<?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-20039112</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:03:39.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's series of uneventful...events</title><subtitle type='html'>Just an account of my sad little life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-3212962910388288293</id><published>2009-07-12T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:03:36.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something recent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Perhaps it was the fact that I was not looking that made it a very good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was feeling better, waking up earlier, having more energy and being content with my life. It had been a long time since I took a breath and felt satisfied with the air around me. That feeling was what I missed most. And it was back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was independent again. I was no longer trapped in the vice that was myself.&lt;br /&gt;As far as love was concerned I understood it, I felt it. It was different every time...different with every person. I hadn't found the profound love that lasted forever. I wanted to, but it was happening yet, and I needed to focus on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So here I was on a plane by myself flying to some the best friends I knew. It was their senior year of college, not mine unfortunately. But I was content. I was branching out, trying things out of my norm. When I arrived there were 2 guests I knew little about in our group. 2 male guests. One was...well to put this nicely not one I would ever be attracted to, but still a blast to be around. The other was more quiet, equally fun, but he was much more like me...content with his surroundings and enjoyed where he was at that time. It was these attributes that attracted me to him most. At first my fondness for him was a friendly one. He would stay up late with me, watching ridiculous faux reality shows, making fun, enjoying my company as much as I enjoyed his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He and I had a mutual close friend. Kristina. Kristina was very likeable, the most outgoing person I have ever known. She was also a little meddler...in a harmless way. She told me all about his past relationship that he had just been released from. Sounded very reminiscent of the one I ended just 10 months prior. She wanted me to help....revive him again....show him, as she put it..."what it was like to be around a cool girl." I was flattered. She was very observant and she saw me how I always wanted to be seen...and she spoke the truth...which made me love her even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The more time he and I spent together the more I realized my fondness was growing. I did not expect to have feelings for him...nor was a really suppose to develop them. At first I thought he was trouble...until it became evident that he felt the same. Was it too soon? He had only been alone for six weeks by now...for the first time in three years. I started to love every minute with him. I had found someone who just enjoyed relaxing, enjoyed the small things, someone who taught me something new every day. I loved that we could take walks, enjoying the surroundings without filling every silence we encountered. He was...easy to be around...no muss, no fuss. We talked every day, we laid on couches and just looked at each other smiling, jesting, caressing. He was so passionate, and gentle and it was so evident he cared.  Then graduation came and he left for the summer, only to return in the fall. I missed him every day...I didn't love him yet...but the possibility was there for the future, and I liked that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;All of the guys that had shown interest in the last year were so...unoriginal. Sure, they were great....i'm sure I would have been satisfied....but they just didn't have that...zsa zsa zsu. The spark. The umph...the thing. They weren't enough to hold my interest for a long time. That was my problem of late. But I stopped looking for someone, and here he was on a silver platter...so unexpected and so...right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Although the future is uncertain I am fairly confident I have found someone to stand still with me. The person who looks at me with those electric blue eyes and gives me a jolt. The person who understands me. It may not be forever, It may not now be love...but it is something I am willing to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-3212962910388288293?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/3212962910388288293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=3212962910388288293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3212962910388288293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3212962910388288293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-recent.html' title='something recent'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-621107687114215063</id><published>2008-11-27T00:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:36:35.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;So this is totally random, but here would have been my picks for the ladies of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Now, after seeing the movie, i love who they cast, and i'm a little more convinced. But I still think these girls look the part...even if their acting sucks. =) I was pretty please with Bella, so I won't change her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Rosalie:&lt;br /&gt;My Pick (again, going on looks only here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46uc4uCdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rTtkET1FvYE/s1600-h/bsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46uc4uCdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rTtkET1FvYE/s320/bsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273216783399913938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight's Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS49VXUmk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/pM4gSXp52l8/s1600-h/rose.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS49VXUmk-I/AAAAAAAAABE/pM4gSXp52l8/s320/rose.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273219650944406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;For Alice: (i'm actually really happy with the alice chosen, but alice is my fav character, so ya know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My Half-hearted pick (because no one is good enough to play Alice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46X6ue8oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eVI32T8P8hc/s1600-h/jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46X6ue8oI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eVI32T8P8hc/s320/jess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273216396273054338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Twilight Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS4-rqMxdDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LwkRZ454cao/s1600-h/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS4-rqMxdDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LwkRZ454cao/s320/alice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273221133480588338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;And for Esme...maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46kTaRdII/AAAAAAAAAA0/jnx1A9JB0DE/s1600-h/esme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46kTaRdII/AAAAAAAAAA0/jnx1A9JB0DE/s320/esme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273216609057600642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Pick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS4_JdgRmBI/AAAAAAAAABU/-3_7F9h9Xis/s1600-h/esme1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS4_JdgRmBI/AAAAAAAAABU/-3_7F9h9Xis/s320/esme1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273221645468801042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-621107687114215063?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/621107687114215063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=621107687114215063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/621107687114215063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/621107687114215063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2D-4XPkpY8/SS46uc4uCdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rTtkET1FvYE/s72-c/bsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-1602393700755396545</id><published>2008-07-23T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:06:11.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update...for all of those on the edge of your seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My word has it been a long time!!!&lt;br /&gt;not much has been happening my way, which I think I say every new post with a 6 month or more span.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok though, Kimie is slacking far more than myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get right down to business...&lt;br /&gt;I started my first nursing clinical...geriatrics. I got to go scrub shopping...Grey's Anatomy scrubs which fit amazing. I also bought my first stethoscope...and it made me happy. Clemson Orange Littman Stethoscope. weeee! I thought I would despise clinical - it being old people and all, but it turns out I fell in love with the people...something I had not anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day and I am going to miss it. Thanks to my ridiculously gappy (that's right I said it) schedule I'll have some time to run over to NHC (the nursing facility) and say hey to all my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading an embarrassing book for teenagers - Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;It seems the entire world is enamored by this series....and there's no mystery why.&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen may be the hottest thing since...a toaster...or something else that's extremely hot.&lt;br /&gt;OK lava...that's deathly hot.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse I have turned Kimie onto the series and my cousin. Poor thing...only fifteen and will begin to have false pretenses....because no man is like Edward Cullen....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, go out and grab a copy.&lt;br /&gt;there are four books to the series (Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse)...the fourth (Breaking Dawn) coming out this August...the second to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;so to sum it up...first nursing clinical...a success....&lt;br /&gt;new teen book makes me randy.&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways time for bed because this girlfriend has been up since five am.&lt;br /&gt;i don't do five a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-1602393700755396545?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/1602393700755396545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=1602393700755396545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1602393700755396545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1602393700755396545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-updatefor-all-of-those-on-edge-of.html' title='quick update...for all of those on the edge of your seat'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-3495743148138244774</id><published>2007-12-13T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:30:14.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So with the holidays coming up...that's exactly what's been on my mind. That and the plain weirdness of some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture a large white haired fat man trying to get your children to sit on their lap...what about that sounds right to parents...and why are they going for it when it's santa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, old Jim from across the street would like our children to come over and sit on his lap..he wants us to take pictures"&lt;br /&gt;"ABSOLUETLY NOT! NOT THAT CRAZY OLD MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to be dressed up like santa"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well in that case..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously...why are parents going for this...expecially in today's particularly sick world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Easter Bunny....who's he kidding? What does he do exactly and how the hell did he make the cut for Easter??? So many other things would make more sense....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowman has managed to edge his way into Christmas...how many people have the privelige to make a snowman on Christmas anyhow?? Not anyone from here...especially with it being 80 degrees and sunny today. bullshit i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaanyways, exams are done, my christmas shopping is close to being done....just so you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-3495743148138244774?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/3495743148138244774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=3495743148138244774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3495743148138244774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3495743148138244774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-with-holidays-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-1707867091574537571</id><published>2007-06-12T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:32:32.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd place is the worst place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;No matter how hard you can try at something being 2nd best is about the worst, especially when giving 103%. Because even though people may say you aren't 2nd best, actions always speak louder than words, and boy do they hurt too. There are alot of things in my life that I have felt only 2nd best, and it sucks...but maybe I'm not the type of person that can be 1st in everything, and being this competitive leaves me frustrated with such situations. In the end it sucks, and breaks my heart a little, but then again I guess I am definitely 1st where it counts, maybe I should stop giving 100% to everything where acheiving number 1 isn't going to happen. But I can't do that...it's simply not me...no no I have to live frustrated. Why are there things I just can't let go and why can't the red ribbon look just as good as the blue one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-1707867091574537571?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/1707867091574537571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=1707867091574537571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1707867091574537571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1707867091574537571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-place-is-worst-place.html' title='2nd place is the worst place'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-1323193655518353728</id><published>2007-06-08T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:36:47.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So according to reliable sources...the 'Diva Dish'...or as Josh likes to call it, the 'Disco Diva'...anyways, I have caught word that Isaiah Washington has been fired from Grey's Anatomy and will not be returning for Season 4. And I would just like to say Good Riddance. Of all the characters he is certainly one of my least favorite...my least favorite being Callie. Get rid of her too while you're at it! The last straw for me was the season 3 finale. He left Christina. Bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-1323193655518353728?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/1323193655518353728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=1323193655518353728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1323193655518353728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/1323193655518353728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-4227206451009209890</id><published>2007-06-06T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:46:02.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So I'm a firm believer in what goes around comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Have you ever hurt someone and beaten yourself up about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I had an interesting insight on this today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;What if the person you hurt had spent so much of their time hurting other people that they were bound to get what they deserve, so instead of feeling crappy...or in my case letting them bully you into feeling crappy...reflect on all the crap they may have pulled and say hey, maybe they deserved it. And I'm not trying to say I go around screwing people over, I mean, I'm not that cruel...but sometimes it happens. Then again I am cruel...I'm just openly cruel, and I admit when I do cruel things. I like to think I can keep cruel people in check...with...cruelty...ok i'm gonna go on that note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-4227206451009209890?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/4227206451009209890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=4227206451009209890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/4227206451009209890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/4227206451009209890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/06/ok.html' title='ok...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-4073736534339184209</id><published>2007-05-24T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:58:03.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the time you are young there is always this push to grow up and get married. Even when you’re in high school and you have a ‘high school sweetheart’ there’s all this “are you guys serious?” and that “will you end up together?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me I knew the answers to this right off the bat with my first relationship…No and No. There’s always your first long term relationship which is your learning experience…well I take that back ALL relationships are learning experiences…trust me. You learn the good and bad…which will be another blog I have in the works…stay tuned for that one. Also, let me enter a side note here that I don't claim to be a relationship expert...just the opposite actually..ok GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a high school relationship in this day and time is what I consider to be ‘expiration dating’ anyway. There’s college and you more than likely move away from each other, there’s the big-nosed skanks who sleep with your boyfriend, there’s the “I need to be myself for a while” and the “I think we should go on a break” and all that jazz. Between myself and my close band of 5 or so girls, we have seen each other through all the high school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the more mature boyfriend….when I say mature I use the term loosely. Older is perhaps what I meant =) I’m just kidding, there is nothing wrong with dating older guys…I do it all the time. But dating someone so much older when you don’t get along? Well that’s quite another story. He could be a perfect guy…just not perfect for you, which is what I ran into. Those are always hard because some things can click so well, but the important things…those just didn’t click. And I believe God put a few people on this earth you are compatible with…there’s not just that one person…and that goes both ways…he also didn’t mean for you to date just anyone either. Someone who isn’t right for you is perfect for someone else….and that’s just how it goes. The only thing wrong with a much older guy is that their life is in a completely different stage…at this point I mean. Don’t get me wrong, marriage is for me…just not now…and never to the wrong person. I think that may be the biggest mistake people can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my last point…mistakes. Some relationships can be just that. A mistake…those are the ones you tried very hard not to label as a relationship. The ones that thought they knew you so well…and like I’ve said before, if they did…they would have known how truly unhappy and trapped you felt. The ones that you’re not quite sure why or how they happened…but you know you don’t want anything like that again…and at least if you want to see the silver lining you can throw in that “L” word we’ve been discussing…Learning. At least you damn well learned something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the opposite of mistakes, which is where I find myself in this point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself with the person who finishes my sentences…steals the words right out of my mouth as I go to say them. Someone who never fights with me…which for me is no easy task. Anyone who knows me also knows I’m not easy to get along with…I’m a stubborn ass and also quite cruel at times. So for me to find someone that I haven’t so much as argued with or even really been pissed off at in almost 6 months is…amazing. I’ve found someone to quote movies with me, Eat sushi with me, surprise me with presents…which embarrasses me but whatever. So when people ever ask “are you guys serious?” and “will you end up together?” I can say with confidence…yes and yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-4073736534339184209?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/4073736534339184209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=4073736534339184209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/4073736534339184209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/4073736534339184209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/05/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-3774273647226942159</id><published>2007-05-24T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T13:15:10.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok...so the last time I wrote it was pretty much all that doom and gloom bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fine, well no scratch that...much better than fine, pretty much perfect with the exception of a few minor details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up always sucks, blah blah blah but you can't see how good it is for you until you are out of it. Once out, you see all these new possibilities, and you have plenty of time to reflect on your mistakes and learn from them...which I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of growing up I suppose...look at me! I'm growing. aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a 'best friend' to a foreign country is actaully a blessing in disguise. Because if that friend knew you half as well as they thought...they would have known how really unhappy you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I've learned alot...it feels like a roller coaster that is actually starting to come to a stop. My life needs a standstill pretty soon actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog I have moved into my apt. in Greenville, made it all cute, had a terrible semester in school, started dating the best friend I've ever had, eaten alot of sushi, and made some plans. I'll fill you in on said plans later. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-3774273647226942159?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/3774273647226942159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=3774273647226942159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3774273647226942159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/3774273647226942159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2007/05/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116676629611006164</id><published>2006-12-22T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:37:19.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh aaaand....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Oh, I totally forgot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I am officially Hypoglycemic...I mean we always suspected, but as of this morning it is confirmed by a medical professional. So Kimie can stop griping about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought buying a blood glucose meter thingy would be such a pain...but it is...this one or that one? how much are the strips for that one? Is it cheaper in the long run? What's going on? Why is my voice so high?...right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and with all the depressing break up talk I forgot the fact that I move into my apartment in about 11 days!!&lt;br /&gt;January 2nd I move into my new, beautiful Greenville apartment. I will post pics when I am settled in and all cozy. My room will be grand..I can tell you that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now it really is off to bed with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116676629611006164?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116676629611006164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116676629611006164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116676629611006164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116676629611006164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-aaaand.html' title='oh aaaand....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116676556285511678</id><published>2006-12-22T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:37:28.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pull my hair out. my effing hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So here's a doozy. I have myself experienced said doozy in the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that breaking up sucks...let's face it..it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;There's that paranoia time period from both sides, this jealousy, but you both know it's not righteous jealousy...although when is jealousy righteous? Anyways, there's that whole crap where you are terrified the other has moved on before you have...that nagging feeling, those accusations that the other is dating someone else...the funny thing is when you are accused of such things, but there are no feelings for anyone (because you simply can't stomach having another relationship at the moment, and you're still pining for the last one, so you cut off such feelings...or something like that) but anyways there are definitely no feelings for those you are accused of, in fact they are a great friend, or just an acquaintance, a classmate, etc. and you can't do anything except laugh to yourself...because you know exactly...how...they...feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the worst parts of this breaking up stuff...now no one said that was the worst...certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the whole...I want them to be happy...but I want them to be happy with ME...well that's selfish, all this was your fault, self. I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND not to mention the overwhelming man pool out there. And the smarmy ones. yuck....who needs 'em. I don't trust Greenville guys, that's for sure. One word..smarmy and just all around ick. You can just tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, past a musing that's been brewing for some weeks now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about when one of your best friends moves to Indonesia?...that's always fun...makes you feel alone again...great.&lt;br /&gt;How about when you try to make amends with someone and try to hang out start over fresh and they won't speak to you...great.&lt;br /&gt;How about Christmas only 3 days away and the Christmas spirit?...well it's away as well. great.&lt;br /&gt;How about J.K. Rowling naming her 7th book?...that actaully is GREAT! best news all day....probably the only good news all day.&lt;br /&gt;How about all the sleep you're not getting because you're writing this blog...yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy Birthday blog....one year of ranting. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116676556285511678?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116676556285511678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116676556285511678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116676556285511678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116676556285511678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/12/pull-my-hair-out-my-effing-hair.html' title='pull my hair out. my effing hair.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116502279585124553</id><published>2006-12-01T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:37:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said life was fair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Pain, according to Wikipedia &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;: "Pain is an unpleasant sensation, ranging in intensity from slight through severe to indescribable. Sharp, throbbing, dull, nauseating, burning and shooting are among the qualities that pain can be experieced to have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So ok, humans are engineered to feel pain. It's in us, we cant escape it. There are ways to delay the pain, there's always morphine...to completely numb the pain and make you temporarily unaware of it, but, it's always in the back of your mind, and it's always back again once the morphine's gone. There's your standard Tylenol, to dull the pain...it's still there but it's not so in your face. There's all types of way to try and forget pain, to put it on hold. Morphine and Tylenol can be like the people in your life, but in the end, it's always there and the only remedy - is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116502279585124553?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116502279585124553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116502279585124553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116502279585124553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116502279585124553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoever-said-life-was-fair.html' title='Whoever said life was fair?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116474909489822883</id><published>2006-11-28T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:37:38.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming..yay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok so wow...its been a while...two holidays have already passed...well that is IF you can call halloween a holiday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Speaking of holiadys aren't they suppose to be all magical and make everyone happy? Well then what is wrong with me this year. I love Christmas, I'm practically Mrs. Christmas...so why is it this year that I'm not excited like I usually am? Could it be the added stress of school? Or the fact that it's 80 degrees outside? Or maybe even the fact that the Clemson game ruined Christmas...but it's cool we're not talking about that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who knows. either way...it doesn't feel like the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although being surrounded by people that somehow hate your guts doesn't help either. I especially like that part...it's my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stephanie works the night shift...and she will also stop talking in 3rd person now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's actually really nice, I have peace and quiet to work in...the only scarry thing is walking to my car where i'm out there for rapists, muggers and murders to see....that's...nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, back to work, just thought I would post since it's been a good....2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a bright time it's the right time to rock the night away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jingle bell time, it's a swell time...to go riding in a one horse sleigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;...OH and I'm already tired of that damn Christmas Shoes song...I can't stand it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116474909489822883?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116474909489822883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116474909489822883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116474909489822883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116474909489822883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-is-comingyay.html' title='Christmas is coming..yay...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116061562434861669</id><published>2006-10-11T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:38:05.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assistant TO the Regional Manager</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/to.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This just out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/to.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;AND it's fabulous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I heart Pam and Jim. Why can't all guys be blantantly adorable as Jim??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116061562434861669?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116061562434861669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116061562434861669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116061562434861669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116061562434861669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/10/assistant-to-regional-manager.html' title='Assistant TO the Regional Manager'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-116061530462880160</id><published>2006-10-11T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:38:25.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough cough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So thanks to dadgum Kimie I am sick as a friggin' dog. I have my informative speech tomorrow which has to go well regardless of if I have a voice or not. Our emotional rollercoaster of a teacher wants to withdraw people for unknown reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;BUT the Clemson game is tomorrow! ...although so is Grey's Anatomy and The Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Grey's is getting good!! Meredith must choose Mcdreamy...it's just the only logical reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;...P.S- boys are stupid...throw stuff at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-116061530462880160?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/116061530462880160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=116061530462880160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116061530462880160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/116061530462880160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/10/cough-cough-cough.html' title='cough cough cough'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115914999429418098</id><published>2006-09-24T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:06:34.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awwww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So tonight I went to Snake and Amanda's for a couple of hours and held their 3-week old baby, McKenzie Grace Wade. She was SO precious!! I just held her for hours. It really made me that much more sure that I want to be a neonatal nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115914999429418098?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115914999429418098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115914999429418098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115914999429418098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115914999429418098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/09/awwww.html' title='awwww'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115862265063383903</id><published>2006-09-18T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:37:44.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I hate voicemail. I hate checking on my own cell phone and house phone. just text me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115862265063383903?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115862265063383903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115862265063383903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115862265063383903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115862265063383903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-voicemail.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115854843967823690</id><published>2006-09-17T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:00:39.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have just found out that I may be able to study abroad for 2 weeks next fall in Germany! YAY! I'll elaborate later...actually that just made me think...I hope it doesn't conflict with my nursing clinicals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My room and bathroom are 100% complete and I have pics coming soon!&lt;/span&gt; Marvel at my decorating skills.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115854843967823690?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115854843967823690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115854843967823690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115854843967823690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115854843967823690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-more-things.html' title='2 more things...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115854831653890022</id><published>2006-09-17T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:11:05.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>high risk what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my becoming an RN has been in the works for a little while now. Hope to start this whole this this summer or fall. But, just today I was looking through the classes post RN-to specialize. The only one that really caught my eye was High Risk Pregnancy. I plann on taking that one class the summer after I graduate from gville tech and before I start Clemson's BSN program. I plan to specialize as a NICU nurse/high risk pregnancy. The only thing I'm a little scared of with the whole NICU is the meds. Even though the doctors would be making the mistakes as far as the prescription...I am held liable if I give the patient the meds, which I wouldn't do if I felt it was the wrong dosage....so that could get iffy. But anyways, I'm excited about all these decisions I've had to make...well only the ones that involve school. The ones that involve personal issues...not so much. When I told my mom about wanting to go into the high risk pregnancy post RN class...she said: "Oh gah, that's just gonna be all about sex." huh? Yea, she thought I meant like unprotected sex is high risk for pregnancy...just so we're clear...the class I'm talking about involves multiple births ie: twins, triplets, ETC. so moving right along!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much much better note..look what I got!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/ga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already watched the whole thing and am starting over. Season 3 premieres this Thursday and I couldn't be more excited. Why can't ALL men be like Mcdreamy????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Terminology has hit an all time...boring chapter. We're in bones...which out of the entire semester...to me..is the most boring. Next is cardio, which should be fun. Acutally once I get past this bones chapter, the rest is fun. Not sure why I'm not enjoying bones...but I'm really, really not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So to sum it up: high risk pregnancy class isn't about which ways of sex are high risk FOR pregnancy, I love Grey's Anatomy and can't wait for season 3...and I don't like bones...well studying bones. I happen to like my bones very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115854831653890022?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115854831653890022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115854831653890022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115854831653890022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115854831653890022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/09/high-risk-what.html' title='high risk what?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115742846564394713</id><published>2006-09-04T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:54:25.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So, I'm almost 19! Any words of wisdom? No, not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It doesn't really feel like my birthday, maybe because we haven't done the whole girls' night thing. But it's cool....that's comin up this Friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm watching a great show-Bridezillas...it's not the funniest ones, because it's from the 1st season.  Anything over $13-15,000 for a wedding...really freaking ridiculous...spending $50-100,000....these people should be shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm working on a crosswords puzzle, which I suck at...not even sure why I'm trying to bother. Let's just say this thing made me pronounce "scales" wrong.   ....Yea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, well I'm going to bed now. Night!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115742846564394713?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115742846564394713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115742846564394713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115742846564394713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115742846564394713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115696633484645945</id><published>2006-08-30T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:32:37.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Some idiot at Greenville Tech parked wrong...well he MADE himself a parking place. I grazed his car with my side mirror...woops! His car was white, mine is dark green. hahaha. ok sorry. So note to self-never make my own parking place. Although...I THINK he made himself a park place....regardless he was crooked...insanely crooked on the parking place...so I feel no remorse...well a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note...well not lighter...I bit my tongue and it hurts. haha moving right along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's lookin scarry outside...black skies, etc. I think it's a result of baby Ernesto. Well, I think a category 1 is baby storm...maybe that's a terrible thing to say...no it is a terrible thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a company outing? Yea, I'm having one of those tonight...there's something slightly unsettling about seeing coworkers out of their office environment. :) We're going to Miyabi, which means lots of sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a rebel. I wore jeans to work. Actaully I didn't know that was against the rules...but I felt like a rebel nonetheless. None the less? Anywho, German is officially boring me-but it's an easy A which I welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to get back to work and also go read some entertainment news, since I have to stay on top of my hollywood savvy status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And for those of you who thought Chinese would be easy...I told you so :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115696633484645945?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115696633484645945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115696633484645945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115696633484645945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115696633484645945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/08/woops.html' title='Woops!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115680957720376448</id><published>2006-08-28T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:05:54.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greenville...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Just so you know I am updating for the first time in almost a month...sad isn't it?? So...where was I? Work moved to Gville, School moved to Gville...life unfortunately moved to Gville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I'm taking Public Speaking, Math (boo!), German (for an easy A), and my favorite-medical terminology...the book has some great pics haha. Ya know, the nice dirty pics. lol anyways-My work hours have been cut WAY back which makes me unhappy...but some thing about Greenville that do make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Starbucks is SO close to work (although there are men that check you out....but the good with the bad, eh? plus there's always a drive-thru Starbucks right next door!)&lt;br /&gt;2. -&lt;br /&gt;3. -&lt;br /&gt;4. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so not much makes me happy about Greenville, except it's more a land of oppurtunity than Clemson. But, it's certainly not me. I'm starting to learn where things are in Gville...so that makes me ultra proud of myself...even though I never get lost. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I don't like: TRAFFIC, MORONIC DRIVERS...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People seriously don't know how to drive in greenville. I have learned to hate cerain drivers, for instance the morons who leave their blinker on or miles...TURN IT OFF!!! Wanna see my blood boil?-leave your blinker on. That's just a taste of what pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up in 7 days!!! WOO! the big 1-9! I'm expecting some quality time with my favorite girls in the entire world. Me and the fam. already did the birthday lunch thing to Monterrey's. I plan to hit up all my favorite foods. Mexican with the parents, Olive Garden with the gals, and Sushi with Trey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baxter is still his cantankerous self, although he's quite in love with Pierson. But I think deep down I am Baxter's favorite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ALOT of topics in my head to blog about, but it seems I have forgotten them all. Weird how I think of them all the time in class and never when I actually blog...ironic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is another wakeboarding weekend in Columbia! Then back here for a hopefully relaxing Labor Day weekend preceeding the best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Kimie for suggesting Pride and Prejudice...I love it. In fact I may watch it again-for the 3rd time tonight. She's urging me to watch the 6 hour version with her...which may have to be followed by Gone with the Wind...just to take up our entire day with great movies. lol. I don't see a 10 hour movie extravaganza happening soon....maybe because we're not 80 and we're not losers. I also watched Casanova this weekend....entertaining, but a tad odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's as many updates as I can handle at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115680957720376448?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115680957720376448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115680957720376448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115680957720376448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115680957720376448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/08/greenville.html' title='Greenville...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115454546660119831</id><published>2006-08-02T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T14:06:02.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Do you ever wonder like when we get old...what are going to be the "classics?" Please Lord...don't let it be the Thong Song...or Baby Got Back (which I'm sad to say is thought of a classic already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work did a 180 went I came back from vacay. We are moving to Greenville, I'm transferring to Greenville Tech, and I'm working with a bunch of new people. I like them though, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out for sure that April is having a boy twin and a girl twin!!! So now I can start buying crap!!! I'm so excited..it's going to be Allison Grace and Samuel James. I excited about becoming a potential aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimie and I should make our own movie called "Driving Miss Kimie." :) I was telling Trey just last night that I don't mind driving Kimie around. She always offers to at least buy me coffee, dinner, movie ticket etc. Others expect you to drive and never offer to pay you anything...and they don't even have epilepsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the most important news-I KEPT MY SCHOLARSHIP! I was SO excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendetta came our yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I've seen the new Pirates 4 times now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cash got the "Lion Cut"...I can't remember if I forgot to write about that before...I'll take pics because it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't think of anything else to write about, so ya know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115454546660119831?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115454546660119831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115454546660119831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115454546660119831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115454546660119831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-updates.html' title='Some updates....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115378821340378824</id><published>2006-07-24T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:06:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm back from Vay-cay. It was great! Almost a whole week in Tennessee in a beautiful 7-bedroom, 7-bath cabin. Our cabin was called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;href="http://www.sunsetcottage.com/thelodge-family-vacation-getaway.html"  target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"The Lodge"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Here are some pics of the cabin from the website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sunsetcottage.com/tlext8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Our cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sunsetcottage.com/tlgr6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The video game that ALL the men of the house could NOT stop playing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sunsetcottage.com/tlbr3b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Bedroom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sunsetcottage.com/tlporch5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our View&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was relaxing but I was hormonal so that's no good. But still, even with all that it was the most relaxing and much needed vacation I've EVER had. We went shopping, lounged around, I layed out and got some sun, swam aka: exercised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back to work though. I went back to work with a crap load to do and also I learned our office will be moving to Greenville. That's a little stressful, but it's going to work out for the best I am hoping. I wanted to move to Greenville Tech anyway, so this is kind of a push in the right direction. I wish the move wasn't so sudden so I could have time to prepare myself, but that's how it goes. I took a test this morning and sucked it up.( All I ask is that I keep my scholarship. Who would have thought that this class would "eat my sack lunch" as my professor would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the moment I am stalling from writing a paper about multistate licensure in Nursing. I know, you're thinking...whaaaa? Yea, me too. It's 8:30 and I have NOTHING!!!! Times like this I could kick myself. Only 2 more days (and not even full ones) of school! I am so ready to be finished with this semester. Next summer I'll be damned if I take summer classes!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough about school. Let's talk about my new shoes. I went to the outlet stores in Tennessee!! (duh.) And of course there is my haven-the Nine West Outlet! Trey bought me a beautiful pair of new shoes. He might just be the most perfect boyfriend ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw Pirates for the third time, and I would definitely be up for seeing it a 4th time if anyone wants to go!! Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp rock my socks off. And that other guy was hot...you know the one-Norrington...ya know...after he cleaned off the mud, pig shit and stopped vomiting on himself....right Kimie?...MOVING RIGHT ALONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I tried 356 for the first time (it was about time!!), and it was GREAT! I love it. GREAT sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115378821340378824?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115378821340378824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115378821340378824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115378821340378824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115378821340378824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115291358138570728</id><published>2006-07-14T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:46:21.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few things I "heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I Heart Pirates of the Caribbean! I'm going to see it a second time tonight, and again in Gatlinburg with Trey. Oh Gatlinburg! I can't wait for my full-week vay-cay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So one of my best friends just found out she is epileptic...she's handling it so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh, and it's Kimie in case you're wondering. But she's the only one that reads this blog..so Kimie, you're my hero.  :)  &amp;hearts; I heart you. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115291358138570728?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115291358138570728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115291358138570728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115291358138570728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115291358138570728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/07/few-things-i-heart.html' title='A few things I &quot;heart&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115223380184736486</id><published>2006-07-06T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:41:17.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't you love how you can be out of high school for a while...and still it exsists in your life...why is that necessary?? Oh, and did I mention that I'm not pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115223380184736486?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115223380184736486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115223380184736486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223380184736486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223380184736486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/07/ew.html' title='EW.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115223351394349843</id><published>2006-07-06T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:51:53.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rumors...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, so just so you know...I'm not getting married this December...I'm not pregnant...and I did not write any letter....so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115223351394349843?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115223351394349843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115223351394349843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223351394349843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223351394349843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/07/more-rumors.html' title='More Rumors...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115223345755106690</id><published>2006-07-06T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:50:57.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;so OK...when you have an older sibling and have their credit card...embarassment will inevitibly follow. So let's say hypothetically you are eating sushi at your favorite Japanese place. Your waitress is either 14 or 24. You are debating whether she's really young or really old. One of your best friends (who has a billion credit cards including her older sisters') pays for the check using her sisters' old credit card. Well the girl, thinks your friend Kimie is actually her older sister Ashley. This is where the fun begins. The waitress says "Oh i remember you, I had art with you"...and all this. kimie..thinking this girl is 12 says "oh really? I blocked most of high school out." Kimie, being the mother she is asks in her best "mom tone" if the girl still goes to Daniel who replies with a "god, no!" and then proceeds to tell us what she's doing with her life while kimie acts as though this girl is twelve. confusion and more confusion. After the waitress walks away, Kimie says "well weird...if she had made all that up I never would have known." We were both confused so I asked the girl before we left what year she graduated. This is the moment I get diarreha of the mouth and say "Hey! my brother graduated in 2002!-remember him? Brian, with the unibrow, he was a nerd? Although, he doesnt have a uni-brow now b/c I plucked it." and so forth. So then I ask her who her brother was...who she said went to Daniel also. After learning his name we also learned we went to school with him I was like "Hey! we went to school with him!" We all exchange some odd looks which cause Kimie and I to leave in embarassment...more so her because she's the 24 year old hanging out with a socially retarded 18 year old charity case. I couldn't have laughed harder...and I still laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115223345755106690?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115223345755106690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115223345755106690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223345755106690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115223345755106690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/07/weird.html' title='Weird....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115133652688367906</id><published>2006-06-26T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:42:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's a Monday, I'm by myself in Customer Service....bummer. I have class today, also a bummer, but the worst part has to be this "gullywasher" we have going on here. Yes, I said it...and for all you non-southerners that means it's practically flooding. EW. I always wear my comfy pants on  rainy a dreary days and the result of that is the end of all my pants are soaking wet. :(  which I hate. Yea the rain is  good and all that jazz....but man is it depressing. The 4th is coming up, which means no school for a week!! Summer Break!...which actually means Stephanie has to write a paper. haha. and it also means...No work! A WOO HOO! My Tennessee Vay-cay is coming up!! Anyways, Have a great week. I'll blog as soon as I can, but with school back in my life is crazy. OH and I did finish my bathroom! Pics coming soooooon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115133652688367906?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115133652688367906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115133652688367906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115133652688367906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115133652688367906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-weeks-later.html' title='two weeks later'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-115024249894318654</id><published>2006-06-13T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T15:23:11.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little tid bits of bragging and ANGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Oh weddings, I've been to 3 in the past 5 weeks. phew. I've been to an empty ugly wedding, a beautiful beach wedding and a weird tension and gas-filled wedding. long story, but let's just say that the ring bearer farted and Trey couldn't stop laughing...on stage...yea. I did get to wear some fabulous stuff-my yellow and navy blue espadrilles with my navy blue dress; my FABULOUS red shoes with my black dress, and Jena's perfect gold and pink dress to go with the fab shoes Trey got me for xmas. Anyway, enough of my bragging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Let me vent a little....AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Some people have a knack almost for getting under one's skin. These same people also have a huge problem with LYING! Ok, I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I get to go to Lake Murray on Saturday and watch the men do their wakeboarding thing while I soak up some sun, and hopefully my new bathing suit will be waiting at home for me today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-115024249894318654?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/115024249894318654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=115024249894318654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115024249894318654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/115024249894318654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-tid-bits-of-bragging-and-anger.html' title='Little tid bits of bragging and ANGER!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114962097564622340</id><published>2006-06-06T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:11:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor has it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;that I'm engaged? Let me be the first here to tell you that no, as of right now I am not engaged. While the subject has been talked about and we've frequented the occasional jewelry shop, no-we are not engaged. I think that I would announce something like this myself, trust me. I don't have to rely on people I haven't talked to in ages to spread this around, 'cause like I said-I'll be doing the announcing. So, to make a long story short I am not engaged, and if I was-you would know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My summer classes are well underway, Memorial Day weekend was a nice break in Charleston with Trey. Redecorating my bathroom starts next week!! I'm excited. Like I promised forever ago...I will have before and after pics up when everything is all done! I have to go to a wedding this weekend, a wedding that Trey is in...and his x-g/f so that should be a hoot. I have a nice black dress so ya know :) Jena got me turned on to a new jewelry store in pickens, Suzanne's. Cute stuff. I also forgot how much I love Feet First :) Anyways, time to get back to work. Notice how the entries are more spaced out as time goes on? Sorry. I'm busy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114962097564622340?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114962097564622340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114962097564622340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114962097564622340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114962097564622340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/06/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor has it....'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114833290991130528</id><published>2006-05-22T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:29:27.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best show ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_11_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_07_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_07_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_39_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_39_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I can't believe it's been a week and I haven't talked about how AWESOME Grey's Anatomy was!! It was literally everything any Grey's fan wanted! It had a heartbreaking end to Izzie and Denny's r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_40_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_40_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;elationship, which we all saw coming unfortunately, no matter how much we denied i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_44_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_44_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;t-which led to Alex becoming a human being towards Izzie, or towards anyone for that matter. We saw Addison actually fight with Derek instead of being passive aggressive, which I enjoyed. Addison's character is complicated, at first you hated her, then you just have to lover her because she's so darn likeable, but deep down you still hate her because she's not Meredith Grey. You saw Derek finally realize that "hey, I can't be mad at Meredith-I left her to patch things up with the wife that I don't even love like that anymore." He let go of his anger from the fact that she was trying to move on to Finn....who unlike Addison you love right away, but like Addison you hate him (even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_49_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_49_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;though he's the sweetest thing ever) because he's just not DEREK!!! Oh, it's complicated. Crazy Callie...who's dating George told him she loves him-leading to an awkward moment. Later he explains that he's just not there yet, but give him time to say it back, but actaully mean it. Po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_21_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_21_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;or Cristina-she tries so hard to bottle up her feelings. She tried to shrug off the fact that Burke got shot on his way to the hospital to (what I assume was stop Izzie from trying to make Denny's condition worse so he would get the heart). Anyways, we were left on a cliffhanger of whether or not he could operate again. Although, I know he will operate again and his hand will be better because he and Derek are in the running for Cheif of Surgery. The cheif by the way found out that his poor wife knew about his affair with Ellis Grey the whole time and never said a thing. And also the cheif was pretty much forced by his wife to throw a rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_30_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_30_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;l prom for his niece (who was hospitalized her prom night after passing out while losing her virginity...which by the way...prom nite? that is SO cliche!!) because her ovarian cancer is back and she's going to die. The whole prom theme was great for t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_33_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_33_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;his episode...which let to the BEST cliffhanger of all. Derek was giving Meredith their "look" while dancing with Addison and she was dancing with Finn. She excused herself to get away from his gaze...cause damn who could resist that?! Well anyways, he followed her into an exam roomand kisses her!!! It was totally the best part...and they had sex, but that's to be expected. It ended with Izzie quitting after finding Denny dead, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_47_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_47_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Cristina realizing that life is sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_33_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;rt, so she goes to see and support Burke after hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_45_360x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_45_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;s dangerous surgery. It also ended with an even bigger cliffhanger than last year. This time Meredith has the ultimatum. Either Finn-the sensitive vet who "has plans" for them, or her true love Derek. It's tough-Mcdreamy or Mcvet? I personally hopes she chooses Derek. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://a.abc.com/primetime/greysanatomy/images/gallery/losing/losing_22_360x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this blog, make your own decision:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0" bgcolor="000066"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.misterpoll.com/poll.mpl" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="id" value="4255075331"&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;color:ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who should Meredith choose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="question2484838317" value="4131602046"&gt; Derek AKA Mcdreamy her one true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" name="question2484838317" value="1826941902"&gt; Finn AKA Mcvet her one with "plans"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="vote" value="Vote"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114833290991130528?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114833290991130528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114833290991130528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114833290991130528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114833290991130528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-show-ever.html' title='The best show ever'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114782360070885004</id><published>2006-05-16T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:53:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adulthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Becoming an adult...it happened, how exactly I'm not sure. I just know that it happened in a flash. And now we have all these responsibilites-which suck, of course. But it's like how did we get to point A to point B? Where did all this time go, and why, oh why do we have all these life- altering decisions to make? Only your best friends stick close, and stress is weighing on your shoulders. You see how quickly you've come, and suddenly your goals seem so far away, and time itself has slowed...or so it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114782360070885004?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114782360070885004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114782360070885004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114782360070885004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114782360070885004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/05/adulthood.html' title='Adulthood'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114727351796397744</id><published>2006-05-10T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:05:55.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/bagel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kinda sad when a bagel makes you really happy? I ran out of my wheat bagels and I came to work and the new girl had bagels...from Panera. I was so excited. I had an everything bagel in case you're wondering which i know you are. :) Anyways, I have to pay summer tuition today, try to get an insurance discount, and sleep. Ok back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114727351796397744?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114727351796397744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114727351796397744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114727351796397744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114727351796397744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/05/isnt-it.html' title='Isn&apos;t it...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114677970656840936</id><published>2006-05-04T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:55:06.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Don't you just love that feeling of &lt;i&gt;obvious&lt;/i&gt; unwanted-ness? (so maybe that's not a word, but I made it one) But anyways, it's great, makes you feel all warm inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On a happier note my secret from 2 blogs before was that April is pregnant! and we just found out 2 days ago that it is twins!! I'm so excited, and i've picked out all this cute baby stuff, more of it is Clemson baby stuff. I'm also excited about being their potential aunt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I finished school....with a 3.25 GPA! yay. Trey's taking me to Calhoun Corners to celebrate. I have to say bye to Cash this weekend. :(  I'm sad to see him go. I was sick yesterday, but Kimie made it better by bringing me the essentials: chicken noodle soup (Progresso, which is the only way to go), a Bridal magazine, starburst jellybeans (i only like the pink and purple ones) and some great Breyer's Light ice cream bars. They were really good! I also worked like 7 hours at home, and I felt accomplished. Myspace is blocked at work...did I already bitch about that in a previous blog? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114677970656840936?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114677970656840936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114677970656840936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114677970656840936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114677970656840936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/05/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114662740329153543</id><published>2006-05-02T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:38:30.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i hate about...life right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;1.) I had a shitty day, which im not allowed to have...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;2.) I might have strep again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;3.) I physically feel like shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;4.) I'm tired of feeling fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;5.) I'm sleep deprived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;6.) I'm pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;7.) I need a change of pace or scenery...Charleston's looking realllly good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;8.) Myspace is blocked at work....so is....Victorias Secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;9.) My damn throat hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;10.) I cursed too much today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Although, I heart Jena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114662740329153543?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114662740329153543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114662740329153543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114662740329153543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114662740329153543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/05/10-things-i-hate-aboutlife-right-now.html' title='10 things i hate about...life right now'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114547583307028643</id><published>2006-04-19T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:45:41.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So first off, Sasha Cohen was right here in Greenville, skating for the Marshall's Skating Challenge, and I missed it cause I went to Charleston for spring break. :( BUT Spring break was great and worth it. We relaxed, went downtown to shop and walk around and watched some terrble movies. Well, acutally the only terrible one was "Memoirs of a Geisha." Reason being: I read the book first...it's waaaay better. :( I was sooo disappointed!!! I mean it won Oscars and Golden Globes...how could it not be good? Well, it sucked to say the least. I'm back in the real world, back to work and school, although I finished my computer class with a lovely little Charleston power point presentation and finished the class up with a not-so-lovely 80. How could I make an 80??? I made A's on all the tests!!! I'm very confused and upset a little. Anyways, I got 4 points on the final for just showing up for Psychology...I love Dr. Dale, he's so cool. So I have a grand total of 10 extra credit points for the Final...just for attendence! I'm going to study my butt of and make a 110!! That's my goal. I have a research paper due tomorrow that I haven't started on and barely though about. I'm so stressed I dont even want to think about it!! Anyways, someone calm me down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Poor Cashy gets de-balled and de-clawed tomorrow. :( He's staying with me for 2 weeks. He's actually been pretty good (*knock on wood*) Lucy got her new shoes put on last Friday at Gwinn's and while that was going on Trey and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.mrdipps.com" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Dipps&lt;/a&gt;to see his uncle (who owns it) so everyone should go to &lt;a href="http://www.mrdipps.com" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Dipps!!&lt;/a&gt; The ice cream is great! I got a cup of birthday cake (for kicks, and it turned out to be really great) and "trash can" which is a whole lotta chocolate...which as you know, I LOVE! We then went to botanical gardens to take pics with Ryan and April, I'll post them on my photosite, along with before/after pics of my new room! It's this _ close to being finished. Trey painted me a beautiful picture, and soon we're going to start auctioning his art on Ebay! I'm excited because he's a great artist and photographer. I wish he would do photography for a living one day, it's a passion of his. Me and Trey's dad lost to Trey and Ryan at Rook 2 nights in a row!! AHHH! I was SO mad. I was getting all Monica-comptetitive. It was great though. I love that game, you should try it...it's a card game...Rook. yea. Oh, and I informed Trey that if we ever have a child (God forbid) we will name her Sasha. haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Quick shoutouts to people I love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Trey-you're fantastic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;JJ-thanks for calming me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kimie-ditto :)-about the research paper lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Phillip-thanks for not killing us on the way to Charleston, I'm proud of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Jena-you make me smile, how I love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114547583307028643?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114547583307028643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114547583307028643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114547583307028643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114547583307028643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-updates.html' title='Some updates'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114476568234719624</id><published>2006-04-11T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:49:57.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>READ IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/mog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/mog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This weekend alone I read 250 pages out of "Memoirs of a Geisha." I had been reading it for about a week before. I just had to find time..like before and after class, before bed, etc. Finally I had a Saturday all to myself where I just read the heck out of something. That book is...in one word...&lt;i&gt;amazing.&lt;/i&gt; It's so captivating and moving. It sucks you in and you just love the culture and just EVERYTHING. What's more amazing is that it was written by a man. Kimie and I were discussing that fact that he absolutely nails a woman's emotions and feelings. It leaves you to believe he HAD to have used an actaul geisha to come up with this GREAT story. I cannot rave about this book enough. Hands down the best book I've read in a long while. (not including Harry Potter :) but that's just a different type of GOOD!) Go out to a library...wait scratch that, just go buy the book and read it, your life will be better because you did! lol. Seriously though, great book. Read it. Oh and in case you're wondering I did finally finish reading "Wicked." Also a good book, just not as good as "Memoirs." Next book to read: "Girl with a Pearl Earring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114476568234719624?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114476568234719624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114476568234719624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114476568234719624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114476568234719624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/04/read-it.html' title='READ IT!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114476456909483732</id><published>2006-04-11T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:14:27.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Threadless.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks to Kimie, I have now been sucked into Threadless.com I have bought three new shirts: "Pandamonium", "What Would Macgyver do?" and "99 Luftballoons." I love them, and Threadless shirts fit like a glove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In other news, my headboard came in, it's beautiful, and all I have left to do is hang the sepia prints and my bedroom will be complete. This summer marks the beginning of the changing of the bathroom. I've decided on black and wh&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/panda.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ite, with a black and red shower curtain with a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/99.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;white lotus. I'm trying to wait for the price to go down. It's from Bombay Company, and I just can't see spending $75 dollars on a shower curtain. Although, I did find a really pretty on at Target.com, I might buy both and have the other one for a "just in case." Who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Today, me, JJ and Phillip leave for Charleston for Spring Break!! A WOO HOO! Trey finally finished his other bathroom, so the four of us don't have to share one! yay. We're going to the beach tomorrow then shopping downtown on Thurs. Then I get to keep Cash for 2 weeks while he gets de-balled and de-clawed. :) Baxter is very excited. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;School's almost over!! I wrote my last History paper, I have one last paper in English. And for my computer final we have to do a power point presentation....how easy is that? I already registered for Summer semester and I am NOT taking all night classes. I'm taking Biology, Pre-Nursing and Medical Vocab. wish me luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Lucy gets new "shoes" this weekend. I'm taking her to Gwinn's on Friday to have her alignment done and her new shoes put on. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have some very exciting news that I'm not allowed to tell anyone. So give it a few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114476456909483732?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114476456909483732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114476456909483732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114476456909483732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114476456909483732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-heart-threadlesscom.html' title='I *heart* Threadless.com'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114416707100059606</id><published>2006-04-04T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T11:11:11.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, so what the hell is going on in the world? Lately I've begun to notice something...strange. I've been looking through all the people on Myspace from Daniel, people I graduated with, people I know, don't know, etc. It seems that almost all the people I graduated with turned lesbian or gay, and then there are the bisexuals. Now, the bisexuals confuse me...I mean as JJ and I would say-They are kidding themselves. But it's like, ok is this just the new fad? It has to be. Then there are the really conservative people having sex everywhere. I mean all through high school we had to listen to these kids bitch about abstinence and how everyone at Daniel is a bunch of sluts, (which in part was definitely true) and here they are whore-ing around all over the place at college. It's just surprising. Makes me want to message them all and say, remember that time you started that really annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;crusade on absitinence? And here you are broadcasting your personal life all over place! I mean don't get me wrong people can do whatever they want, and they will. Just keep it to yourself, unless you were going for the hypoctire look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In other news, that terrible storm cut off Grey's Anatomy with only 20 mins. to go. I don't know what happened. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114416707100059606?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114416707100059606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114416707100059606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114416707100059606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114416707100059606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114409231604901095</id><published>2006-04-03T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:25:16.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SO SORRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So sorry for the hiatus, work and school has been piling up...well mainly school.  Nothing really has happened since my last post. Went to Charleston this weekend with Ryan and April to see Trey. They two men spent hours obsessing over a damn surround sound system, while April and I wanted to go to the beach! We missed all teh good sun on Saturday but went on Sunday instead. It was alot of fun, we waked downtown and I found a GREAT Vera Bradley vendor that sold Vera Bradley lampshades!!! That's right kids! I FINALLY found a lamp, after looking for about 2 months! I got the Java Blue of course, because it matches my beautiful new room! I was so excited I talked about it for 2 days and I'm still talking about it. Like I said earlier once my new headboard comes in, I'll post before and after shots! Well, I can leave work now! And that's what's been going on with me. Can't wait for spring break! I'll post pics from that too, should be a really fun and relaxing time! And Trey is too much of a morning person :( lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114409231604901095?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114409231604901095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114409231604901095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114409231604901095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114409231604901095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-sorry.html' title='SO SORRY!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114295998978266518</id><published>2006-03-21T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:53:09.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more sleep, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;This morning was one of those mornings where you roll over, look out the window and see rain and grey clouds. WHY?! and why is it that when we see those grey clouds, all it makes us want to do is see the backs of our eyelids even more? Thank God for no school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;On another note, I woke up this morning exhausted thinking "omg, it's too early!" I checked my cell phone. 3 a.m.? Oh, thank God. I was so happy. Don't you love that feeling when you wake up and your heart sinks as you realize it's time to get up, join reality, tired bones and all, then you look at the clock and see that you have 4 more hours of great sleep ahead of you! You feel so happy to just curl up in a ball and relish what little time you have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114295998978266518?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114295998978266518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114295998978266518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114295998978266518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114295998978266518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-sleep-please.html' title='more sleep, please'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114287167615113478</id><published>2006-03-20T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:33:52.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Remember, Remember the 5th of November"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"People should not be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;My favorite quote from the new movie "V for Vendetta." Which by the way was an awesome movie! I loved it. A futuristic look at what England would be like with totalitarian gov't (exactly like the Nazis) in power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Figure skating champs on ESPN next weekend, looking forward to that, i'm sorry to admit. haha Although I may be going to Charleston so I might miss it :( Trey needs cable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114287167615113478?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114287167615113478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114287167615113478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114287167615113478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114287167615113478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/03/remember-remember-5th-of-november.html' title='&quot;Remember, Remember the 5th of November&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114227900288471334</id><published>2006-03-13T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:43:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work=boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok sorry about the flipping out. un-called for.  also sorry that my blogging is slacking. I painted my room this weekend! It looks great so far, except the bitch at Lowe's insisted we get semi-gloss...but i don't want to talk about it. Flat would have been just fine. I'll have before and after pics posted as soon as it's all finished and I have stuff on shelves...or have shelves for that matter. I'm so excited! I'll let you know when the pics will be up. Almost went to see Failure to Launch this weekend, but I had a failure to launch my ass off the couch. wow sorry, but it was too much not to use.  I had to eat at my grandma's house...enough said. I have a psychology test I'm suppose to be studying for but I'm lacking much needed motivation. In fact, I'm going to make myself study right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114227900288471334?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114227900288471334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114227900288471334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114227900288471334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114227900288471334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/03/workboring.html' title='Work=boring'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114185059001193764</id><published>2006-03-08T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:43:10.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm glad no one supports me or gives a damn about what i want. and that everyone talks to me like a child. sorry, had to vent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114185059001193764?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114185059001193764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114185059001193764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114185059001193764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114185059001193764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahhhhh.html' title='AHHHHH!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114174852967966514</id><published>2006-03-07T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:22:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;In case you're wodering I did get Walk the Line and Lady and the Tramp. woo hoo! Might I mention that today is JJ's birthday. Happy Birthday to my best friend! It was Phillip's birthday yesterday, so Happy late Birthday to Phillip! We all went out for a nice little dinner at Ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/hp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;rabba's on saturday night. Me, Trey, JJ, Phillip, Jena, Brett, Kimie and Bethany. We took a bunch of pics which can be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schapman6.photosite.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; School is getting tiring, I'm just ready for it to be over...only a couple more weeks to go. Phillip, JJ and myself are going to Charleston and staying with Trey for our spring break. I can't wait for a nice break! I also can't wait to get my room finished. I found a perfect rug, just need to paint the walls and that room is done, then its time to start on the bathroom. Well, I better get to work. Also, another great movie came out today that, if you're anything like me, will go and get it on your lunch break. That movie is Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in case you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114174852967966514?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114174852967966514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114174852967966514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114174852967966514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114174852967966514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/03/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114113750366442036</id><published>2006-02-28T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:40:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/wtl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/wtl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/lat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/lat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/wtl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/lat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Also, I thought everyone should know that 2 great movies come out today! Walk the Line and Lady and the Tramp! I'm sooo excited. I'm picking then up on Thursday when I get paid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114113750366442036?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114113750366442036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114113750366442036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114113750366442036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114113750366442036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114113641765978834</id><published>2006-02-28T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:20:17.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye, Aye, Skipper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I MUST  stop skipping school! I feel so behind!! I have to go home and do those stupid take home questions just in case for History tonight. English...forget about it. I don't have my Topic sentences and thesis statement. I just need to  *breathe* I don't have computer class tomorrow night, which makes me sooo happy! I do have psychology, but it's cool, I skipped the heck out of it last night. I have to stop. I've skipped each class twice, except psych. Anyways, on a lighter note, running can put you in the best mood ever! I went running and felt great the rest of the night, that is until I accidentally let it slip in front of my parents that I was going to try to be an RN, they told me I would never make it which made me crawl in my bed and cry, effectively crushing my dream. When am I going to learn to just shut my mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114113641765978834?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114113641765978834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114113641765978834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114113641765978834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114113641765978834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/aye-aye-skipper.html' title='Aye, Aye, Skipper'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114107193332435693</id><published>2006-02-27T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:25:33.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That New's Resolution kicking in yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm going running today, in an attempt to be healthy and do some exercise that DOESN'T involve the stairs at school. Ugh. I already went and bought $20 worth of vitamins to take every morning. I'm drinking plenty of water and doing 100 sit ups every night, I'm going to be in shape if it kills me...which it probably will. Stress is killing me right now, I have to make up a test that I skipped for various reasons, and ended up working 10 hrs. that day, and a project due that's suppose to happen over a course of 3 days, but I just remembered today and it's due March 1st. Dammit. Well, now that I'm sorting that out, I still have homework for English due tomorrow since i skipped. What is wrong with me!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I got some more fabulous stuff for the room, I'm going to order the shower curtain soon, but I don't want to do too much at a time. The bathroom, I have decided is going to be black and white with lotus flower accents, I'm so excited! I can't wait to get it fisnished and revel in my own amazing decorating abilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114107193332435693?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114107193332435693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114107193332435693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114107193332435693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114107193332435693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-news-resolution-kicking-in-yet_27.html' title='That New&apos;s Resolution kicking in yet?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114080935591955499</id><published>2006-02-24T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T14:29:15.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO USA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/sc.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/sc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I got captivated by the figure skating on the Olympics last night, the only thing I've gotten into in this year's Olympics. My mom and I stayed up until 12 watching the winners. Shizuka Arakawa from Japan got gold, which was Japan's first gold in these Olympics. Our very own Sasha Cohen (whom I love) got silver despite the fact that she fell twice, but she's an amazing skater and pulled it off. Had she not fallen, she would have gotten gold for sure. Russia's Irina Slutskaya sadly got the bronze. Sport's Illustrated had projected that Sasha Cohen would win gold, Irina Slutskaya with silver and Shizuka Arakawa with bronze. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/win.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/win.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting how all 3 placed, but not in the way everyone assumed. I wanted Irina to get at least silver, her mother has cancer and she wanted to win gold for her mom, it was all a really sad story. The other American ladies did well, Emily Hughes, sister of 2002 Figure Skating Gold medalist Sarah Hughes, placed 7th, this was her first Olympics (she replaced Michelle Kwan when she had to withdraw this year due to injury.) Kimmie Meissner from the U. S. placed 6th, this was also her first Olympics, she is only 16. I wish Michelle Kwan could have competed this year, although my favorite is Sasha. Anyways, here's a good pic of the winners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114080935591955499?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114080935591955499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114080935591955499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114080935591955499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114080935591955499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/go-usa.html' title='GO USA!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114052928957681839</id><published>2006-02-21T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:41:29.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Strep, just redecorating and exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Good News everyone! I don't have strep...yet...I had a pretty busy weekend. I bought stuff to redecorate my room, ordered my bedspread. Next thing to get is the paint. I'm going to Target, to get some cute-sy stuff since my dad said my room is going to look manly. It's not going to look manly, it's going to look fabulous, what does he know anyway?? I totally forgot about a psychology test I had last night until like 2 yesterday afternoon. I studied a bit, I think I did well, wish me luck. No matter how much sleep I get I still feel exhausted. I had to call into work yesterday and slept until like 11:30. It was great, but if you think it would help with the exhaustion, you'd be wrong.   :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114052928957681839?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114052928957681839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114052928957681839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114052928957681839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114052928957681839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-strep-just-redecorating-and.html' title='No Strep, just redecorating and exhaustion'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114020243871394729</id><published>2006-02-17T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:53:58.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Strep...again??? AW COME ON! Just when I thought the weekend would be perfect. BAM! sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114020243871394729?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114020243871394729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114020243871394729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114020243871394729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114020243871394729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick_17.html' title='Sick :('/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114010434776929853</id><published>2006-02-16T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:40:03.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge, is it really better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Knowledge is a tricky thing, or so they say. There's the curiosity in us all that prompts us to ask the very thing we're not sure that we want to know. There's the agony of the of not knowing, and the agony of knowing that inevitably follows. So why, may I ask do we do this to ourselves? Our curiosity gets the best of us, we nose around in the business that isn't ours, and then after we know, we think "why the hell did i want to find out in the first place?" Some things are better left to the imagination...or better yet...they shouldn't be thought of, so with that said, who can I hire to tell me "you are too nosy, and after you know you'll wish you hadn't" I can't pay you yet, so its mainly volunteer work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114010434776929853?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114010434776929853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114010434776929853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114010434776929853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114010434776929853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/knowledge-is-it-really-better.html' title='Knowledge, is it really better?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-114003506690411673</id><published>2006-02-15T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:26:30.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;If I had one wish it wouldn't be for world peace, or to end world hunger...ok well maybe it would, but one thing I would wish for, humans shouldn't have the ability to betray each other, it shouldn't be a function, shouldn't be something to even think about. Betrayal of any kind might be the worst thing to do to someone. Trust is lost and without trust, who are we anyway? I understand that you can't completely trust one human being, but wouldn't it be great if we could, wouldn't it be much easier to trust without betrayal? Although, trust probably shouldn't be an easy thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-114003506690411673?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/114003506690411673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=114003506690411673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114003506690411673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/114003506690411673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113994437969172362</id><published>2006-02-14T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:50:50.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/78/69/36/30/0078693630045_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.walmart.com/i/p/00/78/69/36/30/0078693630045_500X500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JO9J.01._PE35_SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/images/homepage/home_cardtop_logostart.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Skipping class is becoming an epidemic. Thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pynk.org" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kimie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; I find myself never wanting to go to class. Bad Kimie! I also find myseld drinking way more coffee...again, Bad Kimie! Anyways, Grey's anatomy 1st season came out today and I bought it-Happy Valentine's Day to me! Cathy got all us ladies orange/pink roses for V-day. So, with that said, Happy Valentine's Day all. Or Happy "i know I'm single so why do you have to keep remindin&lt;a href="http://www.dcist.com/images/2005_0502_Starbucks_Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g me" Day. Can't wait for some valuable sleep after class tonight. Speaking of class psychology was so interesting. I'm making my parents do a simple test to see if they are crazy or not. haha. And this is for all my single loves out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;PRESENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.animatedcollectibles.com/media/Tb%2520Trading%2520Co.%2520-%2520bear%2520with%2520bow%2520and%2520heart%2520Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="196" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/url?q=http://www.animatedcollectibles.com/media/Tb%2520Trading%2520Co.%2520-%2520bear%2520with%2520bow%2520and%2520heart%2520Large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.indusmall.com/products_images/INDDWLFRS101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="171" alt="" src="http://www.indusmall.com/products_images/INDDWLFRS101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://www.nailpro.com/gallery/images/0204/chocolates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113994437969172362?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113994437969172362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113994437969172362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113994437969172362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113994437969172362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113984318092123643</id><published>2006-02-13T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:42:07.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/10410_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/10410_lg.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this weekend, while shopping for headboards I was inspired to change my entire room. My room feels tacky and completely mismatched. I'm 18 and I need to feel older and the room isn't doing it for me. SO, with that said, here are some of my ideas. My bedroom will be brown and turquoise (thanks to my new Vera bag) which can be seen over there. Anyways, while looking at my bag I thought what a great idea. SO, after checking the web and having virtually no luck, I did manage to find a blue and brown bedspread. What do yah think?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/bbbs.0.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/bbbs.0.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I love it. The walls will be white on the bottom and brown up top, separated with white crown molding. I'm thinking of putting sepia prints on the walls. I will be sad to see the green go :( but I guess it has to be sooner or later. My bedspread now has taken a beating from the washing machine, because my mom is so obsessive compulsive...I mean I am too, but come on, she's just crazy. I always hated that bedspread for one thing, it was too thick and bulky and it smothers you...But I'm kinda warming up to it here in the winter, but in the summer it will make you burst into flame. I don't know I'm really torn, I need a more "mature" decor, but I love green. I will have an emerald green room in my house one day, mark my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; While I was shopping at furniture stores for a new headboard, my mom pointed out a lovely black mirror, which then prompted me to think about changing my bathroom to black and white. I haven't found a shower curtain yet, but I want my bathroom to look classy. Don't get my wrong I love my ducks, but like I said I want a more mature decor. My mom thinks that the bedroom and bathroom have to match...whatever..well leave me some feedback. First of all, what headboard should I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" bgcolor="#0066ff" border="0"&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.misterpoll.com/poll.mpl" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2525631432" name="id"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What headboard should I get?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2761399830" name="question1946525349"&gt; White&lt;img style="WIDTH: 295px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="250" src="http://www.broyhillfurn.com/interface/style1/images/broyhill/pibr56-b3455-lg.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="1691627398" name="question1946525349"&gt; Black&lt;img height="250" src="http://www.broyhillfurn.com/interface/style1/images/broyhill/ucbr70-b4454-lg.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2347956287" name="question1946525349"&gt; Cherry stained&lt;img height="250" src="http://www.broyhillfurn.com/interface/style1/images/broyhill/nlbr56_B4667_lg.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="radio" value="2725492986" name="question1946525349"&gt; This white one &lt;img height="250" src="http://www.broyhillfurn.com/interface/style1/images/broyhill/ucbr58-b4382-lg.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Vote" name="vote"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Second of all, does it matter if the bedroom and bathroom "match"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=2 cellspacing=0 border=0 bgcolor=0066ff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action=http://www.misterpoll.com/poll.mpl method=post&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=hidden name=id value=1973906075&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign=top&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size=-1 color=ffffff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does it have to match...yes or no?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=question1681106501 value=176856375&gt; Yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=radio name=question1681106501 value=268537895&gt; No&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;input type=submit name=vote value="Vote"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113984318092123643?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113984318092123643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113984318092123643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113984318092123643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113984318092123643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/project.html' title='Project!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113960002489570389</id><published>2006-02-10T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:25:25.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harrerujah, something to raugh about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/parasol-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/parasol-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have made a discovery. Thanks to a co-worker, I have found something to brighten my day when it's at its worst. This new pick-me-up is called..."Engrish." There is a link to "Engrish" in my "Links" section in the left column. It is a site dedicated to the unfortunate mistakes made by foreigners in an attempt to boast the knowledge of use of the English language. They say things like "Lice cakes," "Eric Crapton," and signs saying things like that. Anyways,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/mutant-coconut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/mutant-coconut.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's great you should check it out, it made me almost pee in my pants on many occasion, so I wouldn't drink alot of fluids while viewing. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113960002489570389?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113960002489570389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113960002489570389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113960002489570389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113960002489570389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/harrerujah-something-to-raugh-about.html' title='Harrerujah, something to raugh about'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113942605495234043</id><published>2006-02-08T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:14:14.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My God, I'm insightful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;They always say admitting you have a problem is the first step. I think "they" are right. Admitting something to yourself is one thing, you can always talk yourself out of it. Admitting something to someone else is quite another. You can always fight with yourself and think, no, I'm not...am i? Telling someone is like saying, my God, I am. Telling someone gives you the strength you need to deal with it. Describing the problem to someone and having them confirm what you fear is enough to get you started toward the healing process. Whether you thought you were or not, someone confirms your fears and you can finally begin to help yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113942605495234043?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113942605495234043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113942605495234043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113942605495234043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113942605495234043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-god-im-insightful.html' title='My God, I&apos;m insightful'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113942161735744166</id><published>2006-02-08T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:00:36.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever the critic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Kimie and I have tried so hard to like "The Grind." It's just too much...they stir their coffee with a spoon...enough said. I hate to be cliche, but Starbucks is the only place in Clemson to get a decent cup of coffee. Pendleton is a different story. The Pendleton Cafe is a haven! Oh and by the way, The Grind doesn't want to hire people b/c the owner claims she is picky about her coffee. She apparently doesn't know what coffee is. Kimie and I got a mochachino and it tasted like beef/feet. I really wanted to like that place, because I'm all for independant businesses and coffee...but I am disappointed I must say. On a lighter note, I am officially addicted to sushi. Which is a good thing to be addicted to, it's pretty good for you. I have introduced many a person to sushi, and JJ is my sushi partner, and Phillip, and Kimie now too! It's a good thing Trey already likes sushi, I don't know if I could date someone who doesn't like it! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113942161735744166?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113942161735744166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113942161735744166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113942161735744166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113942161735744166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/ever-critic.html' title='Ever the critic'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113893223236717467</id><published>2006-02-02T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:42:33.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Happy February. sorry for the 11 day hiatus. I did make a B on my psych and history tests in case you are wondering. And thanks to Kimie I have a brilliant intro to a paper. Speaking of psychology, the other night we were talking about motivation, and theories on what motivates us. There is the theory of instinct-we make choices based on instinct, which I don't believe all choices are pure instinct, but whatever. Then there is the drive reduction...the theory that our bodies strive for homeostasis (stability). For instance, hunger drives us to find food, lonliness drives us to find companionship, etc. The latter theory is contradictory, in that were it fully true, obesity wouldn't exsist. Lastly, there is the arousal theory-we look for optimum stimulation (hence explaining obesity) But, the mind, we discussed can control if you are hungry or not. (which explains eating disorders) Afterwards, I began to wonder, where do you find the line between hunger and your mind controlling the hunger? What if you really are hungry, but your "mind" is being "cautious" to avoid obesity. How do you find the line between what is healthy and what isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113893223236717467?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113893223236717467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113893223236717467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113893223236717467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113893223236717467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113828939110275016</id><published>2006-01-26T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:30:28.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>small town, shmall town.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Despite the college, let's face it, Clemson and surrounding area is a wee little town. BUT don't tell me that small towns won't surprise you quite frequently. I just only noticed that Issaqueena fire tower like 2 years ago on the way to school at Daniel one day. Just yesterday I was driving down 76...you know right there where that shopping center is with Monterrey's and Skins'? There was some old, teal, rusty water tower behind that. I have never seen that thing for the 17 1/2 yrs. I have lived her&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/firehouse.gif" border="0" /&gt;e. Where did that thing come from? It's also surprising that about 5 sandwich shops less that 100 ft. from each other can all be in business at once. We all know where my loyalty lies... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anyway, my first psych test is on Monday, and I am NOT "psyched" about it. My God, I am funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113828939110275016?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113828939110275016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113828939110275016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113828939110275016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113828939110275016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/small-town-shmall-town.html' title='small town, shmall town.'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113811377611461398</id><published>2006-01-24T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:43:55.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reputation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I got the inspiration for this blog from class last night. I've met people who are perfectly nice, but it makes you think. College can erase a past, almost. It's a place where your reputation can't easily follow quite yet. If you were a slut in high school you could go to college and close your legs and no one would ever know you were the girl that did the entire football team. If you were a nerd, it's a place to finally break out and show the outgoing potentially popular side. If you were a bitch, but wished you were nicer, it's a clean slate to actually be a nice person. Although, a friend of mine brought up an interesting point. Keeping in mind that your reputation doesn't follow so easily, she said she missed being popular. In high school she was the best dressed and nicest person. In college? She still has the same personality but the same reputation? If you saw someone you had never met before and they were popular in their own world, would you look at them and say they were popular? Or would they just be another person? I look at some of the people at school, and let's face it, there are people whom you can tell who they were in high school, but they have a fresh start, and in college as long as people are nice to you, you don't really care, because unlike high school you are in college pretty much by choice. High school if someone was nice, it didn't matter quite as much as the status. Now, things might be different and different schools, like Clemson (I'll have to ask Kimie). College is definitely a transition, but I don't think some people realize the changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113811377611461398?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113811377611461398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113811377611461398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113811377611461398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113811377611461398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/reputation.html' title='Reputation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113777028260071559</id><published>2006-01-20T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:41:24.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya don't ask!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog is dedicated to all my friends. I realized hearing story after story that men are scum and, well they aren't suave. Take for instance one of my friends, we'll call her *Beatrice. Beatrice and I, coincedentally enough have dated the same guy. Not at the same time ar anything like that. I dated him about a year before she did. This guy, we'll call *Mark. Mark was...a character. He though he was God's gift to women (several at the same time I found out). Well, Beatrice quickly learned her lesson. This guy actually asked her if they could "make sweet whoopie" When she first told me this I was in pure shock "make sweet whoopie?" seriously? After the initial shock I could do nothing but...laugh. And I still laugh histerically even now. After asking her 4 times if she was being serious, I began to believe he really said this trying to be sexy. Ok, well...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt; Beatrice doesn't do that...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt; Even if she was on the fence, I doubt, as appealing as his invitation sounded, that would persuade her anyway. He also thought that randomly biting her would be hot...he had braces. Also, for every time he asked her to make "sweet whoopie" (yes, i'm afraid more than once) he wanted to in the "king tut position" I ask again...seriously? what does this mean? Am I just naive and I don't know what this is? Or is it possible that this term was used around the time "making whoopie" was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a heart may not always come in handy. Take my other friend...*Jessica. Jessica pitied this poor loser who didn't have a prom date, we'll call him *Floyd. She ended up having to go on a date with him...although in her mind it wasn't a date. Now this is the guy that's overly nice and thinks he's romantic. He invited himself in her house, asked to see her room, she said no, but he went in her room anyway, jumped on the bed and patted it...*insert nervous laughter* Poor Jessica finally rounded him in the living room where he wanted to watch a movie...there was no getting rid of this guy. He then proceded to try to hold her hand and smell her ear, then asked "Is this Ok?" Ok, now that's 2 guys that have asked really stupid questions. If you have to ask, it already ISN'T going to happen. Needless to say she was thoroughly disgusted, jumped off the couch shouting we're just friends. Also, prom night he asked her if she was ok? because he could tell when she was happy by the "sparkle in her eyes." Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll add more to this blog when I can think of it. I was tired of writing the same blog about myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Names have been changed to protect the nasty and the violated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113777028260071559?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113777028260071559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113777028260071559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113777028260071559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113777028260071559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/ya-dont-ask.html' title='Ya don&apos;t ask!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113753293303937156</id><published>2006-01-17T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:22:13.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;suppose to fall so easily into place? Doesn't seem like they are! So on my list of things to do this week, was to call my cousin. She works as an RN at the Anderson Hospital. I was going to see if she could give me some kind of info. on the Radiology program that the Anderson Hospital offers. Well, I was going to call her Friday, BUT today she calls my mom at work to give her the phone number of the lady who coordinates the program. My cousin also mentioned they come out making like $30 an hr. My mom gave me her number and I called her while the phones were down at work. She said I called just in time, all applications have to be in by Feb. 28th. She's mailing out a packet of info today including the application. I have to finish it ASAP and I could be accepted into the program in July of this year. Crazy, huh? I'm so excited but so scared I won't get accepted.   :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113753293303937156?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113753293303937156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113753293303937156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113753293303937156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113753293303937156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-things.html' title='Are things...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113743261198061838</id><published>2006-01-16T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:34:07.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Things I forgot to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finally got Trey's myspace almost finished, it lacks pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sushi tonight, can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. April got me addicted to a new kind of pretzal...like honey mustard or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm an emotional basketcase :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113743261198061838?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113743261198061838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113743261198061838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113743261198061838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113743261198061838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/and.html' title='And...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113743140148868209</id><published>2006-01-16T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:23:56.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok, sorry I haven't posted in a couple of days, but I actually had a social life! haha. Trey came home Friday, we ate enchiladas at my house, then went to his house to hang out with Ryan and April, his parents and his grandma. Me and his dad were on the same team, then Ryan and his grandma. We played Rook...which I am starting to get really good at! It's a lot of fun, and a family tradition for them, the get all into it, it's so cute actaully. Anways, we played cards until 1 in the morning and Trey took me home and I just crashed. BUT we had to be up early to take the infested cats to the vet. We waited around the bank for someone to fax a Bill of Sale so Trey could sell his boat. The punks never faxed it, so we finally left. We went to Firehouse (aw yea, I had me a Hook and Ladder, and Jena you are right that is a dang good sub, even though my favorite will always be the Engine Company sub.) Anyways, we hung out took a nap and Trey went back home to get his boat ready to sell. I went to get him and then we went out to dinner. We decided to try out the new Eddie Spaghetti place. I give 2 thumbs up. Very good. After that we rented Phantom of the Opera, which we didn't really get into so we stopped it when Ryan called. We went to Ryan and April's to hang out, watched a little Friends...Ryan and April have recently fallen under the "Friends" spell!!! YAY! They are starting to collect the seasons. They have 8,9,10 so far. I told them I have them all and we talked up a Friends storm while Trey rolled his eyes. He's going to become a fanatic if it kills me! Well, we decided to watch "Limony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events", which I loved. I bought it, but hadn't actually watched it until Saturday. After the movie April and I talked for like 2 hours while the guys had their "guy talk" in the next room. haha. Sunday was just lazy like always. All of us had lunch at Trey's parents' house, Salmon, baked potato, salad...mmm mmm. Trey's dad can cook up some Salmon! Well, in the middle of lunch the guy came to look at the boat, so Trey took him out on the lake...I passed, way too cold...and I looked for a bill of sale online. I finally found one and took it to him. The guy bought the boat for his son, that must be nice! Then we went to my house, hung out till church went to Firehouse again to please Trey's bottomless pit then back to my house to watch "Something's Gotta Give". Then he left and went home to get some sleep before his drive this morning..he got up at like 4 in the morning...I don't think so, I wouldn't do that in a million years. Anyways, that's a re-cap of my weekend. All the stuff I won on Ebay is starting to come in! yay. I love Ebay, but I have to chill before I go broke. No school today for MLK day! That ryhmed. Well I'm going home after work to read a little Wicked, have a nice, warm dinner and go to bed early for the vicious cycle starts this week. Only 3 days of school this week though, so it's all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113743140148868209?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113743140148868209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113743140148868209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113743140148868209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113743140148868209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-school.html' title='No School!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113701527780274532</id><published>2006-01-11T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:24:14.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So this is how my life breaks down until April 27th. I go to work from 9-5 then 2 classes from 5:40 to 8:40 Monday through Thrusday. I get home around 9:15 and I'm ready to crash. How am I going to have time to do homework AND sleep which I love so dearly? I bought my books today and only had to pay $120...my scholarship covered $150. So total of the books: $270. *phew* Exactly when did it get so expensive to print &lt;em&gt;paperback&lt;/em&gt; books? Oh wait, it didn't they just like to suck ALL the money out of students with no regard of the fact that they have to pay tuition, possibly rent, car payments, insurance, bills, etc. Anyways, I am so dreading psychology. Just looking at my professor makes me wanna die, especially because he sports a velvet blazer (oh no). I'm not even sure how I'll have time to eat anymore. If things get bad I'm just going to have to tell James I can't come into work until 10:00, I mean a girl has to sleep...and eat...and study...without a social life. Although, social life can be left for Friday, I don't have school on Fridays! Woo Hoo! That is probably the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; good thing about Trey coming home every other weekend. I doubt I would have time to see him except on the weekends anyway. Well, enough of my mindless bitching, I just need to realized that life is going to suck for a little while, and I just need to work my butt off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113701527780274532?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113701527780274532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113701527780274532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113701527780274532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113701527780274532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-this-is-life.html' title='So this is life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113692569934674251</id><published>2006-01-10T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:26:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*Ding Ding* Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So I have my next 2 classes tonight. English 101 with Ms. Swanson and HIS 202 (American History 1877-Present) I'm excited English and history are my strengths. I got an e-mail at work from a customer named Carl Woodcock and said he hopes I and my co-workers choke to death laughing at the fact that his order got messed up...not our fault. The Kris told me about some guy from her hometown named Glasscock. Poor folks. Bethany and I had a discussion on how people got last names like that. Were their ancestors the first to make glass or wood dildos? makes you wonder. Anyways enough of the dirtiness, I had a nice little lunch at my favorite place Pendleton Cafe with one of my favorite places - Jena. She said she would help me out with psych when I needed it, cause well she's like a genius. And, she asked me to give her a name for her phone and I said Sex Panther...she was typing it in when T9 word (and if you dont know what that is you don't own a cell phone) took over and typed in "Panties" for her, so that is the story of how Jena's phone got named...not Sex Panther, but Sex Panties. Well, I am just dirty today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113692569934674251?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113692569934674251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113692569934674251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113692569934674251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113692569934674251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/ding-ding-round-2.html' title='*Ding Ding* Round 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113682013308736547</id><published>2006-01-09T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:32:46.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;School starts today. Oh gee, I can't wait. I am SO tired, I'm not taking Sunday naps again! I was tired, but then started thinking about school, and the more I thought the longer I stayed up, I read a little bit of Wicked, and then finally went to sleep. I can't believe I have 3 hours of non-stop class, clearly I did not think this through. Work all day, school all evening then go home to collapse. Maybe it won't be that bad. Today's classes: CPT 170 from 5:40 to 7:05 and Psy 201 from 7:15 to 8:40. What a snooze-fest. Tomorrow I have the more interesting classes English and History. So this weekend was boring, I did literally nothing, unless you count my uncontrollable urge to be on Ebay something, although I did read alot in Wicked this weekend. I'm more than halfway done, even though by now, I should have been long done and halfway through another book. Ah laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113682013308736547?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113682013308736547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113682013308736547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113682013308736547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113682013308736547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School :('/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113649273794126699</id><published>2006-01-05T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:33:21.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;are weird. This morning I'm all pissed and depressed...just read the previous blog and now I'm all upbeat..although here are probably the reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just had coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my classes in order (i got Ms. Swanson for Eng. 101!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get to hang out with my girls tomorrow night and exchange really late Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so productive at work. Kris (my co-worker) told me that when offices aren't cold employees have a higher productivity rate. I'm finding out this is very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my advisor at school sucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113649273794126699?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113649273794126699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113649273794126699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113649273794126699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113649273794126699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/mood-swings.html' title='Mood swings'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113647613218038623</id><published>2006-01-05T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:33:45.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;SUCK. Why is it only girls have to deal with these things? And men don't understand what's it's like at all! We're up we're down we're like a freakin one-woman circus. I mean this week alone I've cried like 7 times. I'm tired of morons that call in at work, I'm tired of people pissing me off, I'm tired of getting upset for no reason and im tired. Bethany and I were having this conversation this morning. She was telling me that she's cried everyday since saturday at least twice, once because Jena wanted to go running and again for no reason. I cried because my blanket wouldn't fold right. I've cried once because I put the shoes on the the wrong feet. Now most men might think this behavior crazy, but I would like to challenge them to grow a uterus and other female apparatus. Let's see how well you can take the hormones, the cramps, the pain and misery. I might just be exaggerating, but AM I? AM I? I honestly feel bad for Trey at this point, but I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113647613218038623?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113647613218038623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113647613218038623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113647613218038623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113647613218038623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/hormones.html' title='Hormones...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113643120369630155</id><published>2006-01-04T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:34:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;ADDICTIVE! I've bid on like 7 things tonight, I really hope I don't win them all. They each have like 2 days left so the likelihood of that is like zip. If I do win and don't want it I can always not pay, wait for them to relist and to avoid bad feedback tell them I was out of town on a family emergency and didn't have access to a computer....if it matters that much. ANYWAYS, I bought JJ The Little Mermaid for Christmas off of Ebay. I won it on like Dec. 1st...he didn't ship it for 3 weeks, even though I paid immediately and I didn't receive it for Christmas. I acutally received it today. I already filed for a refund from the bum and got it, and NOW it shows up. I am REALLY tempted to keep it, but that's pretty wrong. Dont you think? Anyway, someone make me stop bidding, I need to save money! I get paid tomorrow, so I'm not worried about it. Ok, I'm going to take a shower, then off to bed. Talk to you cats later and look out for Ebay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113643120369630155?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113643120369630155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113643120369630155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113643120369630155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113643120369630155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/ebay-is.html' title='Ebay is...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113639238725369482</id><published>2006-01-04T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:34:22.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack and pretzel sticks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/pretzel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/pretzel.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Well I finally took down my little Christmas tree! I know, how redneck of me to keep it up so long. I'm freezing at work, surprise. All I want to do is go home crawl in my nice warm bed, watch some Friends and take a nap. Taking Monday off helped make my week go by faster but I'm ready for the weekend, although who isn't? I'm convinced pretzel sticks are laced with crack or something. They are so addictive I can't stop eating them. I'm craving coffee, but I really shouldn't, makes me too jittery, evidence of previous posts. These pretzel sticks kind of taste like mint...weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113639238725369482?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113639238725369482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113639238725369482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113639238725369482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113639238725369482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/crack-and-pretzel-sticks.html' title='Crack and pretzel sticks'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113631384870480246</id><published>2006-01-03T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:34:38.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God works in mysterious ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Whether you believe it or not, it happens. Here's the dilemma: I registered early for classes, signed up for 4. Then I thought, well I'm working, taking night classes, what if it's all just too much? I reduced my schedule to just 3 classes, englishm, psych and a computer class. Well, literally the day after all this I get a letter in the mail saying I have the Life scholarship, which is great. Or is it? I called my advisor the next day and she tells me that she's leaving and everyone's on break and I have to wait until registration on Jan. 3rd. Well I go there today, which is indeed Jan 3rd. My advisor tells me it's not until tomorrow, January 4th, but to go to the financial aid place anyway just to see. I wait in a line for like 45 mins only to have Miss 80's tell me that thre's nothing I can do, all my classes will be dropped. So here I am leaving, pissed, upset because I have to come back in the morning, bright and early, wait for 3 hrs. for something so simple. AND I might not even get in the classes I need at the times I need them. So I'm balling on the phone with Trey, he makes me feel a little better and I'm going back to work, we say bye and right then my phone starts ringing. It's a Pendleton number...I pick up and it's a lady from school telling me she had to cancel one of my classes because I'm the only one signed up haha. Then she asks me if I want her to put me in another class. I tell her what happened so she says, hey why don't I put you in 2 classes to fill up your schedule and you can change them later if you don't want them, that way we can get your scholarship in place and you can keep the classes you need. I'm blown away. So we set up 2 more classes and I'm going back after work to get everything squared away. My first thought was wow God was looking out for me. I can't believe how good he is to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113631384870480246?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113631384870480246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113631384870480246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113631384870480246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113631384870480246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/god-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='God works in mysterious ways'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113630697786697836</id><published>2006-01-03T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:35:01.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops, I forgot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/nye50b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/ny.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/ny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/ny.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113630697786697836?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113630697786697836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113630697786697836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630697786697836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630697786697836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/woops-i-forgot.html' title='Woops, I forgot...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113630526541019079</id><published>2006-01-03T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:35:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charleston..."It's the humidity!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Charleston this weekend was alot of fun! Trey and I got some alone time together and I LOVE his condo. He's so good at picking stuff out and making it work together. It's still has a ways to go but he has such great ideas. I bought Cash a scratching post so he won't tear the condo to shreds. Saturday night we watched "From Hell" with Johnny Depp...I don't get that movie really, I think I missed something. We ended up falling asleep, and said "Happy New Year" at 12:01...woops. Trey doesn't have his cable set up yet so we didn't really count down. Sunday was just a laaazy day we fell asleep after lunch, went downtown at night to walk around, got rained on a little which of course made my hair do crazy things and Trey got to see what humidity does to my hair. "It's the humidity!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/sushi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/sushi.0.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And I got some saltwater taffy for JJ and some for myself. She was pretty excited. Anyways, Monday was another rainy day, we had lunch and I had to say goodbye, which kills me every time. Weird how you can see someone all weekend and that makes you miss them even more afterward. The drive home was uneventful and boring and pretty much depressing. Although Monday night cheered me up a little. I met JJ and Phillip for Sushi...made a mistake ordering, but I don't wanna talk about it! haha. let's just say we ate ALOT of sushi, but we showed them what's up! After that we went to Phillip's apt. and did what we always do...absolutely nothing. We laughed too much which made my already full stomach hurt even more, but I needed it. What would I do without my friends? Man I miss Charleston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113630526541019079?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113630526541019079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113630526541019079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630526541019079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630526541019079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/charlestonits-humidity.html' title='Charleston...&quot;It&apos;s the humidity!&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113630299747241340</id><published>2006-01-03T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:35:52.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wild Mouse 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/vx5200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/400/vx5200.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So Friday night I get into Charleston and I turn my phone off, but then I went to send a text message and turn it back on and I had some weird welcome screen I had never seen before. Instead of the Verizon one I got an LG welcome. That's when a message popped up saying "Initial Programming Needed"...well that was weird. So I turn it on and off again...nothing. So Saturday I take it by the Verizon store, and surprise they can't fix it. But, I was eligible for an upgrade, so I picked out that little beauty up there. She's the LG VX5200 and her name: The Wild Mouse 2. I love her already. She has some sucky ringtones, but that can be fixed. I did add unlimited txt messaging to verizon customers cause Trey kept making me go over. haha. So that was one thing that happened while in Charleston. The Wild Mouse 1 had a good run, and I will miss him dearly. He was 3 years old and lived a long happy life. I'm just going to take a moment of silence for Wild Mouse 1, you helped me stay connected haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113630299747241340?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113630299747241340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113630299747241340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630299747241340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113630299747241340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2006/01/wild-mouse-2.html' title='The Wild Mouse 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113597406191932990</id><published>2005-12-30T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:36:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 things on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. "I'm sending a letter to the Better Business Bureau" "I'm calling the BBB to complain" blah...blah...blah....I hear one of the 2 phrases everyday. This guy just said that because he was on our mailing list and we're annoying. Yea well he annoyed me. You know what I say? Screw 'em. I'm going to let you in on a little secret...you have to be in the BBB for something to happen when you complain. That's all I'm saying on that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Firehouse Subs for dinner. Lord yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get to see Trey tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray I don't go crazy from the drive..."bring your nerves of steel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113597406191932990?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113597406191932990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113597406191932990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113597406191932990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113597406191932990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-things-on-my-mind.html' title='3 things on my mind'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113596467724024667</id><published>2005-12-30T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:36:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby It's Cold Outside...and Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Not only is it cold outside but it's cold in here too. Why do people insist on keeping an office cold in the Winter. Here at this office we have to wear coats all year long...because someone is not familiar with something...that something is 75 degrees! It stays like 70 degrees in the winter and 60-65 in the summer...no wonder we have no money, we have to pay a huge electric bill. And 60 degrees? I can tell you a couple of things that could cut glass in here...even in the summer time. Anyways, some scary redneck came in my office trying to return something, you do that by mail people! And here I am alone because Kris took the day off, Scott is out to lunch, Cathy's still on vacation and James...well God only knows. And the guy said he would come back to check up on his return...when I have to get his replacement shipped out of New York and I told him I would call him...so why is he coming back? I locked the doors. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/middleeton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SO...CHARLESTON TODAY! who's excited?? I AM! I'm leaving after work to go to Charleston to see Trey. I can't wait! I really don't think we've ever seen each other 2 weekends in a row. I get to see his new condo and my favorite little kitty Cash. I need to wrap Trey's dad's birthday present up tonight. I got him a sprinkler and some traffic cones...so no one hits the sprinkler. And about this time (if you aren't familiar with the infamous sprinkler story), you might be scratching your heads. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PART II:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice fall day in September, my parents were out of town...in Charleston that weekend actually so Stephanie went to chruch alone cause Steve called and was like, Trey came in town for a funeral, why dont you go to chruch and sit with him. (remember this is before Trey and I started dating) So I was like ok I'll go sit with the hottie and break the ice. Well I get there and he's no where to be found and I sit on my family's pew...alone...causing the church to stare at me...all service, or maybe I imagined that part. Anyways, after church Trey's peach of a mother asks me to lunch...and with Brian having eaten everything in the house since the parents were gone, I gladly accepted. It was then I learn that Trey had gone back just before church to go to Charleston and...wakeboard...*GASP*! I know, I know, he put wakeboarding before Almighty God. Sorry Trey, you know I had to put that in here, and I am kidding. So yea, he left to go wakeboarding...men have some priorities, huh? So anyways, it was an awesome lunch with his parnents, grandparents, and brother and his wife April Dixon, who if you know her is a total sweetheart. The bizare-ness of this is that I was already hanging with his family and we weren't even dating..yet. The Lord works in mysterious ways. So anyways, right when I was leaving I tried to back down the driveway. Now, two things went wrong here...&lt;br /&gt;A. If you know me, this might have been a challenge from the get-go&lt;br /&gt;B. If you know Trey's driveway it's a really hard driveway to back down! (so part of it was not my lousy driving)&lt;br /&gt;Still, to this day I don't know the exact placement of the sprinkler, but it was in fact in my line of fire. And yes, I ran over it and squashed it dead. BUT I didn't know I did this until 3 weeks later (Trey and I are dating at this point) I went to his house for the first time...with him...and we had lunch with the whole entourage again. At this point, Ryan Trey's other brother take this time to reveal the embarassing story that I had no idea about. I'm sure I turned every shade of red and I wanted to die. Trey's sweetheart of a dad said, "It's ok I didn't like that sprinkler anyway, and it didn't work right." Which prompted Ryan to say "After Stephanie it really doesn't work" HA...HA...SO after that it has been an ongoing joke that Stephanie cannot drive because of the sprinkler. SO ANYWAYS that is the significance of the gift. Ok well for now I must get back to work because if someone doesn't input those numbers...it doesn't make much of a difference"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113596467724024667?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113596467724024667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113596467724024667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113596467724024667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113596467724024667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/baby-its-cold-outsideand-inside.html' title='Baby It&apos;s Cold Outside...and Inside'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113587734102635685</id><published>2005-12-29T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:36:59.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books a million</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/wicked.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I LOVE books, I got a lot of them for Christmas. I got "Memoirs of a Geisha", "Their Eyes were watching God", Trey got me "Mirror, Mirror", Harry Potter 3 (to complete my collection, somehow I was missing my favorite HP book!) "Girl With a Pearl Earring", and I bought myself some books (only b/c the bookstore in the mall is going out of business and everything was 40% off :) ) I got "Where the Heart Is", "Watership Down", "War of the Worlds", and "Why Do Men Have Nipples?" (it's very entertaining). I'm currently reading "Wicked" b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/mirror.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;y Gregory Maguire. It's SO good! It's a completely different view of the wicked Witch of the West. It shows her as a child, then college years with her roommate...Glinda. I'm only halfway through, but it's really good, it makes you like the wicked witch of the west. All of Gregory Maguire's books take a different view on classic fairy tales told the same way over and over and over again with little details changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/confessions.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/confessions.jpg" width="88" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt; He creates a new world, and an all new spin on the stories we grew up on with a little sexual humor, politics and drama. "Wicked" was his first book, I believe, He's also written "Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister" (a Cinderella story from the perspective of the ugly stepsister, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/sonofawitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/sonofawitch.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;think and the curses Cinderella goes through being beautiful), There's "Mirror, Mirror" a Snow White story, "Son of a Witch", a sequal to "Wicked", it's about the Wicked witch of the West's son, and "Lost". To see what these books are all about go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gregorymaguire.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.gregorymaguire.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;. You won't be sorry! Ok, sorry to advertise again today but cut me some slack, Outdoor Interactive can be very boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113587734102635685?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113587734102635685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113587734102635685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113587734102635685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113587734102635685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/books-million.html' title='Books a million'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113582607706526627</id><published>2005-12-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:37:16.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Low-fat Chocolate bars and Stevie Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/pudge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/pudge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;So I found the best chocolate bars with only 60 calories (0 from fat), 3 carbs (you subtract the sugar alcohol and fiber from total amt. of carbs), and they still taste de-lish!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Nutrition facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition FactsServing Size 1 Bar (75g)Servings Per Container 6&lt;br /&gt;Amount Per Serving&lt;br /&gt;Calories 60 Calories from Fat 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Fat 0g&lt;br /&gt;Saturated Fat 0g&lt;br /&gt;Trans Fat 0g&lt;br /&gt;Cholesterol 0mg&lt;br /&gt;Sodium 40mg&lt;br /&gt;Total Carbohydrates 18g&lt;br /&gt;Dietary Fiber 6g&lt;br /&gt;Sugars 3g&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Alchol 9g&lt;br /&gt;Protein 5g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a whole line of ice cream bars, ice cream cones, ice cream sandwiches and brownies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love. Anyways, enough of that. But seriously, go to the store, frozen food section, snag a box. MM MM!...I'm really not high, it's just that I'm eating one of these right now and decided to promote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nopudge.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.nopudge.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Stevie Wonder doesn't have anything to do with it except that I'm listening to "Superstition".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113582607706526627?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113582607706526627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113582607706526627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113582607706526627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113582607706526627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/low-fat-chocolate-bars-and-stevie.html' title='Low-fat Chocolate bars and Stevie Wonder'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113578974743070901</id><published>2005-12-28T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:37:40.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the sleep...and caffeine jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/miller1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/miller1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm at work, bored and it's raning and thundering. I love when it rains! This sound could lull me to sleep. Speaking of sleep, boy did I get some last night! (sleep that is...you perverts) I took a shower and just crashed on my bed at like 7:45, woke up at nine, brushed the pearly whites and crashed again until this morning at like 8. I went to bed early and I was still late to work...surprise. I am so excited about my new Vera bag I bought last night. I'm taking it with me to Charleston. I got the big Miller bag in my print-Chelsea Green...my favorite color is well, green if you didn't know. I'm drinking coffee for the first time in forever, I haven't had it since Kimie and I used to go to Pendleton Cafe. We haven't been there in forever either. We both decided it was too much for christmas time...although I don't even know where Kimie is these days, what with exams and the holidays, who knows! Ok well, for now I'm getting back to my Grande Mocha Light and work. Oh and by the way, coffee might have been a bad idea...I never drink anything but water and now im all shaky from the coffee, I look like I'm on speed. (Not that I would know what that's like) but anyway, Talk to you cats later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113578974743070901?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113578974743070901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113578974743070901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113578974743070901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113578974743070901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-sleepand-caffeine-jitters.html' title='Oh the sleep...and caffeine jitters'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113561018530582245</id><published>2005-12-26T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:38:02.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work...all i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/shoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;who has to work the day after Christmas? I mean seriously...oh wait that's me. Yea here I am freezing at work..although I'm in my new, fabulous argyle sweater from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/show1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/320/show1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Trey and my new chocolate brown Sperry's. I love them. So how was everyone's Christmas?? mine was great! Trey is so good at buying presents, you have no idea. I got 3 books I wanted, this argyle sweater, an argyle scarf, and the most beautiful shoes I've ever seen in my life. (the ones over there) I picked them out in Charleston at &lt;strong&gt;Nine West&lt;/strong&gt; when Kimie and I went down and have been in love with them ever since. I was going to order them online this month, but no need! Anyways, Brian got me some Rolling Stones CDs, the parents got me the Sperry's, some sweaters and a book. Keavy got me a sweatshirt blanket, and a book. In case you haven't noticed, I love shoes and books! anyways, I wish I wasn't at work! I wish I was at home with Trey! :( Merry day after Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113561018530582245?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113561018530582245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113561018530582245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113561018530582245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113561018530582245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/work-work-workall-i-do.html' title='work work work...all i do'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113544709787715968</id><published>2005-12-24T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:38:27.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/christmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/christmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Merry Christmas Eve you guys!! Hope you have a good one, and I hope tomorrow you have a great Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113544709787715968?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113544709787715968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113544709787715968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113544709787715968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113544709787715968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113544673405978950</id><published>2005-12-24T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:38:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I know this is a little late, but look at the flowers Trey sent me last time he was in town! (Dec. 8th) ok sorry, just had to show them off cause they are so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113544673405978950?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113544673405978950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113544673405978950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113544673405978950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113544673405978950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/little-late.html' title='a little late...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113518917783156370</id><published>2005-12-21T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:39:13.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts, Firehouse and work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here I am at work...bored. I have decided against taking a lunch break lately..&lt;br /&gt;A. because JJ works all the time now and I can't see her for lunch...and Kimie has dropped off the face of the earth I believe...&lt;br /&gt;B. I get paid more&lt;br /&gt;C. who knows, maybe I'll get in some overtime and get paid even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not that greedy I swear, I just spent alot of money lately. I'm glad I have a scholarship or else school wouldn't happen this semester! I'm so proud all of my Christmas presents for everyone were bought and wrapped up like weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually dressed up for work today...a christmas-y green shirt with my new scarf and Columbia jacket. I have earrings on and everthing..I'll bet my coworkers are like jeez, she's a girl today. Ususally I go breezing in in my clemson t-shirts, sweatpants and flip flops. I brought everyone sugar cookies at work today! They are so freakin good, you have no idea. Sugar Cookies with Buttercream icing. MM MM. Ok anyway, enough of making you jealous of my cookies. Hopefully my next blog will have a pic of me and Trey and Cash! Then you can see how gorgeous Trey is...in case you didn't already know! haha. Cya for now, There's nothing in my life left to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113518917783156370?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113518917783156370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113518917783156370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113518917783156370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113518917783156370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/gifts-firehouse-and-work.html' title='gifts, Firehouse and work'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20039112.post-113510141066838368</id><published>2005-12-20T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:39:36.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/1600/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5767/1995/200/kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ok! my first blog...where do I begin? Well, Christmas is less than a week away...4 more days! Tomorrow is the first day of Winter...the Winter Solstice if you will. Shortest day and longest night. And also, coincedentally my mom's birthday...Happy 44th Sandra! or 43rd? I forget. I just found out I get Thursday and Friday off work instead of Friday and Monday :( Oh well. Trey's coming home early...on Thursday and bringing little Cash home for his first Christmas! Yes, there's the little devil over there. New Year's plans? going to Charleston to spend New Year's with Trey (and Cash), and I get to see his new condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20039112-113510141066838368?l=sctigergirl81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/feeds/113510141066838368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20039112&amp;postID=113510141066838368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113510141066838368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20039112/posts/default/113510141066838368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sctigergirl81.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11644125733844048396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://myspace-424.vo.llnwd.net/01278/42/49/1278029424_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
