<?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-5062418696576048293</id><updated>2011-12-13T20:39:00.286-08:00</updated><category term='For sale'/><category term='New shoes'/><category term='Shop shop shoppity shop'/><category term='YAY'/><category term='Codename Ivy necklace'/><title type='text'>Codename Ivy</title><subtitle type='html'>shoes, clothes, fashion and life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://codenameivy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062418696576048293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://codenameivy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5062418696576048293/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14252511526790547462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/Sgwt4VK1F-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/dL2uqj40kf8/S220/full+size+twiiter+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5062418696576048293.post-3351148087201148562</id><published>2011-12-13T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:39:00.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever get such a blow?</title><content type='html'>I am in tears, non-stop tears. I never thought that I'd be crying for this reason. Ever. But here I am tonight in my room crying my eyes out and sniffling like a blubbering idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to find out why I was never told about any school functions or activities. Turns out my 15 year is completely embarrassed of me, his mother. He says kids say stuff about me because I am OLD and wear heels, plus whatever else he said because at that point I couldn't hear anymore as I was trying to catch my breath from such a blow. He acts like if I were in my 60's trying to dress like a 20 year old. I'm 35 dammit I know that's not young but it's not OLD either!! He says he's not embarrassed of me but he is because otherwise he wouldn't beg and plead for me not to go to his school performance. He would tell those assholes to suck it and not beg me not to attend his functions. I guess he wants me to dress in dirty sweats and flip flops like the other mothers do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I never thought I'd feel as shitty as I feel right now, this moment. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I have been either on my death bed (ie:sick) busy or just plain tired and Blah. I really need to make an effort to keep this blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this past week was Thanksgiving and again 100% of the work was on my shoulders. I did all the shopping, prepping, baking (store bought pies and desserts just won't do for my picky men) and all the cooking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I got a bit more creative. Instead of trying to cook everything and time it just right so everything is done cooking at the same time I used my countless crock pots to help keep everything warm (I have 8 crock pots! Why I have so many?!?!?!). I cooked the sides as I normally would, then I tossed them into the crock pots and set them to warm. I cooked the ham in the large roaster again this year and that left my oven free and clear for the turkey. Then when the turkey was done and let it rest I made the gravy my normal way (drippings and apple juice. yum yum). All that was left was the rolls that needed warming up and wa-la! Much easier and less stress and everything was warm and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8PFtem6I/AAAAAAAABmA/aGoXoXKzRqA/s1600/thanksgiving%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8PFtem6I/AAAAAAAABmA/aGoXoXKzRqA/s320/thanksgiving%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545052902384376738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8O29VCZI/AAAAAAAABl4/y2Hud5tyTlk/s1600/thanksgiving%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8O29VCZI/AAAAAAAABl4/y2Hud5tyTlk/s320/thanksgiving%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545052898424326546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8OVUXy3I/AAAAAAAABlw/Fr5NVTq-ge4/s1600/thanksgiving%2B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TPP8OVUXy3I/AAAAAAAABlw/Fr5NVTq-ge4/s320/thanksgiving%2B4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545052889394170738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were all done eating it was time to store the leftovers and clean up. As soon as I said "Now it's time to clean" WHOOSH the boys disappeared and Mr.man pretended to be asleep. I'm not kidding! So again I did it all. I loaded the dishwasher, washed all the crock pots, roaster and other non dish washer safe items by hand, cleaned all the counters etc. As soon as I was done and I sat down on the couch Mr.man "awakens" and says: I don't know why turkey makes people sleepy. I reply with: Whatever, I'm not sleepy. That whole Turkey puts you to sleep is a bunch of crock. I then got up and served myself a slice of cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I went online and saw an e-mail from Nine West announcing their door buster sale. I had received it early in the morning and it was now 7pm. I was excited to see the ZOLA pumps I had been wanting for a while for only $44.50 from their original price of $150. I was sad to see they had every size except for 7 in black. I ended up ordering it in the gray size 7 and in the black size 7.5. I have my fingers crossed that they don't run big. I really wish I'd checked it out early in the morning and I am sure I would have found them both in the size 7. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home on Black Friday and tried to sleep in. That didn't happen but I still just bummed around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat. I went out only because I had to fix something at the bank. I was charged a fee that I wasn't supposed to so I had to go in person and duke it out. They apologized and fixed it right away and I ever even had to put up my dukes. Mr.man and Kid 2 went up to the mountains for some fishing that morning. I was invited but fortunately I had the whole bank issue to resolve so I didn't have to join them. Those two are crazy, it was in the 30's up there and they stayed all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I ordered another pair of Jessica Simpsons Dany heels. I already have them in Black and Tan and last week the gray pair arrived. Now they have them on sale for $69.99 so I went ahead and ordered them in the purple plum velvet. I still am not a fan of the crackled silver so I refrained from ordering those as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to our usual football hangout pizza place with the Packers Club. (Yes I'm in a football club now. We used to be in it 9 years ago but we recently re-joined) We watched the Packers lose and that set the mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the boys are back to school after a whole week off. They were not too happy but they know that in a few weeks their three week x-mas break begins. So they have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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It was a wonderful day to have gone. Perfect weather for a trip to DL, cloudy skys and cool with only a bit of light drizzle here and there. Thanks to that weather the park was nearly empty. We got on all of our favorite rides and by 11 am we'd done it all (and on some rides we even got on twice!) We decided to eat lunch and afterwards we decided to get on the Indy ride one more time. As we were about to get onto the jeeps the ride broke down. So there we were for about 15-20 minutes standing there. They finally decided to evacuate the building and as a peace offering they gave us a fastpass for any ride in the park for up to 6 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to head over to CA Adventure and use the pass there. By that time the sun had come out and the crowds were arriving by droves. We ended up using our pass to get on Tower of terror. After that ride and a couple others we were headed towards the silly swings when I spot someone who looked familiar. I tell kid 2, "That guy looks familiar, he looks like Slash." Kid 2 is a HUGE and I do mean HUGE fan of his and he tells me "No, that guy is too dark." I assure him it has to be him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity got to him and he took off to find him. He comes back beyond excited and screams "It is him!" He told me he went up to him and asked him if he was Slash and that Slash then chuckled and showed him his tattoos. Kid 2 was disappointed he didn't have a camera with him when he spoke to Slash to have taken a pic with him. So he begged me to go with him and ask Slash for a picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left kid 1 and squishy at the swings and we waited at the exit of the ride he was on. When he came out we asked him for the photograph and he was awesome enough to agree to take a pick with the bday boy. Kid 2 was on cloud 9 for the rest of the day (and he still hasn't come down!!). After a few more rides it was now 4pm and we decided to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not HOME, but shopping.I bought two pairs of gorgeous sky high pumps (my specialty)and a gorgeous coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night we went to the Packers club meeting place and watch the nail biting, edge of your seat, I am going bald from pulling my hair out Packers/Vikings game. Last year I was cheering for the Vikes, however after Bretts last stunt I have woken up and again given my whole heart to the Pack. After a miracle, the Packers won and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my weekend. I hope this next weekend is just as fun. We have a Halloween party to attend on Sat. I love this holiday! Candy and costumes, YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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You know the ones, where everything goes wrong no matter what you do. Our HD receiver went bad the other day and they had one air mailed to us. So as soon as I received the new one I went ahead and switched them out. After I had everything plugged in I switched the receiver on. After it's long and timely process of "first time booting" a screen comes up that this receiver is not authorized. I figured all I needed to do was switch out the smart card from our old to new and it now said the smart card was not authorized. Ugh!! So I call them and after the whole automated process I was finally connected to a human being. Twenty minutes after that my receiver was working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kid 1 wanted to watch tv in the family room and he then lets out a scream that channels are missing. I look at him like he's crazy and he starts naming off half a dozen channels that were not coming up. I told him call them then. I call them, again do the whole automated process and as soon as a human answered I gave him my info and I tossed my phone to Kid 1. Thirty minutes later that problem was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to ship back the old receiver and after I had it all boxed up and ready to tape up I start looking for my packing tape. I looked through my shipping drawer and no tape. So I look through the tool drawer, nope. I search every drawer and come up empty handed. Now I am pissed because I had three brand new rolls and an open one. I hadn't used any in months so they should all be there. I question everyone, but I didn't do it and not me had struck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on that and just decided to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late evening mr.man wanted something to snack on. Which them made me crave some stuffed jalapenos. I had none of the ingredients so I rushed off to the closest grocery store. I was the only female in the entire store. I got what I needed plus two rolls of packing tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While loading my purchases into my trunk this man nearly gave me a heart attack as he popped out of nowhere to beg for money. He had a whole script obviously memorized and tried to give me the whole cause I'm a black man guilt trip but after what seemed like forever another man came up and asked if I was okay. I said yes, thank you and managed to quickly jump in my car and get away from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home and I start telling mr.man what happened and he looks up at me with this annoyed face and makes a hand movement like get on with it or hurry up your taking to long. I tell him never mind but them I turn around and tell him he's a jerk and that I hate when he does that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go and make the peppers. They must have know I was pissed off as they ended up being demonically spicy. I couldn't even eat one. 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Then we put him to work. He had to reinforce the bed frame of our new cheaply made bed. He racked his brain and he figured something out. The end result works perfect and you can't tell it was "made at home". I painted the new extra frame legs to match the color of the bed and it came out okay. Not bad at all and now when we sit on the bed the frame doesn't bend or budge at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the frame was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtnaDAGmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/SB6FBhkXIQk/s1600/bed+frame+how+it+was.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtnaDAGmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/SB6FBhkXIQk/s320/bed+frame+how+it+was.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486560401074166370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our homemade add ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtmoOG5wI/AAAAAAAABfI/-ntybXlAQkI/s1600/bed+frame+new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtmoOG5wI/AAAAAAAABfI/-ntybXlAQkI/s320/bed+frame+new.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486560387698976514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our bed is done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtlrje7JI/AAAAAAAABfA/kVlIAz5TSCE/s1600/bed+finished.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCQtlrje7JI/AAAAAAAABfA/kVlIAz5TSCE/s320/bed+finished.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486560371414068370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have our other bed in the room and I joke around with Mr.man that since they both fit perfectly in our room and we still have tons of space that we should keep it and have his and hers beds. hehe A'la I love Lucy. But he already gave it to his mom for her spare bedroom. However, until she makes her way down here to pick it up, we will have two beds in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just an ordinary day.I have been staying home and taking it "easy", but somehow (thank you Mr. Internet) I've still been doing alot of shopping. All shoes. Tons of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received two of my pre-orders and on Weds. I'll receive my Dany's and two cheapies I ordered from UrbanOG.com. I still have two pre-orders left to ship out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go ahead and get the season passes for Disneyland again. This time I didn't get one for Mr.man (still angry) anyways he doesn't really like that place. This is our first time going in the summer months. If all goes as planned we will be going there on Sat. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCBnZI4wT6I/AAAAAAAABeA/q84kB-Ioxko/s1600/thomas+the+train+toddler+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TCBnZI4wT6I/AAAAAAAABeA/q84kB-Ioxko/s320/thomas+the+train+toddler+bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485498027717185442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.mans nephews 2nd bday is coming up next month I believe. I heard the kid loves Thomas the train and I decided to buy him the Toddler bed. I can't believe how expensive that toddler bed is. Anyways, I hope the kid appreciates it. I overheard mr.man saying she was going to throw his party down here, I hope it's true, because I don't feel like making the eight+ hour drive to give it to the kid. I was thinking of just having it shipped to his apartment but;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't know their new address&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't remember the kid's actual b-day&lt;br /&gt;3) I want to see the kids face when he opens it up&lt;br /&gt;4) I want the kid to know it's from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wait until the b-day party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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It's just been HOT HOT HOT. TOO HOT and bright and sunny. So I have spent the last three days at home with all the window shades closed (which means I've been staying out of the formal rooms and office)and just been staying in the dark, cool air conditioned family room reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought the new bed (the right one this time and what a difference)Tuesday night and early this morning I cancelled the rest of the bedroom set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a package today which has added 4 new pairs to my shoe room and I also ordered Jessica Simpson's DANY in both black and tan this morning. Yup, they are now in stock at her website. I am still waiting for 4 of my preorders one of which says it's being processed for shipping. Yay, hopefully it arrives quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of regret getting the boys back into their gas powered RC trucks. I forgot how expensive it was. Those things are so sensitive and they burn through fuel and glow plugs like nothing. Maybe it's just my boys are too aggressive with them that parts keep breaking and they keep needing me to re-place them for them. And by replace I mean drive them to the hobby shop and pay for the parts. I am done. One already needs another glow plug, they are almost out of their second gallon of fuel and another one needs a new fly wheel. Umm, they need to wait or hit Mr.man up now. They haven't a penny left from their money (Kid 2 does have money in the kitty fund but that's for his cat)and they no longer have their lawn mowing jobs so there is no way they can earn any money any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously considering getting the season passes for Disney again, but the sun hasn't made me wanna go all the way out there and well spend a day in the sun standing in lines. I have never really gone during "summer" as I am kind of thinking the place will be crazy mad crowded. Who knows, maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to go out tomorrow though. I need to dye my hair, get my nails done and buy a gift for my cousin. I was looking forward to it early on but now as the day is almost here I am kind of feeling blah about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get out of this "slump" as even I am sick of my whiny self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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She showed up and giggled with excitement as she loaded her purchases into the trunk of her car. I said thank you and I hope you enjoy them and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home Mr.man ambushed me and said lets go to the furniture store and look at bedroom furniture. I tell him I love my old bedroom set. He's sick of it and he doesn't care that I have grown up with this set and it means alot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go to a few and I finally agree to a set. I choose the color I want from a board with 3" squares in a variety of colors. They say they would deliver the bed the same day since they had it in the warehouse and to expect them at 6pm. The rest of the set would arrive next weekend since I special ordered an armoire and had them tweek the dressers and nightstands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrive well after 7pm and as soon as I saw the Headboard I freaked. It was not the color I chose and it was just horrible. It was a reddish, hot pink mess. The staining on the wood was uneven and splotchy and ugly. I tell Mr.man and he goes it looks the same to me. It just looks different to you because you saw it on a small square sample. I tell him it is definitely not the color and the bed is a piece of crap. The quality is shit. I tell him look at the frame it doesn't even have any cross beams for support! He gets mad and says that the color you chose. I got pissed and say "this is just like the carpet! And what happened, I proved you and the damn builder and everyone wrong!" He says fine what do you want me to do? I tell him tell them that is not what I picked and to take that piece of shit back. After a long argument and my storming off he finally told them the problem. Or like he told them "my wife's problem" I told them the problem and they tried to play me like I was an idiot or just a plain bitch. So this is what happened. They left this one here and on Tuesday they will bring the headboards back in their three darkest colors and I will then tell them which one to leave. They are going to charge us another $40 delivery fee (jerks)but you know what I am going to do? The bed is paid for so I'll keep the damn thing. However weds morning I am going to cancel the rest of the set. We haven't paid for any of it yet, the contract I signed was just for the bed as that was what they were delivering. So they can keep the rest of their shit. I will order the rest of the set elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TBan9813iYI/AAAAAAAABdI/bANEMr139Nc/s1600/crappy+bed+cu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TBan9813iYI/AAAAAAAABdI/bANEMr139Nc/s320/crappy+bed+cu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482754279116081538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TBan9gohZCI/AAAAAAAABdA/mCgMLF80EBY/s1600/crappy+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TBan9gohZCI/AAAAAAAABdA/mCgMLF80EBY/s320/crappy+bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482754271543911458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what I mean??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I sat at the Chevron fro 20 minutes waiting for the person who was supposed to come buy those 25 pairs of shoes off of me. They were supposed to meet me there at 10am at 10:15 I called them to see if they were still coming. No answer. I left a voicemail and went right back home. Good thing is that the Chevron is just a hop skip and a jump from my house, so no fuel wasted, just my time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that squishy and I went over to what has become kind of a Sat morning ritual. The farmers market. Kid 2 was asleep and kid 1 said he wanted to stay home. So it was just squishy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't find anything today (I did buy another book as I have already finished the two from last week.)but I made a mistake of telling a vendor I liked a necklace she was selling. This is the first time I have seen her stand. I looked around and there was one sloppy mess of kinda okayness that caught my eye. I told her that it was interesting and she had it on my neck in two seconds flat. She asked me if I was a model because I looked like one. I said no. She goes oh my it looks stunning on you and it goes with your outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once around my neck it looked, well, ugly. I didn't care for it anymore. She then quickly put the bracelet on me. I told her they were nice but I was out of cash and didn't have enough. I take them off and try to walk away. She then goes I'll take a check. I tell her I don't carry my checkbook. She says are you sure you don't have enough. I tell her no she then says do you live near by? I tell her let me call my husband and see if he can buy it for me. She goes is he here? I tell her no he should be at home. I grab my phone and dial my voicemail and walk away. Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately on the way back she comes up behind me and says did you get a hold of your husband? I tell her yes, but hes already left out of town. She then asks me how much do you have? I pulled out some money I had in my pocket (no way I was going to pull out my wallet) and I happened to have a twenty and some change. She goes that's all you have? I tell her yes and try to walk away but she follows. Hmm, 20 that's pushing it (she wanted $45) I tell her yup, sorry, and again try to walk away. Maybe if you had $25. I tell her nope, all I have is this. She then comes up with the great idea of you can pay me that and next week pay me the rest. I tell her no, I don't like owing money. She goes you can mail me a check. I make a face. Maybe you have some money in your car? I tell her let me go check. She says yes do that. For a second I thought she was going to follow me all the way to my car. Fortunately she didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the thrift and antique stores and squishy got a few things and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At almost 3pm my old bff texts me to invite me over to her house for a party. I ask her right now? She answers , yeah if you want to. her daughters wanted to see the boys. I answered let me ask the boys. Back when their mom and I were bff's her two older daughters and my older two boys were inseparable. They always wanted to be together. I replied with "is it a bday party?" and didn't get a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boys and they were curious and so off we went. I was surprised to still remember where she lived as I'd only been to her house once 2 yrs ago when she had just rented the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a b-day party for her youngest daughter. I felt odd and out of place. So we stayed there until about 6. The whole time while we were there her oldest kept asking about my oldest. She wanted his cell phone number, she wanted to know if he had a facebook she also wanted to know if he had a girl friend. I told her he did have a girlfriend and that they wouldn't get their cell phones back until school started back up again and that they didn't have facebooks. Fortunately the boys didn't contradict me. They nodded with my responses. I had heard the giggles and the girls with all their girl friends saying he was so cute blah blah blah and kid 1 likes fair skinned, tall, blonde or light brown haired girls I knew and I could tell he wasn't interested in any of the bunch. Plus he is crushing hard on this one girl at his school. They are actually kind of like best friends which worries me that she might not be crushing on him and only see him as a friend. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I gave her their e-mail addresses and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting out of my car in my garage my phone rang. It was the neighbor letting me know that they might be cancelling the BBQ they were having tomorrow. They called him in to work and he didn't know if he'd be able to get out of it. I told him no problem and to let me know when he had a definite answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I was reading a magazine when an earthquake hit. Turns out it was a 4.8 centered pretty close to where I live. No damage this time (I think, I haven't checked my shoe room yet) and I just sat on my couch magazine in hand while it went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, My day made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Vintage&lt;br /&gt;Sweater: F21&lt;br /&gt;Top:Fiasca&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: F21 skinny's&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Cheapies from &lt;a href="http://urbanog.com/product_100_6892.html"&gt;UrbanOG.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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It's a cool 65 degrees (actually probably cooler by now)the skies are greyish and the clouds are hiding the evil sun. I am loving it. A few days of hot temps and I am so over them that I welcome these wonderful glorious cool sun free days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have bought tons of new cheapie shoes from Steve Madden and UrbanOG.com in the last few weeks. I ran out of room of where to store them (even with all my "stolen" shoes slots being empty). So in order to fit all my new ones I had to re-arrange here and there and I pulled out 25 pairs of shoes (some were new and some are used) that I no longer want or care to keep. I put them up on craigslist as a lot and someones supposed to meet me in the morning for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still 8 pairs on order so I am still going to have to figure something out to fit those in. Whatever, I'll come to it when I come to it. Four of those pairs will probably be in on Monday or Tuesday. Two pairs of the 5 that were on pre-order should have already shipped out last week but for some reason they haven't. One of those 5 arrived yesterday. Another has a date of 6/22 and the last one a ship date of 7/6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be getting lots of packages in the coming days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the boys to Chuckies just as promised. I purchased 150 tokens and with their report cards they each got 15 tokens free. Kid 1 took his 15 and left to do his thing. Squishy and Bernie (neighbor kid) left with their 15 each and took off. A few minutes later they come begging for more. So I gave them each 15. It was a repetitive cycle and in less than an hour than had gone through all the tokens. Just them two. 180 tokens between the two! Then they had the nerve to ask me to buy them more. I said nope. Kid 1 never even got any extra tokens after his original 15 from his report card. I had them count up their tickets and they ended up with 574 between the two. They traded them for a bag of cotton candy, a few plastic lizards and a small toy car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to run one last errand for Mr.man and we went straight home. Not shortly after they were starving again and we just made tuna salad sandwiches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie was picked up at 5pm and his mom let me know that her oldest had called her to let her know they were having too much fun and that they were going to stay a bit longer at the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7pm Mr.man calls me to tell me that they had been trying to call her to let her know that they were stuck in major traffic. They were due to get back at around 7-7:30 but the freeway was completely stalled and they didn't expect to get home until 9pm or so. I called her and I too got her voice mail so I forwarded the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching District nine. It's my second time trying to watch it. Last time after 20 or so minutes I turned it off. 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When I came downstairs there was a package at the landing. One of my pre-orders had arrived. Yay! That's a nice thing to wake up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was up and dressed the errands began. I had to make a few calls for Mr.man and then I had to go look through 7 year old files and find certain paperwork. JOY!! I found them, faxed them and then made copies and mailed those out and last but not least, re-filed the originals and done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys wanted lunch so we went to Red Robin's. After that we went grocery shopping. While doing so Mr.man calls to find out on my progress. I let him know it was all taken care of (thank you very much.) and was now doing the grocery shopping. He then asks me to buy him several items for his fishing trip tomorrow. (I know, AGAIN) This time kid 2 and a neighbor kid are the only ones tagging along. So we had to get a second basket to purchase his requested items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the groceries were put away I was thinking of heading out to this other Farmers Market held Thursday nights. However I got a call from the neighbor and I guess her boys are spending the night. One of her boys is the one going fishing and her younger one will be spending the day with me. I told them we would go to chuck-e-cheese's. I don't know what time they will coming over so I told the boys that their rooms and bathrooms had better be clean as they are having guests for the night. So I don't want to feel rushed at the farmers market so I skipped it all together. Next week I'll check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to make dinner. Yum Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I am glad I did. This time kid 2 joined me along with squishy. Kid 1 stayed home to mow the lawn and do a few chores to pay off his recent massive hobby shop bill. It's called learning responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspOl0C9vI/AAAAAAAABao/1lZRHX9wAN8/s1600/DSC04460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspOl0C9vI/AAAAAAAABao/1lZRHX9wAN8/s320/DSC04460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479518702271657714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Victorian tea party hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we started browsing the market I saw a stand with wonderful Victorian hats. She had dozens of them in a variety of colors. The reason it grabbed my attention is that my cousins bridal shower is tea party themed and we are all asked to wear a hat and they will be giving out special prizes for those of us brave enough to show up wearing one. They were beautiful. Even though I had just recently purchased another hat just for that purpose (and I already owned a hat that could have worked but being that the party is mid June I don't know if I will be wearing black), this hat was just a hundred times better. Best part? She was only asking $5! I quickly snatched one up (and believe me I was in such a stupor that I was tempted to come home with one in every color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspPboPA6I/AAAAAAAABa4/j42PX35MhXM/s1600/DSC04462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspPboPA6I/AAAAAAAABa4/j42PX35MhXM/s320/DSC04462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479518716717630370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspPG0jwjI/AAAAAAAABaw/KKee6pd7Yyk/s1600/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspPG0jwjI/AAAAAAAABaw/KKee6pd7Yyk/s320/DSC04461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479518711132176946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original hat purchased for Tea party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspQn-kYlI/AAAAAAAABbA/rNzz4m9YmuU/s1600/DSC04463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAspQn-kYlI/AAAAAAAABbA/rNzz4m9YmuU/s320/DSC04463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479518737212400210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black hat purchased last summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I found a stand selling homemade jewelery and I found a bracelet that wanted to go home with me. I could have made it myself as I have seen the materials at Micheal's, but I paid her $25 for her hard work and to support the local "arts". Plus she was a super friendly woman. I also bought a pretty neutral colored clutch. It also came with a shoulder strap in case I'd prefer to wear it that way instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought two books and that was it for me, but I did find some Green Bay Packers pot holder/ towel sets that Mr.man would have loved. They would have been perfect for his football Sundays grill days. However I just bought him his fathers day gift a few days ago and I am still mad at him so I don't think he deserved any more gifts. So I passed on the pot holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for this pink dog tent I saw last week. I decided to go ahead and get it for my little girls but the woman was not there this week. Hopefully shes there next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid 2 bought a set of 12 skeleton keys pre-1950's for $10. They are really old and a bit rusty but super cool. There are some really strange shaped ones and some normal ones. He is like me, he loves history and he loves owning pieces of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squishy bought a small bag of bouncy balls for a quarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAsoHdSP4uI/AAAAAAAABag/7TNjTLu5NmU/s1600/DSC04453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAsoHdSP4uI/AAAAAAAABag/7TNjTLu5NmU/s320/DSC04453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479517480211702498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAsoHKH1diI/AAAAAAAABaY/0DivXXYpIRM/s1600/DSC04452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAsoHKH1diI/AAAAAAAABaY/0DivXXYpIRM/s320/DSC04452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479517475067754018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked down the other end of the street and visited the thrift and antique stores. At the first thrift store I found the coolest shoes. They fit me and I had to have them. They were missing their laces, but who cares. They were marked $5 but they had a 50% off sale so I got them for $2.50. They were brand spanking new and still had the original price tag of $9.00 from get this, July 1976!! The brand is Pedwin and I believe them to be mens as they are marked size 6. I believe them to be from 1976 because the tag has 7-76 in the top right corner. There is no store name on the sticker. But there is a union label stamped in the shoe. (When I got home I carefully peeled the tag off and stuck it on a binder.Hopefully it'll stay safe. I'll take a pic of it later and add on this post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the antique stores (there are 4 of them all in a row) and didn't really find anything special. While there a woman admired my necklace. I was wearing the bow necklace today. I told her it was mine and that I actually had a few for sale.She said she'd love one and I gave her my phone number and figured she was all talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the other two thrift stores and walked out empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Carl's Jr for lunch. We went there because the boys had won free meal coupons at their school carnival. With full belly's we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I received a call from an unknown number. I answered it and was I surprised to find out it was the woman from earlier. I gave her directions and in no time she was at my door. I showed her the bow necklace and I showed her the second icicle necklace. I also told her I had a few more on my etsy. She liked both and she purchased both of them. So now I only have one icicle necklace and one bow necklace left to sell along with the heart and the double chain one. I gave her the sale price and knocked off an extra $5 since I wasn't shipping them to her. I didn't really make anything off those two since the "materials" for those two were more expensive than the materials on the other two. I just wish the ones on etsy would sell so I could end that already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rest of the day was spent watching movies. We finally subscribed to Netflix and it's kinda cool being able to watch movies instantly on tv via the &lt;br /&gt;ps3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outfit pictures not yet posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/codenameivy"&gt;Codename Ivy &lt;/a&gt;bow necklace&lt;br /&gt;Top: Rampage&lt;br /&gt;Shorts: Spacegirls&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gucci Iman t-strap (my FAVORITE walking shoes. I try to wear these any time I know I will be doing alot of walking. I can walk miles in these babies without getting tired feet. 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She also said she would be bringing us some tamales. I was super excited about the tamales. I don't know how to make them (as a matter of fact no one on my side of the family does I don't think Spaniards make tamales, I think it's a Mexican thing)and I have been craving them lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally arrived at around 11:30. I was greatly disappointed when she hands me the bag of tamales and they are the weird ones. The filling was green sliced chile's and cheese. Boo. I wanted the ones with the red sauce and beef or pork. Those are the good ones. Well at least she didn't bring the sweet ones with raisins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was the last day of school for the boys. It was an all day Carnival. They had snow cones, nachos, popcorn and a BBQ. They had dozens of game booths and tons of prizes. The boys said it was a really good time and since the food and snacks were unlimited kid 2 had five snow cones!! I really love this school and I am glad that they were finally able to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom in law left shortly after the boys got home and I couldn't wait for her to leave. She had brought her mom and her brother and they are loud! They were having discussions that sound more like arguments about stupidness. Loud loud loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a few dresses and a jumpsuit I had bought for her (she always asks me to keep an eye out for this or that)for her AZ family reunion in July. So I took her to my shoe room so she could see them and try them on. Her mom followed us in and she goes oh you have a store in your house. And she just starts going through my coats and shoes and goes oh everything you have is too small you need to carry larger sizes. I tell her I am not a store. All of this is for me so it's only in my size. Silly woman still didn't get it. My new item to hunt for my mom in law is a pair of black wedges with a 3" heel maybe 4" in a size 8. So lets see if I find some she might like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left we went to Red Robins for dinner and BACK to the hobby shop for one last thing (fingers crossed). On the way home we stopped off at another Hobby shop that had just opened in a shopping center a few blocks from our house. They browsed around and comparison shopped and then we finally went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the evening watching movies. Good Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Talulabelles (for some reason it turned my neck green :( will be changing chain out on it soon)&lt;br /&gt;Top: H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Saks&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gucci Iman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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OLD!!! My babies will be starting high school come fall and my squishy starts middle school then as well. When I went to school we were in elementary through sixth grade and we were in "Junior high" (not middle school, it was called junior high.)through 9th grade. But the year when I moved on to 10th grade was when they started converting the "format". By the time I was a junior in high school, the new "middle school" system was in place and the 9th graders had invaded the high school. Funny how things change and I guess that's why I feel so old. I feel like those grandparents who talk about penny candy (I still remember .25 cent single scoops of Thrifty ice cream!!) Okay, OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first I hadn't invited anyone to the boys graduation. Not only was it on a Thursday but it started at 5pm and since all our family members live far I figured they wouldn't want to make the drive. However, in the morning my mom in law called but I didn't answer because i was busy at the moment. I figured Mr.man had told her so I decided to just text everyone a pic of the invitation. My mom texted back that she'd be here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Mr.man called and said his mom had called him to find out what time it was starting. I told him 5pm but we had to be there by 4pm, so tell her to be here at 3-3:30. He said "okay I'll tell her" and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls me at 2pm to tell me she wouldn't be able to make it after all. Then at 3pm my mom in law calls and says "the graduation is today?" I say "Yes." She then goes on to tell me that Mr.man had told her that it was on Friday. I told her she must have Miss-understood. She was out in the middle of LA and I told her there was no way she'd make it now because we had to leave at 4pm. About 10 minutes after we hung up Mr.man calls me and also says "The ceremony is today?" I tell him uh yeah, we have been talking about it all week and every time we talked about it we have said "when they graduate on THURSDAY". He then tells me he's in Santa Barbara and he won't be getting home until midnight or so. I asked why on earth did you go there? He tells me he went there then so he could take Friday off for the boys ceremony. I call him a dumb ass and he says he can't believe this. I also tell him, the invitation has been up in the butlers pantry for three weeks and it clearly says "Thursday June 3rd". He said I guess we'll celebrate tomorrow. He also thought that since they graduated yesterday school was over. I told him no Friday is the last day of school and they are having a school carnival all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. Dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 4pm the boys and I head for their school. At 5pm the ceremony started and by 5:40 it was done and over with. What made me laugh was when the "MC" says this is our largest 8th grade class in school history. There are 60 8th graders in the entire school! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope did say plans would not work out as planned and to go with the flow. So that's what I did. Went with the flow. The only thing that kinda sorta stressed me out was picking shoes to wear. You know, since I have absolutely nothing to wear : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces: codename ivy and vintage&lt;br /&gt;dress: Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: YSL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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He's off until Weds.!! So on Friday we got every thing ready and he loaded his car and in the afternoon he was on his way with Kid 2 to our campsite. I stayed behind because I had committed myself to watch the neighbors kids the following day. However late evening she called me to let me know she'd managed to get the day off after all. My new shoes also came in that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUnwovZ7I/AAAAAAAABYI/J3vbb_yvk9Q/s1600/DSC04384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUnwovZ7I/AAAAAAAABYI/J3vbb_yvk9Q/s320/DSC04384.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947932557666226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUnOTp0KI/AAAAAAAABYA/H-Y96PdQE9E/s1600/DSC04385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUnOTp0KI/AAAAAAAABYA/H-Y96PdQE9E/s320/DSC04385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947923342413986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUmtrbMpI/AAAAAAAABX4/4qihpiR-Tic/s1600/steve+madden+CARYSSA_BLACK-SUEDE_side_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWUmtrbMpI/AAAAAAAABX4/4qihpiR-Tic/s320/steve+madden+CARYSSA_BLACK-SUEDE_side_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947914583749266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Halston&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Dolce&amp;Gabbana&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Steve Madden&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what was done on Sat. Well kid 1 needed something else for his T-Maxx. I told him the hobby shop wouldn't open until around 11 but being that he thinks he's smarter than me he claimed it opened at 9. Just to prove him wrong at 9:30 we drove all the way into town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was right and the shop wasn't going to open until 10:30. I then decided to go shopping. I went to my favorite vintage jewelry store and I didn't leave empty handed. After that we went to the Farmers market. It has been going on for quite some time but this was the very first time I'd gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finding a gorgeous necklace (actually a few) and I just had to have it. I might go back in the coming weeks and snatch up all the others I liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Hobby shop and he got what he needed and we headed home. I thought I'd finished my shopping day but I ended up ordering three more pairs of shoes before the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told Mr.man that I would head out there that afternoon/evening but I changed my mind and I called him to let him know I'd be arriving early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3NC59LdI/AAAAAAAABYw/hQcwXtaOjdw/s1600/lake+morning+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3NC59LdI/AAAAAAAABYw/hQcwXtaOjdw/s320/lake+morning+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197062744747474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3M1GYVBI/AAAAAAAABYo/VYGOdCiDlcU/s1600/lake+morning+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3M1GYVBI/AAAAAAAABYo/VYGOdCiDlcU/s320/lake+morning+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197059038762002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3Mfub59I/AAAAAAAABYg/Z98SLmR93Jw/s1600/lake+morning+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3Mfub59I/AAAAAAAABYg/Z98SLmR93Jw/s320/lake+morning+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197053301188562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTtYTlNAI/AAAAAAAABXw/YrAh5HxTTT4/s1600/nature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTtYTlNAI/AAAAAAAABXw/YrAh5HxTTT4/s320/nature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477946929594053634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early at the butt crack of dawn we left to meet up with the rest of the family. It was nice, cool, practically empty and peaceful. Wildlife was seen here and there and Kid 2 was lucky as always at fishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE AFTERNOON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3N5GBZ7I/AAAAAAAABZA/IM3iOnAqi9E/s1600/lake+afternoon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3N5GBZ7I/AAAAAAAABZA/IM3iOnAqi9E/s320/lake+afternoon+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197077290870706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3NQcNJ0I/AAAAAAAABY4/Y5mXU6LNyhQ/s1600/lake+afternoon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAZ3NQcNJ0I/AAAAAAAABY4/Y5mXU6LNyhQ/s320/lake+afternoon+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478197066378061634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is people taking over campground space #6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as the day progressed it became unbearable. Each campsite has a "patio" area with 2 picnic tables, a grill and a gutting station surrounded by trees and a flat bare area for tents with a cabin like bathroom shower area between every two campsites. What happened is people started arriving and they couldn't find anywhere to set up that they started setting up in the wooded area in our and everyone elses campsite. They even tried setting up in our "patio" area! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a small swimming area near the campground side of the lake with the rest set up fr fishing. (The other side of the lake is the side with the larger swimming area and for boats and for wave runners etc.) It is clearly marked as to where the swimming area is with rope and buoys. However when the swimming area got crowded people started swimming in the fishing sides (my kid pointed out that almost everyone was swimming in street clothes!). They kept getting tangled in the fishing line and all the fishers had to re-cast constantly. It was annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also we had set up a shade and our five chairs near the beach right where the swimming area and fishing area connect so that way I could keep an eye on the swimmers and keep an eye on the cast poles while Mr.man and kid 2 wandered the lake with their second poles. Anyways, kid 1 and squishy where hungry so I went up to turn on our portable propane grill so we could make some hot dogs. While up there I had a clear view of our shade and poles. I notice two men walk up to the poles and stand directly in front of them looking all around acting suspicious. So I go down and sit at the chair closest to the pole and stare at them. I was just waiting for them to make their move so I could pounce on them. I was already in a foul mood and I guess I just wanted to fight. One of them finally notice me staring at them and he walked over to the other guy and said lets go, I guess were not getting ourselves new poles in Spanish. (excuse my bad Spanish spelling) "no se nos eseron nuestras kanas nuevas" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, there was alot worse (like someone helped themselves to our ice chest of drinks) and it was like everyone in CA was there in that little side of the lake. I couldn't take it anymore and I told Mr.man I was heading home before I lost it. He too was frustrated and we decided to just pack everything up and just head home. As soon as we took our stuff out of the picnic area it was invaded. We then put our chairs and shade away on the beach and we weren't even done putting the shade away when people had already set up. I am NOT exaggerating at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been my first time there and with this experience I would never go again. Mr.man and Kid 2 have been there many time and they swear to me it had never ever been like that. It has always been empty with only a few other fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving we noticed that they had closed the entrance because it was full, however there were cars parked all along the street and lookout area and they were climbing down into the lake. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to be home and I will NEVER go back during a holiday. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to the fishing tournament in April (different lake) it was a different experiance. Yes there were a lot of people there as well but it was just different. I actually relaxed and had a good time. I still came home tired but it was a good time all in all (and that trip involved the in-laws!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTK4rjTRI/AAAAAAAABXo/GXfasWV6o_8/s1600/DSC04380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTK4rjTRI/AAAAAAAABXo/GXfasWV6o_8/s320/DSC04380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477946336989105426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTKTwAAlI/AAAAAAAABXg/aa76iyAFljA/s1600/DSC04381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTKTwAAlI/AAAAAAAABXg/aa76iyAFljA/s320/DSC04381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477946327075652178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTKNYjJ4I/AAAAAAAABXY/vDnW19RjNwE/s1600/DSC04382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTKNYjJ4I/AAAAAAAABXY/vDnW19RjNwE/s320/DSC04382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477946325366679426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTJmfpcSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EjSDpLkoSx0/s1600/DSC04383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWTJmfpcSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/EjSDpLkoSx0/s320/DSC04383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477946314927468834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Derick Heart&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Steve Madden&lt;br /&gt;Belt &amp; Necklace: Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took it easy Monday morning but at around noon we all went out. We had to go back to the hobby shop to drop of Kid 1's truck for a tune-up and to find out why it wasn't starting anymore. While there I bought Mr.man an early Father's day gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went out to get the older two new dress clothes and shoes for their graduation on Thursday. We also got squishy some so he'd be set for my aunt's wedding in July and My cousin's in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to our closest Best Buy because Mr.man wanted to get a new game.They didn't have it in stock but they found it for us at another one nearby and they put it on hold. I ended up buying a cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then we were starving and we made a pit stop at In-n-Out and stuffed our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the other Best Buy, browsed around and purchased the game. We saw a pet store and we decided to browse that as well. Big mistake. I wanted to come home with three new puppies. It hurt so bad when I had to walk out of there without a single adorable pup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it was 6pm and Mr.man couldn't wait to get home and play his new game. While he did that I was upstairs watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSG2co-hI/AAAAAAAABXI/ewLZaZrijGg/s1600/DSC04391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSG2co-hI/AAAAAAAABXI/ewLZaZrijGg/s320/DSC04391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477945168158587410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSGbVxNbI/AAAAAAAABXA/VldVAVmHqtY/s1600/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSGbVxNbI/AAAAAAAABXA/VldVAVmHqtY/s320/DSC04390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477945160882009522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSGLb88kI/AAAAAAAABW4/byGpAYn3rv8/s1600/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSGLb88kI/AAAAAAAABW4/byGpAYn3rv8/s320/DSC04389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477945156612977218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSFh3hFoI/AAAAAAAABWw/4lz7fOoECtI/s1600/bakers+victoria+pink+wearing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/TAWSFh3hFoI/AAAAAAAABWw/4lz7fOoECtI/s320/bakers+victoria+pink+wearing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477945145454302850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Love21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Bakers&lt;br /&gt;Belt &amp; Necklace: Vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.man is still off and the boys went back to school. We only went out for lunch and Mr.man is changing the brakes in his car. Thanks to the birthday present I gave him he is having an easy time accomplishing this task. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to drive the neighbors kids to their golf lesson and now that everyone is home and that favor has been done I plan to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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The rain never showed yesterday and I doubt it will show today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squishy had a performance this morning. The elementary kids Put on a play. They sang songs about the ocean and environment and they put on skits about saving the planet. They have really been pushing the subject all year that I am getting kind of tired of it (and I am an avid recycler! I throw a fit whenever I find recyclables in the garbage can at home and own more reusable canvas shopping bags than any one person should). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I headed home. I almost went into town for a bit of browsing, but yeah, I don't browse so home it was. When I got home I did a bit of laundry and started making a list for the weekend. We are going camping (JOY :\ ) so I need to get myself organized so we don't end up forgetting anything. This was sprung on me last minute (just like all the plans Mr.man makes) I found out about it on Sunday when I overheard Mr.man talking to one of his friends about it. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This warm weather has got me craving cold meals. So I am going to start preparing some ceviche tonight for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some Kors wedges online earlier and I REALLY want them (and their on sale!!!!) but I don't know if I should get them. Eek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Vintage&lt;br /&gt;Top: Mossimo&lt;br /&gt;Thermal: G.A.S.&lt;br /&gt;Shorts: F21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Miss Sixty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_smAlUBX6I/AAAAAAAABU4/bH2u9yEaEas/s320/DSC04354.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011563456913314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_smAK5s7bI/AAAAAAAABUw/r3gTdta-KJY/s1600/Bakers+white+Darlene+wearing+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_smAK5s7bI/AAAAAAAABUw/r3gTdta-KJY/s320/Bakers+white+Darlene+wearing+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011556367199666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn on Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Cynthia Rowley&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Bakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sl_iQBK_I/AAAAAAAABUo/rSt5joJ1Nv4/s1600/DSC04353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sl_iQBK_I/AAAAAAAABUo/rSt5joJ1Nv4/s320/DSC04353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475011545454947314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk-UjzdlI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ij-kElm15js/s1600/true+religion+stevie+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk-UjzdlI/AAAAAAAABUg/Ij-kElm15js/s320/true+religion+stevie+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475010425088341586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk-Dq7KjI/AAAAAAAABUY/f--gKjbPSaE/s1600/iman+t-stap+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk-Dq7KjI/AAAAAAAABUY/f--gKjbPSaE/s320/iman+t-stap+shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475010420554803762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Tadashi&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: True Religion&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gucci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk90Rbf5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/52VWLTkQpAM/s1600/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk90Rbf5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/52VWLTkQpAM/s320/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475010416421339026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk9DY-fZI/AAAAAAAABUI/OYcDvL5xAkU/s1600/DSC04356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk9DY-fZI/AAAAAAAABUI/OYcDvL5xAkU/s320/DSC04356.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475010403299655058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk8_TmfzI/AAAAAAAABUA/E1GMGdlRIYA/s1600/bakers+eden+blk+wearing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_sk8_TmfzI/AAAAAAAABUA/E1GMGdlRIYA/s320/bakers+eden+blk+wearing.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475010402203369266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worn today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Theory&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Bakers&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: Vintage Jewelry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy one indeed. Sat. I attended a cousins party and we had to be at the airport at 9 pm to pick Mr.man up. I had him drive home as I was tired of driving. We got home close to 11pm and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we had to be up really early to go to Mr.mans company "Open House". There were alot of activities that were scheduled to be done outdoors but we had to move them indoors into the reception area, conference room, break room and even in the hallways. Why? It started raining on us. Fortunately the grills were under ez-ups so the rain didn't ruin the BBQ. By 2pm all was over there and we had to rush over to my aunts bridal shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still needed her gift so we stopped off at Bed Bath and Beyond on the way there. We arrived at 4pm and I was told everyone thought I was going to be a no show. Turns out none of my sisters planned to attend. My dad was extremely happy that we showed up. We played all the games, Mr.man got a gift for letting us use him as the bride on one of the games. Unfortunately we ran out of time and we were unable to finish his T.P. wedding dress. My mom's team won first place. It was fun and I am glad Mr.man was such a good sport about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as all the gifts had been opened we headed home. Not too long after my dad called and asked if we could swing by his house because he wanted to give Kid 1 a new model car he'd gotten for him. We then headed in that direction. We hadn't intended to stay too long but every time we made our way to the door they'd start a new conversation. Finally I told my dad that we really needed to get going because the boys needed to go to school the following morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mostly spent here at home. I did go out and run a few errands but nothing major.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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This is just crazy. But I have to look at the bright side and remember the terrible high temps we had last year and shrug this weird weather off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to wear this dress. I don't know if it the combination of eyelet material with lace or the design of the dress itself, but I feel as I should either be in Mexico or in an old west saloon. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've had these shoes for a LONG time now and they used to look sky high to me, but now they seem quite low. Funny how 4" heels are like flats to me. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally put the lock on my shoe room door. I have been procrastinating because I am unsure how Mr.man will take it, but I decided to take advantage that he's in Kentucky and just get it over with. It took me less than 10 minutes to switch them out. The only thing is I was way off on the color. For some reason I thought our fixtures were brushed nickel but it turns out they are chrome. How can I have been such a dork? It's not like we just moved in. We bought this house over three years ago so how could I not know that?? Oh well, it's on and I am too lazy to exchange (especially since I had spare keys made for it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to watch the neighbors kids today so I wasn't able to do anything special but that's okay. I just kept myself busy doing odd jobs here and there around the house. I even cleaned my fish tank! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a package arrive today. I am semi disappointed because the color is WAY off. I ended up ordering the shoes that I wanted at Nordstroms a month or so ago. The ones with the pen mark and the snarky shoe salesman. GRRR. Anyways, I ordered them from Steve Madden directly and like I said I received them today. These are definitely not the same color as the ones from Nordstroms. This time I wanted the sweet light blush, but the blush pair I received is a dark brownish with a pinkish hue. 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I was crossing my fingers that the stylist wouldn't notice my split ends' split ends. I have known for some time that my hair needed to be trimmed bad. A couple months ago I did get a few inches cut off but it wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stylist noticed them right away and insisted that I cut at least 6 inches off. After a long back and forth I finally agreed to the cut. She says 6 inches, but I can swear that it was more like 8 inches. My hair is just between my shoulder blades now. This is the shortest I've had it in a long time. My hair does look 100% better health wise and texture wise, but I am going to miss my long locks. Hopefully it grows back quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I walked over to the mailbox to pick up today's mail. Just as I was reaching the mailbox I stumbled and just barely saved myself from falling flat on my ass. As soon as I had my footing I scanned the area to see if anyone had seen my comical stumble and other than a black car that drove past there was also a gardener working just across the street. OMG! I hope I was descent on the way down. After all that I look down to see what was the cause of my near fall and it was a stupid large piece of bark that had found its way onto the sidewalk. Ugh! I was so mad and embarrassed that I kicked the bark back into the planter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I received a phone call from one of my closest friends from high school. They are coming down to my area on Thursday and they wanted to know if we could meet for lunch. I agreed and so now I have new plans for that day. I was originally going to head out to Desert Premium Outlets and hit up the stores there but now I might just go ahead and do that tomorrow or Friday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to the bridal shower gift but they're registered at Bed bath and beyond so I can always just get it on my way out there Sunday and they gift wrap for free when you buy a registry gift in store so it will be easy peasy. Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, this is a scam. You buy a shower gift and then you buy a wedding gift. Hmm, they end up getting at least two gifts from everyone. I wish I had been brighter when we got married. We didn't have a shower, just the reception. Plus she has got people paying for everything. We dumb kids payed for almost everything on our own. My parents paid for the drinks, his parents paid for the pictures (Sears, which by the way lost our "roll" so we really don't have any wedding pics), Mr.man paid for the reception hall and chipped in a bit here and there and I paid for everything else. I emptied my bank account. I had a nice chunk of cash that I had been saving for a while for a new car thanks to my dad's super generous allowance and money my mom gave me for cleaning the house all the time plus my paychecks from my part-time job. Gone. Oh well, at least I can say I paid for my wedding and that I wasn't a mooch. I always joke around with Mr.man that I bought him. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces: New York and Company and F21&lt;br /&gt;Dress: H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Steve Madden&lt;br /&gt;Belt: F21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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It was all dusty and the mirrors were all streaky so it was well overdue for a clean-up. After I was done with that I proceeded to dust and clean my bedroom. While doing so I got a call from the school district. They were calling me so I could go pick up squishys winning artwork that had been hanging in their offices since last May. They just selected new winners this year so now the artwork was ready to go home. They had it professionally matted and put it in a nice frame for display. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went ahead and got dressed and headed out to pick up squishys "Bug". That was the name he gave it. "Bug". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_HmUTCYTaI/AAAAAAAABSI/fdJ5qGm2r0E/s1600/squishys+bug+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S_HmUTCYTaI/AAAAAAAABSI/fdJ5qGm2r0E/s320/squishys+bug+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472408258613890466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had the artwork safe in my trunk I decided to go to the vintage jewelry store. They have so many nice and beautiful things it's hard to narrow it down to a single piece. I did end up buying a few items. I was now ready to head home, purchases in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to get my hair dyed and I might just go and get my nails done as well. I have two parties to attend this weekend, one on Sat (which I am still iffy on if I'll attend since Mr.man is due to return that day) and the other on Sun. 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Was I going to be a present for someone? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this from her runway and I thought Oh, it is so pretty. Just look at the back of that dress! As you all know, bows, ruffles, flowers and anything shiny and sparkly are a magnet to me. They draw me in, make me blind and momentarily STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw it for sale online I ordered it so fast that I never really paid attention to the price tag. And oh, that price tag was insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dress arrived I had a kid put it away for me and never opened the package until MANY months later. By then it was far to late to return. I remember going through one of my much needed closet clean outs and finding the package stuffed on a shelf far in a corner. "What's this?" I thought as I pulled it out and opened it up. OMG! It was the Carolina Herrera dress purchased a year before. But what's this? The bows, they are not made out of fabric, they are made out of plastic! These look like actual factual bows you'd put on a gift. A GIFT!! When was I planning to wrap myself up and give myself away? Hadn't I already done so on my wedding day? (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it even worse was that it no longer fit me back then, so I couldn't even try it on. I was so upset, I hung it up in my closet and left it there kind of as a reminder to my stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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So today I am actually wearing real clothes. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all of last weeks drama and stress really kicked my immune systems butt. I really try not to stress out about things and I always try to follow the "In one ear, out the other" philosophy, but I just couldn't. So my health took a toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sick girl. I know I have made references here and there about my illness but I still don't like saying the word. I found out I had it April 07 and that and 08 were BAD years. I was given a steroid and I ballooned 60 POUNDS in two months and my health didn't improve. I stopped taking it and after a few months I was feeling a lot better and lost half of the extra weight (of which about 30 is still sticking around and refuses to go away). 2009 started off as a good year as I did get sick here and there but not to the excess of these past six months or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in denial as I have YET to tell anyone other than my kids, Mr.man and one of my sisters. I DON'T like talking about it, but I felt I should at least in a round about way tell you why I am always getting sick. I am hoping that one day I will be told "Just kidding!" and we all have a good laugh and life goes on without any more sickies. I don't doubt that I end up deleting this post later today full of remorse for even having posted it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, changing the subject now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going out later this afternoon as our refrigerator is bare as is our pantry. Seems no one else in this family (Hmmhm, Mr.Man) knows their way to a grocery store so it is up to me to do so. So now that my appetite is coming back I need FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to go out for a huge shopping spree this Sat. Fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I have been putting it off for far to long. I spent an hour and a half washing every nook and cranny and drying it completely. When I was done I was sore, tired and my hands were sliced. I always slice my hand up washing the inside of my wheels. I hate brake dust. UGH. After my shower I got ready for my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted some shrimp enchiladas. So I went to Acapulco for some. Towards the end of my meal I see a crowd of waiters and waitresses walk towards me. Then without warning they start singing Happy B-day TO ME! Yes, ME! I quickly look around the room for a familiar face or maybe even a camera because obviously someone was pulling a prank on me. I then start laughing hard when they say "happy birthday Panchita". When they finish their serenade I tell them that they had made a mistake as it wasn't my b-day nor was my name Panchita. They let me know that they sing Panchita to females and Panchito to males. They also said that a gentleman asked them to sing to me for my b-day. ??? I ask who and she said he'd already left. Curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they let me keep my dessert and when I had finished I sat...and waited....for my check. My waitress was nowhere to be found. I waited for at least 15 minutes and a busboy walked by and I asked him for a box. I was hoping that that would give a waiter a clue about my check. Nope. Another 5 or so minutes went by and finally a manager walks by. I flag him down and I ask for my check. He says okay and off he went. He then walks back to my table and informs me that my checks already been taken care of, even the tip. I look at him with a puzzled look and say "are you sure??" He assures me all is paid for and tells me have a good day. WEIRD. So off I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea what happened. Who sent me a birthday song and dessert and who took care of my check, even leaving a tip? WHO? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/codenameivy"&gt;Codename Ivy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dress: &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/product/30128"&gt;Vince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Baker's Darlene (&lt;a href="http://www.bakersshoes.com/product.aspx?c=296&amp;p=157300"&gt;now on clearance&lt;/a&gt;!! I hate when that happens)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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Today started off okay and easy breezy, but then at around 9:30 Mr.man called and needed a HUGE favor. So of course I was asked to accomplish said task for him. So I set off on the quest and I do him the favor. I get back home with just enough time to eat a quick snack and I finish the necklaces before I have to head out and get the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the boys had been picked up I was handed two essays that needed to be typed. Oh but these were not short little essays. These were super long and they took me a while to type since I was doing them on my regular laptop instead of the laptop in my shoe room or my PC upstairs. I had this one on my lap and so it was hard to copy over the reports since I had to hold them in my hand just to read them. Halfway through I just called a kid to just come dictate the report to me. Doing that helped me finish quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then noticed the time and I remembered that tonight is Baskin Robbins .31 cent scoop night and so I called the boys and off we went. We were almost to the front of the line so we didn't have to wait too long. I normally don't like ice cream. I don't crave it. Ever. However, when it comes to Baskin Robbins cherry jubilee I seem to forget my dislike for the cold cream concoction that people refer to as ice cream and just think, mmm... Cherries and a sugar cone. Yum yum. I know it's weird but whatever. It's like squishy hates mustard but yet he loves it in his sandwiches. See? Point made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got home and I was about to start dinner. I check the dishwasher for some tongs and what do I see? Dirty dishes! But wait, I had personally turned the machine on this morning when I noticed that the dishes were dirty. I was upset because I had clearly asked Kid 1 to turn it on last night before I went upstairs and he went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Kid 1 if he had turned the machine on last night. He said yes. Hmmm. Darn it, I think our machine is wanting to kick the bucket! It's only three years old and supposedly it was top of the line (so we were told by the builder when we upgraded all the appliances). I then washed every single dish that was not only in the dishwasher but the sink as well by hand. Not fun. NOT FUN AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards I finally started dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner there I go and wash all of the dishes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't seem like much, but to me it leaves me aching and makes all my bones pop. Crick crack creek. That's me with every movement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like tomorrow I will be spending it outdoors pulling weeds. It really upsets me that having three healthy strong boys not a one will pull weeds. I ask them to and they just make some noise of some sort and wander away. I have been asking them for a few weeks and yet nothing. I really need to get firmer and not do things for them if they can't be nice enough to do things for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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So I got up and pulled on some jeans and a sweater and drove them there. We were lucky as the line wasn't that long when we got there. However a short time later the line grew a lot. No big whoop for us as we were already in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast sandwich wasn't half bad. By the time we finished eating it was time to head for school. When we arrived I saw them setting up the tables for the catered breakfast from McDonald's and remembered that they were getting McDonald's every morning this week and the next at their school because of the STAR testing. I asked the boys why on earth did they make me take them to Subways if they were getting McDonald's anyways. They said because they love to eat. Haha :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I plan to alter a dress I bought at a vintage thrift store a while back. I like the print and the colors and I know this is the perfect "springy" dress. If and ONLY if I remove the puffy 3/4 sleeves (yuk). I really hope I can make it into a sleeveless. I have never taken a sewing class so when I mess around on my Handy dandy sewing machine I really am messing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fingers crossed and here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am wearing white. Umm, so far the stress level is mid grade and I am trying REALLY hard to not mess this dress up. So uh, I'll probably be starving and dehydrated in a few hours. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE***&lt;br /&gt;Kid 2 has just ruined my dress. He borrowed my paints to paint his project board. He comes near me, brush in hand, and accidentally smears green paint on me!!  UGH!! I cried. Really, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the completed project. I was able to convert it to a sleeveless and the result was good. I didn't mess up and I am proud of my self.  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I just need to find the ribbon again. As soon as I do so I will be putting them up for sale as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S9G_6ETqvQI/AAAAAAAABHg/rEug3Gqaz1E/s1600/diy+vera+wang+j+crew+look+a+like+nude+bow+2+side+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S9G_6ETqvQI/AAAAAAAABHg/rEug3Gqaz1E/s320/diy+vera+wang+j+crew+look+a+like+nude+bow+2+side+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463358827286674690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S9G_5juBsGI/AAAAAAAABHY/VfSv7XC6yMw/s1600/diy+vera+wang+j+crew+look+a+like+nude+bow+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S9G_5juBsGI/AAAAAAAABHY/VfSv7XC6yMw/s320/diy+vera+wang+j+crew+look+a+like+nude+bow+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463358818538860642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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I wanted the Steve Madden Caryssa Pump. I had been checking them out on the Steve madden website since they pre-order. I wanted them in a cocoa like color. You know, brownish. Well I ended up finding them at Nordstrom and several other sites in the color I was looking for. I click on the pic and the color name is Blush. However, blush is pink right? I look at the same shoe at Steve Maddens site and yup there they look pink. So again I go on the Nordstroms site and they look brown. I am so freakin confused I decided to just go and check them out in person. They had them in stock at my nearest Nordstroms so there I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw them I saw that they were indeed in pink. They still were not bad looking so I decided to get them anyways. I ask the salesman to hold a pair in my size and that I would be right back to try them on and purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I next went to F21 and I guess I am spoiled with my huge local store that this one was lacking and I just left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browse a few stores before entering H&amp;M. I found the Garden dress in BLUE!! Yes blue and it was quite lovely and it was in my size!! I next notice that there were 7 of them in the creme color. One was in my size. I was excited and decided I would purchase both. I found a few other items and headed straight for the fitting room. Of course I would try the garden dresses first right. I was so utterly disappointed as it was super tight around my boobs. They got flattened and that's not good. I tried the creme one on and had the same result. So I asked the attendant to get me the dress in the bigger sizes. I tried them on and they were better around my boobs but the dress then made me look 50lbs heavier. I was so depressed as the blue one.... Oh it was just lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I still left with two dresses and four tops. So not a total loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I next went back to Nordstroms and as soon as I walked in I was drawn in by a beautiful Marc Jacobs bag. In white. I tell myself, Ivy, you need a white bag. Really you do. So I grab it and find a mirror. Oh... It was wonderful. I then tell myself, Ivy, do you really need a white bag? You see how you get with white. You hyperventilate and are a wreck. Ugh. So I walk around the entire store, bag on my arm. Every time I passed a mirror I see my reflection and I love it. I swear security was probably following me around the whole time because of it. However finally I decided to just wait. I put it back and almost grabbed it and ran to the nearest register but I had self control. Yes I did and I am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I go back to the shoe department and I ask to try the shoes on. I try them on and they fit great. I then notice that the right shoe has not only a pen mark, but it was as if a sticky finger kid had gotten a hold of the shoe. It was damaged. I tell the guy to please get me another pair and he tells me it's his last one in my size and that this had been the display. So I show him why I wanted another pair and he says"It's suede so it's not going to look perfect." I tell him I know about suede, I do own lots of suede shoes. However, this is a pen mark. He then says "I don't think it's pen, there's no pens in the shoe dept." Are you freakin kidding me?? So then he goes and says let me clean it. So I wait 15 minutes while he cleans it and it drys. He comes out and says "the mark is gone. The shoe is perfect and looks like new."  He brings it back and there (although lighter) was the pen mark. Still there. Plus those little dark sticky like stains were also there. I tell him no. That shoe is damaged and he says It looks good and this is one of our best sellers so it will sell quick. So I get up and say, well sell it then, but I am not buying a damaged shoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave and I am miserable. I really wanted that shoe. I'll just order it online I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I stop off at Kohls and I find three more of those circle necklaces and I decided to buy them. I'll go get more chains and more ribbon and maybe I can sell them on Etsy or here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the new necklaces I made for myself last night. I wore the one in the first picture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EZiLAOaI/AAAAAAAABFw/zacR60QApoY/s1600/DSC04146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EZiLAOaI/AAAAAAAABFw/zacR60QApoY/s320/DSC04146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462730447228254626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EYwMScuI/AAAAAAAABFo/sClGol1qASM/s1600/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EYwMScuI/AAAAAAAABFo/sClGol1qASM/s320/DSC04145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462730433811870434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EYZdCetI/AAAAAAAABFg/rmPWzCn5IL8/s1600/DSC04144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S8-EYZdCetI/AAAAAAAABFg/rmPWzCn5IL8/s320/DSC04144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462730427708111570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coat: Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;Top: &lt;a href="http://www.6pm.com/kensie-pfmu4245-shantung-tank-black"&gt;Kensie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: &lt;a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446232868&amp;afsrc=1&amp;site_refer=GGLBASE001&amp;ci_src=14110944&amp;ci_sku=0843294405409"&gt;True Religion Billy Big T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Aldo Hendsbee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838co3WCSI/AAAAAAAABFA/pxEwHP188tI/s320/DSC04140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462299492006365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838cYVoO8I/AAAAAAAABE4/m2MZaWw5CJY/s1600/true+religion+stevie+jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838cYVoO8I/AAAAAAAABE4/m2MZaWw5CJY/s320/true+religion+stevie+jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462299487569984450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838b61quwI/AAAAAAAABEw/pSSIpsFBBUo/s1600/DSC04120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838b61quwI/AAAAAAAABEw/pSSIpsFBBUo/s320/DSC04120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462299479651302146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838bSdruSI/AAAAAAAABEo/cX2nIM2PQGg/s1600/DSC04125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0h1u5ivFPrE/S838bSdruSI/AAAAAAAABEo/cX2nIM2PQGg/s320/DSC04125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462299468813285666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wore them today. I also re-wore my chandelier necklace today but with out the layered necklace. I have to say it looks nice plain. I am loving it and the compliments I've gotten so far make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay home and do even more laundry. Who knew a family of five could produce so much freakin dirty clothes. It's madness. Especially since I am constantly washing the either clean clothes that they threw back into their hampers or clothing that hasn't fit them in years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this weekend I am going to go through the boys clothing a pull out everything that either doesn't fit them or they just don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just a short time ago Mr.man made a comment to the likes of "when we go to Vegas in August" in passing I asked "What do you mean when we go to Vegas in August???" He then tells me "I had already told you." To which I reply "When?" He goes "about two months ago" I then say "Uh, no. You commented on how your half sisters were considering going to Vegas for their b-day. Never once did you say-WE ARE GOING TO VEGAS. Never." Well wasn't I knocked to the floor when I also find out our rooms were already reserved. Plans made and I was utterly clueless thanks to Mr.man. He ALWAYS does things like this to me. He tells everyone in the whole freakin world but somehow omits me. Then since he's told a gazillion people he -in his mind- has told me as well. UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Cheapie from Marshall's (Heart Soul)&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: True Religion &lt;br /&gt;Shoes: &lt;a href="http://www.heels.com/womens-shoes/sabina-black-leather.html"&gt;Jessica Simpson Sabina &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bracelet: F21 (&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fbracelet&amp;product%5Fid=1068942383&amp;Page=all&amp;pgcount=25"&gt;Similar&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Necklace: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/codenameivy"&gt;Codename Ivy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;

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