had both made that very clear to his family and mine. Maybe looking at rings clued everyone in. Well now is about the time I should tell you about one of my good girl friends who happened to live across the way from me in my apartment complex, therefore we saw each other often. Plus she went to the same church me and the BF went to.&lt;br /&gt;Well about 2 weeks into January the bf and I started arguing over weird petty stuff and decided maybe we should take some time and space to make sure we still want to get married. So I laid low but we still talked everyday...and even saw each other ofter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about 2-3 weeks later I walk to my car to go to the store and to my horror I see who else but my bf (or whatever he is at this point)  sneaking up the BACK side of my friends apartment building. Well since she lives on the font side and I knew at this point he was going to see her, I waited down stairs for him to walk back forward on the 3 floor so I could see him knock on her down....and about a minute later there he was! I was sitting in my car at this point and I didn't even have to honk...he saw me, he knew I was pissed and what did he do. He waved a very nervous low wave. Now I drive a pretty fast sports car so lets just say I speed off with a lead foot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad and so upset and so devastated! My bf and my good friend...I would have never guessed. Maybe it was the fact that she has a 7 year old son or the fact that he would talk negatively about her and how she lives her life and now he is DATING HER! Why are men such wimps....no balls to tell me the truth or to even separated himself enough to make me believe we were not still getting married! I had no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets move ahead about 5 months, I decided to move far away btw! Broke my lease to do so.&lt;br /&gt;ok so I get a phone call from the x's old best friend who YES dated my old good friend. We used to go on double dates. Well his news was all but calming. THEY WERE ENGAGED! And there were pic on their myspace of the ring...well to my shock that ring sure looked a lot like the one I picked out!!!!! So devastated AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok skip forward to Dec. 1. I get another phone call from the same guy. They are getting married this weekend!!!! WHAT?!?!? It hasn't even been a YEAR since we split.&lt;br /&gt;DEVI STATED AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last but not least I go to their myspace at the end of the month to see if they posted wedding pics just too see what she looked like...b/c I was mad and curious and wanted to find something to pick fun of! Well I was shocked to see they had posted pics from their Honeymoon and WHERE THEY WENT!! To Banff, Alberta Canada!! Where we had gone on a trip together with his parents just a year earlier!!! WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO TAKE YOUR NEW WIFE THERE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Whats weird is she knew all of this b/c she was my friend! She also new what the ring I picked out looked like. Why did she not have a problem with any of this?!?!? I know why b/c she just wanted to get married and he is controlling and wanted everything the same as how we had planned it!!! PSYCHO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok vent over...don't judge me too much this was a very traumatic experience....worse than any drama movie I have ever seen...and this is just the short version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2938852945300228315-4591308932467294298?l=allie-anne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/feeds/4591308932467294298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2938852945300228315&amp;postID=4591308932467294298' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4591308932467294298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2938852945300228315/posts/default/4591308932467294298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allie-anne.blogspot.com/2008/03/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Allie-gator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03516572436833821665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YrX26q9lggY/R_pHyvT50GI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hcb3YbiyNw0/S220/005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
