<?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-21717043</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of Princess Limey</title><subtitle type='html'>The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.
-Frank Lloyd Wright</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-116283635089796129</id><published>2006-11-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T10:05:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/23Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/23Weeks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our family blog is under construction I thought I'd post my most recent picture here.  This picture was taken at 23 weeks, but now I'm 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-116283635089796129?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/116283635089796129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=116283635089796129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/116283635089796129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/116283635089796129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/11/23-weeks.html' title='23 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-115151182977623912</id><published>2006-06-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T09:23:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure that most of this is inaccurate other than my power color! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: April 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.&lt;br /&gt;Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.&lt;br /&gt;You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your thirst for adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Hot pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Figure eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-115151182977623912?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/115151182977623912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=115151182977623912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/115151182977623912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/115151182977623912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-115073860650657481</id><published>2006-06-19T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:36:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/Kyle%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/Kyle%20and%20me.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kyle and I celebrate our 2nd anniversary!  I know!  It blows my mind that it's actually been 2 years.  In so many ways it feels like yesterday and in other ways it feels like we've always been married.  Married life is awesome and we couldn't be happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-115073860650657481?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/115073860650657481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=115073860650657481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/115073860650657481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/115073860650657481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/06/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114962101879597508</id><published>2006-06-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:13:39.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman of Many Names</title><content type='html'>1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (middle name/ street you live on)&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Tenth (It stinks when you live on a numbered street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy)&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Lyndt (It's a kind of chocolate if you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)&lt;br /&gt;J. Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;Pink Giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Boise (that sounds terrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name)&lt;br /&gt;melrehfai  (cool name!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards)&lt;br /&gt;ecyoj grebher (if you can pronouce it, you win!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The", your favorite color, the automobile you or your parents drive)&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Verona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114962101879597508?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114962101879597508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114962101879597508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114962101879597508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114962101879597508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/06/woman-of-many-names.html' title='A Woman of Many Names'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114730128103397294</id><published>2006-05-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:48:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Happy Days</title><content type='html'>So, the weather has been beautiful in Portland for pretty much the last month.  We've had more sunshine than we know what to do with.  I planted some flowers and herbs and I've actually had to water them to keep them alive.  Imagine, in Oregon, having to actually &lt;em&gt;water&lt;/em&gt; your plants.  Any way, it's be delightful weather.  Of course, working inside 10 hours a day it kinda stinks, but I do get out for 30 min. during lunch time to go for a walk and I think my skin is catching some rays and isn't quite so pastey white.  And, being summer, it's light later, so I have time to be outside when I get home from work, too, so that is very nice.  My bonus 3 day weekend every weekend is a definate bonus so that I have 3 full days to be outside, it's wonderful.  I can hardly stand to do anything inside when t's so nice outside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114730128103397294?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114730128103397294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114730128103397294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114730128103397294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114730128103397294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunshine-and-happy-days.html' title='Sunshine and Happy Days'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114643930950923610</id><published>2006-04-30T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T16:34:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tickers</title><content type='html'>Just for your information: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisypath.com/pic/060501/568329a.jpg" alt="Daisypath Pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060619/3/2/-8/3.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisypath.com/pic/060501/58729dc.jpg" alt="Daisypath Pic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060904/1/0/-8/1.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these on a lazy Sunday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114643930950923610?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114643930950923610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114643930950923610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114643930950923610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114643930950923610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/04/tickers.html' title='Tickers'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114582909137405612</id><published>2006-04-23T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:51:31.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Friday was my 23rd birthday, and yes, I'm getting old.  What can I say?   It was a very good day, though. For my birthday lunch Kyle took me to ToDai, which is a Japanese restraunt and it was super yummy. Friday night we had a party with us and 6 friends.  It was a murder mystery dinner party.  The theme was Roman Ruins, so we all got to dress up in tunics and togas. We had a fabulous time and I must say a very good birthday.  Oh yeah, and Kyle bought me a yellow cake with bevarian cream filling and chocolate frosting. YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114582909137405612?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114582909137405612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114582909137405612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114582909137405612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114582909137405612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/04/23rd-birthday.html' title='23rd Birthday'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114556892069510823</id><published>2006-04-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:35:20.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Slacker</title><content type='html'>Okay, I feel like a real slacker because I haven't written anything in forever.  But, the truth is, I don't really have anything new to talk about!  So, this is just a quick blog entry to say sorry to all of my loyal fans and to let you know that hopefully, in the near future, I will have something interesting to write about.  But, in the mean time, this shall suffice.  I hope you are all doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114556892069510823?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114556892069510823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114556892069510823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114556892069510823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114556892069510823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/04/such-slacker.html' title='Such a Slacker'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114410575724537865</id><published>2006-04-03T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:09:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Green Frog!</title><content type='html'>So, I've been trying to figure out what to write about, I guess my life is boring, what can I say!?!  But, here's what you've been waiting for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am most like Kermit the Frog in a Muppet Personality Test!  Yes, I am a green happy-go-lucky frog.  Exciting, isn't it!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green.Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, couldn't get the picture to paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Muppet are you most like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114410575724537865?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114410575724537865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114410575724537865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114410575724537865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114410575724537865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-green-frog.html' title='I&apos;m a Green Frog!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114335414385032297</id><published>2006-03-25T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:22:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All a Matter of Choice</title><content type='html'>I find it truly amazing how quickly my body changes (ie. gains weight) without me really noticing.  I would say that 2 years ago I had a terrible self image of myself and thought I needed to lose weight.  But, when I try on a denim skirt that I wore back then and it doesn't fit now I find it kind of discouraging.  I knew that gradually the skirt was getting tighter and tighter and I stopped wearing it telling myself that soon enough, after I just get off these annoying 5 lbs., it will fit just like it used to.  Somehow, over 2 years have managed to go by and here I am still not fitting into that skirt (one of my favorite, I might add).   What happened!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember exactly what I used to look like, but I did think that I had thunder thighs.  Man alive, I must have been a stick with a six pack(I almost had one in late high school).  Why did I feel compeled to wear shorts and t-shirt over my swim suit?  I managed to skirt through 2 1/2 years of college without packing on the dreaded "freshman 15", but somewhere between my freshman year of college and now (4 1/2 years later) I have managed to put on at least 10, most of which I have gained since I got married almost 2 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 4-5 months, I have been dialoging over e-mail with my sister-in-law about how to lose weight, blah blah blah.  She hired a personal trainer and has been amazingly diligent in working out and eating better and has almost suceeded in reaching her goal.  Up until about 1 week ago I had seen zippo results and I was really discouraged.  For Lent I gave up most sweets (with the exception of 2 a week because without that I would die) because I knew that it would be something that would be difficult for me because, frankly, I have a bit of  a sweet tooth.  Last week, I really cracked down on myself and told myself that enough was enough.  Stop justifying the french fries and pick up the exercise regime no matter how tired and lazy I am.  Oddly enough, exercise actually gives me energy and I have been eating SOOOO well.  Tonight at Burger King I passed on the fries and got a side salad instead.  And, to tell you the truth, I didn't even miss them.  Not one little bit.  To satisfy my sweet tooth I've been eating fruit and it's WAY better for me!  So, all this is to say that from Tues. to Thurs. I dropped 3/4 of a pound, more weight loss than I've seen in 2 years.  Yippee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just amazed that the little choices I make can yield such a difference not only in the way that I view myself but also in the way that I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114335414385032297?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114335414385032297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114335414385032297' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114335414385032297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114335414385032297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-all-matter-of-choice.html' title='It&apos;s All a Matter of Choice'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114325043766286576</id><published>2006-03-24T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T17:33:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy this picture, Kyle almost got killed for taking this picture of stacked rocks.  The guy who was stacking them on public property practically demanded that Kyle pay him to take this pictures.  Greedy people and a funny story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goofiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20Anniversary%2C%20Camping%2C%20and%20Mosaic%20Graduation%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and I in San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114325043766286576?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114325043766286576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114325043766286576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114325043766286576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114325043766286576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-time.html' title='Photo Time!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114244658081025969</id><published>2006-03-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:16:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels Like We Moved in All Over Again!</title><content type='html'>Kyle and I finally finished the flooring in our living room, our walls are painted an awesome shade of green and I just finished staining our brand new entertainment center.  2 nights ago we officially moved furniture into our living room for the first time and it looks amazing!  Like something that could be straight out of Pottery Barn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've lived in our house for over 4 months now and really haven't had much of a living room.  We had a "make shift" living room set up in our den which served the purpose but it's kind of in the back of the house and we didn't spend much time in there other than to watch TV.  It is very strange actually having a living room &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; our living room in the middle of the house!  I walked in there the other day and was taken aback because it feels like we just moved in all over again.  It looks great and I'm so happy to have it set up, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also occured to me that we have hardly anybody over to our house since we moved in.  I think partially that was because we didn't have a living room and the house has been a disaster becuase we've been painting and installing flooring, etc.  But, I think the other part of it is selfish and I really wanted the house to be nice for when people saw it for the first time so that they didn't feel like we bought a dump.  I guess that that is vanity and for that I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114244658081025969?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114244658081025969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114244658081025969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114244658081025969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114244658081025969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/03/feels-like-we-moved-in-all-over-again.html' title='Feels Like We Moved in All Over Again!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114186786507405604</id><published>2006-03-08T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:31:05.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fruit Flush Detox"--Status: FAILED</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm kinda compulsive, maybe I'm just daring and willing to give anything a try.  My sister-in-law persuaded me to do a fruit flush detox this week to "clean out" our systems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Drink 6oz of protein shake every 2 hours. For dinner eat a salad with a small amount of chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 2 &amp; 3: Eat a serving (2 apples or 1 c. grapes etc.) every 2 hours. For dinner eat a salad with a 12 oz glass of protein shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of day 3 the goal is to be detoxed and have a completely reset system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on Monday and apparently the protein drink I chose just wasn't as good as Shelley's because I could hardly stomach the stuff and would feel gross for an hour afterwards.  I wasn't hungry, though and I think that that was the goal.  At dinner, I didn't cheat too badly, just a few croutons and a couple of potato chips that were tempting me.  Tuesday morning rolls around and I'm just extatic to be able to eat fruit all day.  I start with a banana, followed by a pear 2 hours later.  About 30 min. after eating the pear my stomach starts to churn.  I think to myself, "I can deal with this, just 1 1/2 more days."  I decide to eat something more "fiberful" and go for 2 oranges at my next serving.  At this point the acid from the oranges was giving me the worst stomach cramps.  2 hours later I couldn't bear to eat any more fruit for fear of what that might do to me!  So, I bought some Ritz crackers and ate those, thus ruining the "Fruit Flush".  But, calming my stomach a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, Kyle and are invited out to dinner, so we go to AppleBees and Kyle and I split some nachos and BBQ chicken wings.  Of course that upset my stomach because it was far harsher food than I had eaten in over a day and that made my stomach hurt even more.  So, I got home at 9 and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel much better having eaten a much more balanced diet of fiber and fruit and protein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelley, please, no more diets!  :-)  Is this the 2nd or 3rd we officially FAILED?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114186786507405604?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114186786507405604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114186786507405604' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114186786507405604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114186786507405604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/03/fruit-flush-detox-status-failed.html' title='&quot;Fruit Flush Detox&quot;--Status: FAILED'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114132472510987274</id><published>2006-03-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T10:38:45.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Engine??? You've Gotta be Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Our 2004 Suzuki Verona has been having lots of problems lately, I belive it's been in the shop 5 times in the last 4 months because the check engine light kept coming on.  Each time they said there either wasn't a problem or that it was just a small problem that would be fixed under warranty.  So, when the check engine light came on last Friday Kyle and I were sure it would be the same issue.  By Tuesday I hadn't heard anything from the dealership about the car so I called and Frank, the service manager (yes, we're on a first name basis), flippently said that they were waiting for the parts so that they could replace the enigne.  Say what!?!  A new engine!  You've gotta be bloomin' crazy!  The car is 2 years old!  Yep, a new engine it is.  Apparently there was oil leaking into the engine and lots of computer failure and stuff.  Of course the engine is covered under the warranty so we don't have to pay anything and they pay for a rental car while the car is in the shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this is terrible because what if the new engine does the same thing (I'm an optimist, can you tell?)  Everybody else I talk to thinks that this is great that it's getting a new engine and the car is going to run better and stuff.  But, I'm thinking but it's a two year old car that needs a new engine!  Personally, Kyle and I don't want to keep the car because we don't trust it.  We bought a newer car so that it would be more reliable and instead it's proved completely the opposite.  So, who knows what will happen.  In the mean time, I'll just enjoy driving my little pinto rental car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114132472510987274?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114132472510987274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114132472510987274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114132472510987274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114132472510987274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-engine-youve-gotta-be-crazy.html' title='A New Engine??? You&apos;ve Gotta be Crazy!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114115197618973215</id><published>2006-02-28T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:39:39.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Windows</title><content type='html'>I had an extremely terrifying thing happen today. I was driving to work at 7am and it was raining pretty hard. I was talking to my mom on the phone like I usually do on my way to work when all of the sudden this car passes me on the left and I hear an incredible noise. I looked over at my driver's side door window and it was completely shattered. Let me point out when I say "my", I say this loosely, my car is actually in the shop and I was driving a loaner car from the dealership. Any way, no joke, my window is shattered into a million little pieces and there is glass everywhere. I pull over to the shoulder, I'm shaking like nothing else and I start bawling. It was truly the most terrifying experience of my life. My told me to call 911 and report the incident, so I do, only to find out that they will file a case number and that's it, they won't even send anybody out to assist me. So, carefully I knock out as much of the glass I can so it doesn't hit me in the face as I drive and I drive the car over to the dealership. The guy there set me up with a rental car, Kyle met me up there and we went to breakfast to calm my anxiousness. Thankfully, I'm fine, I didn't even get a single cut or scratch. The moral of the story? Dont' let rocks hit you! This is my second time in 2 1/2 months! Come on, don't let me have all the fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114115197618973215?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114115197618973215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114115197618973215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114115197618973215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114115197618973215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/shattered-windows.html' title='Shattered Windows'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114083845425074299</id><published>2006-02-24T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:49:11.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our new house.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20New%20House%2C%20Puppy%2C%20and%20Job%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20New%20House%2C%20Puppy%2C%20and%20Job%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our puppy, Faile, back when she was tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20New%20House%2C%20Puppy%2C%20and%20Job%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20New%20House%2C%20Puppy%2C%20and%20Job%20004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our cute kitty, Rand, when he was just a little tyke.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/2005%20-%20Rand%20%26%20the%20Seattle%20Disaster%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/2005%20-%20Rand%20%26%20the%20Seattle%20Disaster%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite pictures of Kyle and me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6448/2199/320/1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114083845425074299?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114083845425074299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114083845425074299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114083845425074299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114083845425074299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-114054661434117449</id><published>2006-02-21T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:30:14.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule Follower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I've gotta admit that I am rule follower.  Growing up I rarely got into trouble and if I did I was always devistated.  I distinctly remember my older brother, Kevin, and I being in a fight one day and him yelling at me "Emily, why don't you do something wrong for once!  Why don't you ever get into trouble!?!"  Wow, now that's rational.  Now, I'm not saying that I never got into trouble, but it was definatly a rare occasion.  I really don't understand why anyone would want to break rules and run the risk of getting into trouble.  I guess that's why I'm not a risk taker either.  I like to enforce rules because I want rules to be followed, but I don't like being the "bad guy" the one that ruins everybody's fun.  See the dilemma that I'm faced with?  I don't want to be an uptight youth leader that isn't any fun, but I also don't want to be the kind of youth leader breaks all the rules.  Is there a happy medium?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-114054661434117449?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/114054661434117449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=114054661434117449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114054661434117449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/114054661434117449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/rule-follower.html' title='Rule Follower'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-113985053190795052</id><published>2006-02-13T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:08:51.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Vocabulary Word.....Yardwork</title><content type='html'>Oh, the joys of owning a house.  I must say that keeping a 3 bedroom, 1650 sq. foot house clean is quite the task.  Add to that a 10,000 square foot lot and that equals quite the amount of yard work.  It might not be quite as difficult had the yard been nice and well-maintained prior to us purchasing the house, but the yard is a disaster.  The grass can hardly be called grass, it's either patches of mud or patches of green weeds (some even have little purple flowers, how sweet).  I used to help my parents with yardwork some growing up, but there's something about having your own yard.  I think I care about what it looks like (or &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; look like) because that's the first thing people see and it has to show something about who are.  A clean tidy yard shows that you have life put together.  I am admitting that it's definatly a pride issue, but you don't really think you'll feel this way until you have your first yard and then *wham-o* instant pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-113985053190795052?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/113985053190795052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=113985053190795052' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113985053190795052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113985053190795052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-vocabulary-wordyardwork.html' title='New Vocabulary Word.....Yardwork'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-113953211278685673</id><published>2006-02-09T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:41:52.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Taking a Sick Day - ironically, on my day off</title><content type='html'>What do most people do on a "sick day"?  Now, I'm talking about the &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; sick.  Not the pretenders who call in sick just for a day off.  Well, I know that when I'm home sick, I generally sit around in my pajamas, watch movies and sleep.  Although, that usually sounds like fun, when you're sick you don't really get to fully enjoy it because you feel miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, I'm "calling in sick".  The truly ironic thing is that I have every Friday off any way &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I'm not really sick at all.  I feel extremely healthy excecpt for the minor fatigue that comes at the end of a work week.  Most every weekend before and since we've moved has been packed with projects and what feels like non-stop work.  So, I've decided that I'm going to take a "sick day" and do what people do when they're sick (keeping in mind of course that I'm not).  I'm going to sleep in, I'm going to shower late, I'm going to wear my PJ's for the most of the day and I'm going to lay around and maybe watch movies, read and take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have anybody to call in sick to because I don't have to work, I decided I'd just call Molly so it actually felt like I was calling in sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-113953211278685673?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/113953211278685673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=113953211278685673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113953211278685673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113953211278685673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-taking-sick-day-ironically-on-my.html' title='I&apos;m Taking a Sick Day - ironically, on my day off'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-113890120857544875</id><published>2006-02-02T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:28:27.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, the Pressure!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've talked about this with friends, so I know I'm not the only one and let's just say I'm feeling it even more today. What pressure you might ask? Well, the pressure of having a clean, tidy home. Not only just having a clean, tidy home all of the time, but one of having a clean, tidy home when your mom is coming to visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, Kyle and I bought a house and moved in about 3 months ago. Most people would think that 3 months would be plenty of time to be completely moved in and settled. Unfortunately, the inside of the house has had to be completely repainted, so it's being taking a while to get that done which means it's taking awhile to get settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom is coming to visit this weekend and I've been trying so hard to get the house "mother approved" and well, I haven't completely succeeded. Kyle and I are both so busy with work and all that I just haven't had the needed time to invest in cleaning my kitchen and tidying up my table that has been overtaken with papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've failed! Like I've let my mom down. She taught me better than this! Of course, my living room is still in painting process, so that that is excusable. But the rest of the house? Unacceptable. I did make sure that the spare bedroom was clean and tidy as well as the bathroom. So, I guess that has to account for something, right! Of course, I warned my mom this morning that she might be disappointed and in return she says, "Emily, you can live however you want to live." Ouch. This isn't how I want to live! I just feel like I don't have the time or energy to live the way I want to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my vent for the day. I'm sure my mom will forgive me and I'm sure I'm being way too hard on myself....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-113890120857544875?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/113890120857544875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=113890120857544875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113890120857544875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113890120857544875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-pressure.html' title='Oh, the Pressure!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-113866898067978065</id><published>2006-01-30T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:56:20.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Info You Don't Care About</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I bet you're thinking, "2 blog entries in one day!?! Unbelievable!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I have a some useless facts for the day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have made approximately 55 phone calls today at work.  That is pretty typical for me, I had just never counted before and thought I would today.  That's just outbound calls, that not counting incoming calls which I've answered more than 20 of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I have had 4 comments on the traffic today.  The most I've ever had is 10 in one day.  31 comments in 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-113866898067978065?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/113866898067978065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=113866898067978065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113866898067978065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113866898067978065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/01/pointless-info-you-dont-care-about.html' title='Pointless Info You Don&apos;t Care About'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21717043.post-113864804972530186</id><published>2006-01-30T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:07:29.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog!!!  Will I update is the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, this is my second attmept at a blog.  So, let's see if we can keep it updated frequently enough so I don't get booted to the "stagnant blog" lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think that the thing about blogs that weirds me out a little is that it almost seems like it's a journal entry and I've never let anybody read my journal before.  Obviously, I won't share everything down to the depths of my soul, but still, it weirds me out a little.  I'm sure it will become much more natural as time progresses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21717043-113864804972530186?l=princesslimey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/feeds/113864804972530186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21717043&amp;postID=113864804972530186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113864804972530186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21717043/posts/default/113864804972530186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesslimey.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-blog-will-i-update-is-question.html' title='I have a blog!!!  Will I update is the question...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18171280867928400312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
