<?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-19834553</id><updated>2011-12-23T03:35:14.804Z</updated><category term='Frivolity'/><category term='Trips'/><category term='Mavs'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Jack Bauer'/><category term='Audio'/><category term='Bushisms'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='&quot;it was amazing&quot;'/><category term='Retractions'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Ridiculous'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Threats'/><category term='On Notice'/><category term='London'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='West Dean'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Short Letters'/><title type='text'>A Momentary Lapse of Reason</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog devoted to useless dribble, incoherent thoughts and general ridiculousness.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>517</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1867567775263152480</id><published>2011-07-04T20:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:29:43.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.....and I'm in Northern Ireland. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; I celebrated by eating a hamburger and a piece of raspberry cheesecake. Maybe not the most American of meals but pretty close considering my current location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations continued by visiting my local Starbucks where I had a salted pecan and caramel square....doesn't get much more American than that....unless it's Kraft Singles on a piece of apple pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My celebrations have concluded with knitting a chicken, one of America's favorite past times. All in all a pretty good day. Happy 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1867567775263152480?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1867567775263152480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1867567775263152480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1867567775263152480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1867567775263152480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-297857473925669819</id><published>2010-11-22T20:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:35:57.555Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember the last time I blogged?</title><content type='html'>I don't....just thought I would check and make sure blogger hadn't chucked my blog in the bin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-297857473925669819?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/297857473925669819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=297857473925669819&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/297857473925669819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/297857473925669819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/remember-last-time-i-blogged.html' title='Remember the last time I blogged?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1297173691201685571</id><published>2010-07-26T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T14:23:32.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I deposited a check into my bank account through my iPhone!!!!!! How crazy is that?! I took a picture of the front and back of the check and the magic person in my phone read the check and put it in my bank account! Crazy!!!!!!! Way to go Chase!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1297173691201685571?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1297173691201685571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1297173691201685571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1297173691201685571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1297173691201685571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in magic?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1239050632513456610</id><published>2010-07-12T05:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T05:22:37.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I love....</title><content type='html'>...pets with people names. I don't know why but I find great joy in meeting an animal with a human name. I had a cat named Bernard, another one named Norman and we had a dog named Ben. ALL GREAT NAMES! I tried to get my mom to name our newest cat Kevin....what did her and my niece end up naming him? "Kitty"....not nearly as good as Kevin. I'm just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1239050632513456610?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1239050632513456610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1239050632513456610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1239050632513456610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1239050632513456610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-i-love.html' title='Something I love....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2434186499507386448</id><published>2010-07-07T04:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T04:25:55.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days!</title><content type='html'>My fellowship in Iowa ends in 4 days! I can't believe how fast the time has gone it's crazy! I am really going to miss this job. I will admit that Ames is not the most exciting of places but there is something to be said for having fantastic people to work with. It makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I leave on Saturday to go back to Texas. I think this fellowship has been the beginning of good things for me. Hopefully I'm right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2434186499507386448?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2434186499507386448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2434186499507386448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2434186499507386448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2434186499507386448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-days.html' title='4 days!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3649932199981625557</id><published>2010-07-05T13:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T13:41:01.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of good news</title><content type='html'>Well last week I got an email saying I have an interview with the Derry &amp;amp; Raphoe Diocesan Library Project....this is the place I've been to twice to work for free in Northern Ireland. This time I'm interviewing for a 1 year position that is paid! Imagine! Anyway, the interview is on the 16th so I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3649932199981625557?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3649932199981625557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3649932199981625557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3649932199981625557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3649932199981625557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/bit-of-good-news.html' title='A bit of good news'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2489303781990768305</id><published>2010-07-03T00:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:33:23.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Speciality Blogs</title><content type='html'>So my boss has a food blog called &lt;a href="http://midwesternexposure.wordpress.com/"&gt;Midwestern Exposure&lt;/a&gt;, Annalise has a kick ass food blog &lt;a href="http://midwesternexposure.wordpress.com/"&gt;And Now For Something Completely Delicious&lt;/a&gt;.....maybe I need a specialty blog of some sort. The questions is what could I blog about? I realize this would knock my total number of blogs up to 3, but still it would be nice to have a very focused blog. One where the main theme remains the same. The only thing I can come up with right not is to do a bookbinding blog, but I don't think I do enough of that to constitute a whole blog. Anyway, this is just something I've been thinking about....that and ice cream. Think I'll go get some of that......maybe I could write a blog devoted to tacos, that could even be the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2489303781990768305?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2489303781990768305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2489303781990768305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2489303781990768305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2489303781990768305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/speciality-blogs.html' title='Speciality Blogs'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3139366117173369935</id><published>2010-06-27T23:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:02:58.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 for the price of 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCfYmXoraEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/VedtB_LNSQ8/s1600/5150025525.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCfYmXoraEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/VedtB_LNSQ8/s400/5150025525.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487592824665499714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I admit I'm not one of those grocery shoppers who stares intently at the little checkout screen carefully monitoring the scanning of each and every item. I'm that annoying person on the phone or the person explaining how that bunch of green stuff is cilantro not flat parsley. Well as I was looking though my receipt on the bus on my way home today and was surprised to see I had been charged twice for my Jif Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Honey peanut butter! I mean in the grand scale paying an extra $2.22 isn't the end of the world but now I'm wondering how often this happens? Every time I go to the store? Half the time? Either way this adds up to many jars of peanut butter I'm paying for and not eating! And I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER! Anyway, maybe not I will pay closer attention...hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3139366117173369935?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3139366117173369935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3139366117173369935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3139366117173369935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3139366117173369935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-for-price-of-2.html' title='1 for the price of 2!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCfYmXoraEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/VedtB_LNSQ8/s72-c/5150025525.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6017067894030211241</id><published>2010-06-25T04:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T04:31:00.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TJ?!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So there are all these ads for the new MTV "TJ" as in Twitter Jockey....seriously?! They are going to pay some lucky jerk $100,000 to tweet like a mother all year long! AM I the only one who thinks that's crazy?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6017067894030211241?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6017067894030211241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6017067894030211241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6017067894030211241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6017067894030211241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/tj.html' title='TJ?!!!!!!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-7518220078023514620</id><published>2010-06-23T02:33:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T02:55:06.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin' time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have a lot of time these days....maybe too much time. Last night I probably spent about two hours perusing &lt;a href="www.etsy.com"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt; stores. Here are some of my finds so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFooOq-ysI/AAAAAAAAA48/MOMw2AEk3YY/s1600/il_430xN.145137504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFooOq-ysI/AAAAAAAAA48/MOMw2AEk3YY/s400/il_430xN.145137504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485780861456403138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/SSSJ"&gt;Shelley's South Shore Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFoEdo90XI/AAAAAAAAA40/0bPnhvqLPhA/s1600/il_430xN.153094205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFoEdo90XI/AAAAAAAAA40/0bPnhvqLPhA/s400/il_430xN.153094205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485780246999191922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/carvelcountrysoaps"&gt;Carvel Country Soaps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFmtUnkrTI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OL56qyQ_R7E/s1600/il_430xN.139353937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFmtUnkrTI/AAAAAAAAA4s/OL56qyQ_R7E/s400/il_430xN.139353937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485778749928811826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/45392083/scandinavian-folk-a3-poster-print"&gt;Draw Pilgrim!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFmJJd_VCI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wEJS9GllIFs/s1600/il_430xN.152868454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFmJJd_VCI/AAAAAAAAA4k/wEJS9GllIFs/s400/il_430xN.152868454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485778128460534818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/BeadinBabe"&gt;Beadin Babe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFl_b28bqI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7fuNUcPPAIg/s1600/il_430xN.146439791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFl_b28bqI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7fuNUcPPAIg/s400/il_430xN.146439791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485777961598348962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/PoleStar"&gt;Polestar Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-7518220078023514620?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7518220078023514620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=7518220078023514620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7518220078023514620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7518220078023514620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/killin-time.html' title='Killin&apos; time'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TCFooOq-ysI/AAAAAAAAA48/MOMw2AEk3YY/s72-c/il_430xN.145137504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1665539181409525945</id><published>2010-06-20T03:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T04:00:49.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She-Ra Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TB1_AhvV54I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jHkDmwc-ix0/s1600/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TB1_AhvV54I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jHkDmwc-ix0/s400/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484679568240797570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my roommate has been doing the Men's Health "Spartacus" workout. I think I found the women's equivalent today...on accident. Hopefully I don't pay for it too dearly tomorrow. From now on I will be calling the Women's Health "endurance workout" the She-Ra Workout. Remember &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She-Ra"&gt;She-Ra&lt;/a&gt;? She was the Princess of Power, said to be the most powerful woman in the universe. If I had the strength to do this even three times a week I might be half the woman She-Ra was, you could call me She-Sti, or Shish-kum-ba, or just Kristi whatever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put a link to said workout but as I found out tonight half the links on the Women's Health website are broken....lame! It is in their magazine out right now that is just workouts if you are really interested. Basically I ended up doing sprints, jogging, walking, chasses, grapevines, push-ups, crunches, running up bleachers, I'm tired just thinking about it. She-Ra here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1665539181409525945?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1665539181409525945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1665539181409525945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1665539181409525945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1665539181409525945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-ra-workout.html' title='She-Ra Workout'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TB1_AhvV54I/AAAAAAAAA2M/jHkDmwc-ix0/s72-c/she-ra_princess_of_power_229_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6275665540183950833</id><published>2010-06-14T02:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:03:21.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TBWMtYRDreI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vDpyL6EQ_rs/s1600/il_430xN.151202970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TBWMtYRDreI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vDpyL6EQ_rs/s400/il_430xN.151202970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482442832629444066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something new! Two girls where I'm working were talking about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; store they are in love with. The store is called 3dots, you can look at it too if you go &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/3dots"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I bought this little birdie because I thought he was too cute to pass up. It was hard to choose, but he was the winner. I can't wait for him to arrive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6275665540183950833?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6275665540183950833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6275665540183950833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6275665540183950833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6275665540183950833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TBWMtYRDreI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vDpyL6EQ_rs/s72-c/il_430xN.151202970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8435695951362575312</id><published>2010-06-01T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:25:56.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gnomies</title><content type='html'>I went to Reiman Gardens today and saw lots of garden gnomes! Here are some of my favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/2050.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_2050.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This guy is the largest concrete gnome in America! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/2051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_2051.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this one looks like Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/2052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/31/s_2052.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a butterfly gnome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8435695951362575312?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8435695951362575312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8435695951362575312&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8435695951362575312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8435695951362575312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-gnomies.html' title='My Gnomies'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6627182286516588824</id><published>2010-05-30T04:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:17:38.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you spin pin?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TAHYe66ndvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/h7HeZT_3nVA/s1600/1800601_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TAHYe66ndvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/h7HeZT_3nVA/s400/1800601_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476896647582021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I saw ONE commercial for these babies and wanted them.....yes I know I am a serious marketing victim. At least I am aware of this. Anyway, the promise of being able to put my hair up with one little contraption that is less damaging than my usual hair tie was VERY enticing. So much so that I went out looking for this thing. I went to several Targets, 2 Walmarts, a Walgreens.....basically anywhere I go that has an isle with hair ties and bobby pins gets a once over. Several weeks later and I am still not the proud owner of this thing! Everywhere I look there are all these bobby pins and hair ties and one empty space with a little tag that says "NEW ITEM" and a blank hook where they used to be. Come on people! Get with it! Restock those babies! There's a sucker a'waitin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6627182286516588824?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6627182286516588824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6627182286516588824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6627182286516588824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6627182286516588824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-are-you-spin-pin.html' title='Where are you spin pin?!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/TAHYe66ndvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/h7HeZT_3nVA/s72-c/1800601_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-613510833057658547</id><published>2010-05-28T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:18:05.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reindeer Bones!</title><content type='html'>Today we had a workshop on how to make our own bonefolders from reindeer bones! So I took this bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/1720.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/s_1720.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turned it into this mini bonefolder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/1721.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/s_1721.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some our teacher made....they are so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/1722.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/27/s_1722.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-613510833057658547?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/613510833057658547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=613510833057658547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/613510833057658547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/613510833057658547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/reindeer-bones.html' title='Reindeer Bones!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6790374215006837238</id><published>2010-05-20T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:17:02.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ISU</title><content type='html'>Well it's day 5 in Ames, Iowa. So far so good. I have attended a 4 day conference on photograph conservation that blew my mind. Who knew there were a million photo processes! Well now I do. Today is my first day of real work so it's nice to be surrounded by things I know about. I will keep you posted....if I have any readers left :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Morrill%20Rd,Ames,United%20States%4042.027162%2C-93.648424&amp;z=10'&gt;Morrill Rd,Ames,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6790374215006837238?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6790374215006837238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6790374215006837238&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6790374215006837238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6790374215006837238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/isu.html' title='ISU'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3038044353430986202</id><published>2010-04-24T18:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:56:09.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got mail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/24/1055.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/24/s_1055.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a package from Annalise today! It was filled with lots of yummy goodies! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3038044353430986202?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3038044353430986202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3038044353430986202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3038044353430986202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3038044353430986202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-got-mail.html' title='I got mail!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-149915895314172459</id><published>2010-04-15T03:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T03:50:09.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap 10K!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/S8Z-yjXEAmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PzIC5IrZKJY/s1600/Cap10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/S8Z-yjXEAmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PzIC5IrZKJY/s400/Cap10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460191005183836770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jackie and I did it! We both completed the Cap10 10K run in Austin last weekend! Jackie actually had me write the following message on the back of her bib "Hi my name is Jackie. If I drop please call 555-555-5555 and ask for Martin Cummings." I also wrote "see back for emergency instructions" on the front of her bib just in case people didn't know to look on the back. Luckily the instructions were unnecessary :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-149915895314172459?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/149915895314172459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=149915895314172459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/149915895314172459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/149915895314172459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/cap-10k.html' title='Cap 10K!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/S8Z-yjXEAmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PzIC5IrZKJY/s72-c/Cap10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-239637422675083833</id><published>2010-04-05T04:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:06:08.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have been up to</title><content type='html'>I bought the fabric with the big circles and flowers in Derry and brought it home to make a quilt...here it is so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/2184.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/s_2184.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on this book about dragons. Full leather cover and leather onlays in the shape of a dragon tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/2185.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/s_2185.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped Kate and Jenna make "swaps" for Kate's girl scout troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/2186.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/s_2186.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and I went to a kite festival in Austin....it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/2187.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/04/s_2187.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-239637422675083833?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/239637422675083833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=239637422675083833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/239637422675083833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/239637422675083833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='Things I have been up to'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3954676196834715306</id><published>2010-01-03T07:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:10:00.378Z</updated><title type='text'>I hate that dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;So there's this blue heeler (a really ugly dog) that I have had a few runins with. By runins I mean to say that it runs after me growling and barking and bearing his teeth when I jog by. This has happened three times now. Usually he comes after me as I go by his house except today he ran all the way across his property and came at me from behind and my music was so loud I didn't hear him until he was right behind me. So I screamed and he came closer then without thinking I turned and screamed at him "get the $&amp;!@ away from me!" that got him to leave....luckily my dad wasn't outside to hear that little gem. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3954676196834715306?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3954676196834715306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3954676196834715306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3954676196834715306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3954676196834715306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-that-dog.html' title='I hate that dog!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-717299438569118474</id><published>2009-12-28T00:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:31:59.804Z</updated><title type='text'>I REALLY need a haircut!</title><content type='html'>So when Jackie tells you you need a haircut....you know it's necessary. Don't worry Jackie I'm not even a little bit offended, facts are facts. So I've been doing a little bit of a search for what I want and here's a couple haircuts I like so far....what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf6nBCsdoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Lo_hdDUehB8/s1600-h/drew-barrymore.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf6nBCsdoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Lo_hdDUehB8/s400/drew-barrymore.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076224765261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So with this one it's hard to actually see what the haircut looks like, but I like the style. And I like that she could probably put all of her hair back in a ponytail (a major must for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf67MTOGiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vxZzCNBVNqg/s1600-h/IMG_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf67MTOGiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/vxZzCNBVNqg/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076571384748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is a picture of Heidi on tv, I took a picture of her paused on my tv to get this one. I really like this cut, but some of the front layers are really short...would require bobby pins when ponytailing.....not desirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf6iX_ZKBI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hJKKv_2dkTQ/s1600-h/1926_1630_Simpson-Jessica-02-121503-lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf6iX_ZKBI/AAAAAAAAAwA/hJKKv_2dkTQ/s400/1926_1630_Simpson-Jessica-02-121503-lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420076145026082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks cute (obviously ignore the color as I will never have pink tips) but that aside it's a basic long bob, can't go wrong.....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine these hairstyles around a fatter, less perfect face and you will get me....any opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-717299438569118474?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/717299438569118474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=717299438569118474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/717299438569118474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/717299438569118474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-really-need-haircut.html' title='I REALLY need a haircut!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Szf6nBCsdoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Lo_hdDUehB8/s72-c/drew-barrymore.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1251421748268712351</id><published>2009-12-18T05:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:42:24.939Z</updated><title type='text'>Best Christmas Present EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SysVz5FtOWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yqxKYAOEDNM/s1600-h/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SysVz5FtOWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yqxKYAOEDNM/s400/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416446958085421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Jackie and I took our awesome road trip from Philly to Utah I was given the assignment of getting the first of many rounds of snacks. At a random gas station in Jersey I found these....aka the best pretzels ever and object of my obsession ever since. We're talking anytime I went into a random gas station, grocery store, I would do a quick scan on the snack aisle just in case they had somehow by some miracle landed on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months ago I went so far as to visit the Frito Lay web site to do some serious research on where I could get these babies. Turned out there were none within a 50 mile radius of my parents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No go forward several months and get Jackie on the case. She called the manufacturer, found out they were only sold east of the Mississippi river. Nope that didn't stop her, then she found a store in Jersey that sold them, then she called the store and had them set aside 10 bags! They were then picked up by her friend and mailed to Jackie who then wrapped the case of pretzels and gave them to me last night for Christmas!!!!!! Seriously! BEST GIFT EVER! To anyone who was planning on getting me something for Christmas, consider your gift topped.....but I will still accept them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1251421748268712351?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1251421748268712351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1251421748268712351&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1251421748268712351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1251421748268712351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-christmas-present-ever.html' title='Best Christmas Present EVER!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SysVz5FtOWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yqxKYAOEDNM/s72-c/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-463292257005936295</id><published>2009-12-17T04:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T04:48:21.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Boggle</title><content type='html'>So I downloaded Boggle on my iPhone yesterday....best $1.99 I've spent in a long time! I'm totally hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-463292257005936295?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/463292257005936295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=463292257005936295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/463292257005936295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/463292257005936295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/boggle.html' title='Boggle'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6628787215720065940</id><published>2009-12-13T16:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:58:00.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Heads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SyUdBmqTuwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WZQCI1nCfMI/s1600-h/11056_1247221535568_1080314863_779235_6507441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SyUdBmqTuwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WZQCI1nCfMI/s400/11056_1247221535568_1080314863_779235_6507441_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414766040377965314" 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/19834553-6628787215720065940?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6628787215720065940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6628787215720065940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6628787215720065940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6628787215720065940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/turkey-heads.html' title='Turkey Heads!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SyUdBmqTuwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/WZQCI1nCfMI/s72-c/11056_1247221535568_1080314863_779235_6507441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-199152576677531680</id><published>2009-12-13T05:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T05:07:00.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Frisco Frosty</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/12/932.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/09/12/12/s_932.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today Jackie, Jenny and I did the Frisco Frosty 5K. Jenny kicked some serious butt and Jackie and I managed to finish in respectable times. It was a good race and the perfect way to start a day that included a cookie exchange....less guilt that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-199152576677531680?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/199152576677531680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=199152576677531680&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/199152576677531680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/199152576677531680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/frisco-frosty.html' title='Frisco Frosty'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4570832097551130224</id><published>2009-12-10T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:49:06.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Mania</title><content type='html'>This morning I baked 8 dozen cookies for my sisters cookie exchange this weekend. She is really serious about this....as in she told a lady from last year that if she brought "break and bake" cookies again this year she couldn't partake in the exchange. Seriously! So funny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4570832097551130224?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4570832097551130224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4570832097551130224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4570832097551130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4570832097551130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookie-mania.html' title='Cookie Mania'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2461967391377126898</id><published>2009-12-10T05:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T05:15:24.009Z</updated><title type='text'>iBlog</title><content type='html'>So I downloaded a blogger app on my phone because these days I seem to hardly bother with turning my computer on. We'll see if this increases my blogging...maybe it will maybe it won't. I figure it's worth a try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2461967391377126898?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2461967391377126898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2461967391377126898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2461967391377126898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2461967391377126898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/iblog.html' title='iBlog'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-7839894098111937828</id><published>2009-11-09T05:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T05:45:52.217Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight my sister very kindly made me my very own belated birthday dinner. Yummy pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms! It was really good. The best part of the dinner was probably when my niece turned to me and said, "Kristi, are you 32?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! 28! 28! Don't deprive me of my last 2 years as a 20-something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was followed by Coca-Cola cake....problem solved :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-7839894098111937828?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7839894098111937828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=7839894098111937828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7839894098111937828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7839894098111937828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight-my-sister-very-kindly-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5194056236274046458</id><published>2009-11-02T04:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:20:10.840Z</updated><title type='text'>Million Dollar Ribbon</title><content type='html'>So today Jackie and I went into Michael's with two things in mind. Jackie wanted ribbon and I was going to buy a tube of paint....both purchases were going to be made with our 40% off coupons. Some how we walked out of there signed up for a cake decorating class, I had no paint, and Jackie bought the worlds most expensive ribbon at $5.75 a yard....no joke. In her defense she did not know the price and we were so distracted that when she made the purchase we didn't realize how ridiculous this ribbon was. Anyway, we are both excited about the cake decorating....maybe now I will have something to blog about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5194056236274046458?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5194056236274046458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5194056236274046458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5194056236274046458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5194056236274046458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/million-dollar-ribbon.html' title='Million Dollar Ribbon'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3077400586724283948</id><published>2009-10-22T05:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T05:06:19.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Today I yelled at the UK Visa lady....pretty sure that is going to be denied now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3077400586724283948?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3077400586724283948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3077400586724283948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3077400586724283948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3077400586724283948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4437892407544136169</id><published>2009-10-19T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:22:36.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/St06-_KbuVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GM-ulTiToII/s1600-h/butterfinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/St06-_KbuVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GM-ulTiToII/s400/butterfinger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394532782441216338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Butterfinger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it's been so long. Your are an excellent candy bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4437892407544136169?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4437892407544136169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4437892407544136169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4437892407544136169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4437892407544136169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-butterfinger-im-sorry-its-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/St06-_KbuVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/GM-ulTiToII/s72-c/butterfinger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5550667131343989816</id><published>2009-10-13T05:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:25:59.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Jenny</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things at Macy's that amuse me....people lying about their size....blatantly, people walking around with strollers with dogs in them rather than small people, but nothing awakens the 13 year old in me more than when a customer asks me this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you check me out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, clearly I need to grow up, but whenever someone asks me that I just want to step back, look them up and down and say, "yeah, you look ok....now how about you pay for that stuff."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5550667131343989816?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5550667131343989816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5550667131343989816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5550667131343989816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5550667131343989816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-jenny.html' title='For Jenny'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1431149235677365776</id><published>2009-07-28T13:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:35:00.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>String</title><content type='html'>My bookbinding teacher has lots of fantastic sayings, one of them being "how long is a piece of string".  I've been having a string of bad luck....I'm hoping my piece is coming to an end. Last week I was driving to the Amon Carter and my car stopped running on the highway. Thankfully a highway worker guy was right there and used his truck to push my car to the next exit. Almost $2000 later it runs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday morning I woke up with a bunch of goop in my left eye.....pink eye. So I got ready for work and headed to a nearby clinic where they charged me $250 to tell me what I already knew. So far this is  all that's happened.....hopefully the string is coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1431149235677365776?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1431149235677365776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1431149235677365776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1431149235677365776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1431149235677365776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/string.html' title='String'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-9098563577585645514</id><published>2009-07-15T04:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:38:48.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Think the picture is big enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sl1OnoYbYyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nJASX_t0GCE/s1600-h/Shat-755529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sl1OnoYbYyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nJASX_t0GCE/s400/Shat-755529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358525574402499362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some of you may know I have a thing for William Shatner.....who I like to refer to as "The Shat".....no I don't think he's hot or anything, I just find him entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned the TV to Boston Legal this evening and once again was entertained by the man. I mean this show had some quality actors, James Spader, The Shat, Candice Bergen....good stuff. Why I never watched it while it was running originally I will never know, but I gotta say I was thoroughly entertained with the three episodes I watched tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight had to be a line The Shat (Denny Crane) said while working on a case regarding the teaching of creationism in school...he was on the pro side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000638/"&gt;Denny Crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hear the one about the fella who died, went to the pearly gates? St. Peter let him in. Sees a guy in a suit making a closing argument. Says, "Who's that?" St. Peter says, "Oh, that's God. Thinks he's Denny Crane." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that he is so self absorbed, it's hilarious. Anyway I have no real purpose behind this post other than to reiterate my love of Mr. Shatner and possibly to get you to watch an episode or two should you come across one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-9098563577585645514?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9098563577585645514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=9098563577585645514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9098563577585645514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9098563577585645514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-some-of-you-may-know-i-have-thing.html' title='Think the picture is big enough?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sl1OnoYbYyI/AAAAAAAAAu4/nJASX_t0GCE/s72-c/Shat-755529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-9019777187878135761</id><published>2009-07-14T06:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:54:36.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I tagged myself</title><content type='html'>So nobody tagged me....to my knowledge, but I love lists so naturally I participated.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jill and Alex coming on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing the new Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding my real job&lt;br /&gt;4. Going to pilates&lt;br /&gt;5. Dog-sitting Ho-ho and Maxi-pie&lt;br /&gt;6. Going to Northern Ireland for a month&lt;br /&gt;7. Jackie coming to Texas&lt;br /&gt;8. Other fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I did this weekend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to dinner with my parents&lt;br /&gt;3. Worked&lt;br /&gt;4. Checked my email several times&lt;br /&gt;5. Worked&lt;br /&gt;6. Workout&lt;br /&gt;7. Slept in a little&lt;br /&gt;8. Worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things I wish I could do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have my own conservation studio&lt;br /&gt;2. Become a real runner&lt;br /&gt;3. Be really skinny&lt;br /&gt;4. Own a dog&lt;br /&gt;5. Be really good at budgeting and saving money for the future&lt;br /&gt;6. Hang out with my friends more&lt;br /&gt;7. Have a real life&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleep in every day....that one was Annalise's but ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shows that I watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch anything religiously anymore, just a lot of HGTV shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Places I'd like to travel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Easter Island&lt;br /&gt;2. Hungry&lt;br /&gt;3. Iceland&lt;br /&gt;4. Greece&lt;br /&gt;5. Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;6. Boston&lt;br /&gt;7. Panama&lt;br /&gt;8. Anywhere I can see the Northern Lights&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geoffandcami.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-9019777187878135761?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9019777187878135761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=9019777187878135761&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9019777187878135761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9019777187878135761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tagged-myself.html' title='I tagged myself'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6499405223478277860</id><published>2009-07-08T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T05:42:21.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the cards</title><content type='html'>Well ever since I went to my first pilates class I have wanted to go back...one month later I still haven't made it. My work schedule seems to foul this up every week....except this week. So I go to the gym after work excited for my second pilates class only to find out that on the first Tuesday of every month they do not have pilates, instead they have a "taster class" where the aerobics director does a little step, a little kickbox cardio and a little Latin flava dance non-sweat-producing thing. Since I was already there I decided to stay and do the class, which turned out to be very entertaining. Two men showed up and it seemed like no matter how many times we repeated a move they were always behind, going the opposite direction or just standing there in confusion. I imagine this is the kind of entertainment people had the pleasure of enjoying at my first step class....hate to admit it but it was pretty fun to watch them. Maybe I'll get to go to pilates next week :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6499405223478277860?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6499405223478277860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6499405223478277860&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6499405223478277860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6499405223478277860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-in-cards.html' title='Not in the cards'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4684404006456712118</id><published>2009-06-30T05:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:09:10.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a translator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SkmdnvUZPrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W8rFxU1ShiE/s1600-h/AAAAAp0OjxIAAAAAAWSy7w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SkmdnvUZPrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W8rFxU1ShiE/s400/AAAAAp0OjxIAAAAAAWSy7w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352982938149011122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently decided to go to my first Step Aerobics class at LA Fitness. I'm in pretty good shape, I used to take dance so I'm somewhat good at picking things like that up....so I thought. Apparently you need a translator to attend this class. See how everyone in the picture is in sync....add one Kristi and that picture is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I didn't know about step aerobics:&lt;br /&gt;1. People who take step are dedicated, they come EVERY time and they know EVERY move....as in they look awesome and Kristi is facing the wrong direction while tripping over the step thingy.&lt;br /&gt;2. You NEED to know the lingo.....phrases like "repeater three" and "corner corner knees" should be a part of your day to day speech......when you don't know what these things mean it causes you to decide to just step up on the bench and back off while the people around you are doing cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. It causes you to sweat....a LOT. As in I was embarrassed to go from the aerobics room to the main gym area because people would see the huge sweat ring on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said it was a really good workout, and I did return for a second session which went a little better than the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4684404006456712118?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4684404006456712118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4684404006456712118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4684404006456712118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4684404006456712118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-translator.html' title='I need a translator'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SkmdnvUZPrI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W8rFxU1ShiE/s72-c/AAAAAp0OjxIAAAAAAWSy7w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3944356577059335493</id><published>2009-06-29T00:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:18:41.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to entertain you at work</title><content type='html'>My sister showed me &lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link today and I found it highly amusing. It's a message board called FMyLife where people can post funny things that have happened to them recently. Sad, but I did get a lot of enjoyment out of the misery of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3944356577059335493?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3944356577059335493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3944356577059335493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3944356577059335493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3944356577059335493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-to-entertain-you-at-work.html' title='Something to entertain you at work'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6292231254320662228</id><published>2009-06-24T19:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:18:56.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>I bought a ticket to fly to Northern Ireland to volunteer for the month of August! Yipeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6292231254320662228?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6292231254320662228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6292231254320662228&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6292231254320662228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6292231254320662228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5382166972338610060</id><published>2009-06-11T05:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T05:26:45.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My future personal ad</title><content type='html'>I recently received a very nice "Tell Us What You Think" message from a customer I helped last week. Basically when you finish a sale you are supposed to write your name on the receipt and ask them to visit our website to rate your service. This was my first one, and to tell you the truth it made me feel pretty good.....that was until I saw the "description" line where the customer is asked to describe the associate. The following is going to be used in my personal ad should I ever post one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description: Heavy-set (ouch!), long, straight hair (am I long or is my hair?), dirty blond (when I hear that all I can think is dirty), fair (true), clear complexion (the one part I consider to be complimentary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, Kristi in a nut shell. I'm sure the prospects will be lining up based on that description.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5382166972338610060?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5382166972338610060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5382166972338610060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5382166972338610060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5382166972338610060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-future-personal-ad.html' title='My future personal ad'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4192270571306391383</id><published>2009-06-10T05:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:14:22.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing</title><content type='html'>As most of you know I often go to the gym before work. This means I have to shower at the gym, which is not too bad really. The only bad thing is my memory....as evident by my forgetting socks and on one occasion &lt;a href="http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/system-failure.html"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; to wear to work. Last week I did it again, only this time it was not a clothing issue. Instead I forgot to bring a towel....and I realized this after my workout. It is this reason that caused me to casually go up to nearly every paper towel dispenser in LA Fitness so I could slowly and secretly load up on paper towels so I could dry off after my shower. I did manage to pack in enough to get myself sorted out, however all I could think about is how the &lt;a href="http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html"&gt;"Naked Asian Lady"&lt;/a&gt; does the same thing, because for some reason she does not even bother to bring a towel to the gym....ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4192270571306391383?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4192270571306391383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4192270571306391383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4192270571306391383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4192270571306391383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s Missing'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6163854481448304778</id><published>2009-06-08T04:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T04:17:53.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slight Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SiyCpl4l88I/AAAAAAAAAuo/h9q9MbeLTH8/s1600-h/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SiyCpl4l88I/AAAAAAAAAuo/h9q9MbeLTH8/s400/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790508837663682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my road trip with Jackie I have been on  a search for these pretzels we bought at some random gas station in New Jersey. I've checked Target, Walmart, Tom Thumb, and EVERY gas station I actually go into. These things can NOT be found. So, if by chance you come across a bag of Rold Gold Pretzel Waves with Vanilla Yogurt Drizzle, buy a package for yourself.....and a second one for me. Although lets be honest, I'm not gonna see that bag because they are so good you will most likely eat both bags yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6163854481448304778?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6163854481448304778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6163854481448304778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6163854481448304778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6163854481448304778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/slight-obsession.html' title='A Slight Obsession'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SiyCpl4l88I/AAAAAAAAAuo/h9q9MbeLTH8/s72-c/RoldGold-Waves-Vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4227419707561297186</id><published>2009-06-01T05:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:33:19.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Situation</title><content type='html'>So today I was sitting watching You've Got Mail when I heard a sound I thought was leaking water. I walked around the house looking for a puddle somewhere and found nothing, so I went back to watching the movie. About 30 minutes later I heard this sound again.....this led me to believe I was not as crazy as I was thinking I was. I start walking around the house again looking for the source of the noise when I see something moving on the floor out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bird! In the house! On the floor! AND I was home alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me know I HATE BIRDS! Needless to say this freaked me out, but at the same time I felt sorry for the bird. My first reaction was to text Catherine, she tried to convince me that I could help the bird by putting it in a box until my dad got home. I didn't like that idea as it involved me touching the bird, so I called Jackie....she did not answer her phone! I left her a message briefing her on my situation with strict instructions to call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sit in the house knowing the bird was in the next room so I found a box, a pair of my mom's gardening gloves and sat down in front of the TV to psych myself up for the challenge. 10 minutes later I walked over to help the bird.....I use the word help loosely in this case. With box ready in hand I reached down for the bird, but it started flapping around and got one birdie foot latched onto the side of my box. I tried to set the box down, but that meant putting the box on its tail feathers....this was no good. After 20 seconds or so the bird perched on the side of the box. By this point I was so traumatized I set the box down and let the bird be. I also decided I did not really want to be in the house with the bird so I proceeded outside to wash my car until my parents came home. 20 minutes later I walked back in and peeked around the corner to find the bird was no longer on the box! It had found a new perch on the toy chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents came home my dad calmly walked over to the bird, cupped his hands around it, walked outside and let it fly away. If only I had inherited those genes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4227419707561297186?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4227419707561297186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4227419707561297186&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4227419707561297186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4227419707561297186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/situation.html' title='A Situation'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5215281509040406014</id><published>2009-05-29T05:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:28:10.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monster Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sh9kUfl8nuI/AAAAAAAAAug/usSjUlO_4ZU/s1600-h/banner_blizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sh9kUfl8nuI/AAAAAAAAAug/usSjUlO_4ZU/s400/banner_blizzard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341097986325520098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched an episode of a show called Unwrapped on the food network. Basically they show you how certain types of foods are made, well this particular episode was all about ice cream. The segment included an in depth analysis of the Dairy Queen Blizzard: how it's made, how the new flavors are invented, the testing process to make sure it can withstand the up-side-down test. Ever since this show all I can think about is Blizzards! Chocolate ones, Oreo ones, Reeces Peanut Butter cup ones, you name it I have thought about it. I thought the only way to rectify this was to go out and get one, so I did. THIS WAS A BAD IDEA! Now that I have the very recent memory of just how truly good these things are I want them all the time! No bueno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5215281509040406014?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5215281509040406014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5215281509040406014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5215281509040406014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5215281509040406014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/monster-craving.html' title='Monster Craving'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sh9kUfl8nuI/AAAAAAAAAug/usSjUlO_4ZU/s72-c/banner_blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8322088160119574819</id><published>2009-05-27T05:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:54:26.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been thinking about some of the things I want in my house.....once I have one that is. So far this is what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE5JQMk3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/1z9-21JEwyY/s1600-h/mississippistairsturnok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE5JQMk3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/1z9-21JEwyY/s400/mississippistairsturnok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359744170005362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Striped carpet on my stairs, not necessarily this particular color, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzGBeqlr1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2cA19n7f1TU/s1600-h/Container.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzGBeqlr1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2cA19n7f1TU/s400/Container.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340360986868428626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A closet like this....but with a better shoe rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE-JQN3BI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LqKgMwPPSCI/s1600-h/pergolaroses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE-JQN3BI/AAAAAAAAAuI/LqKgMwPPSCI/s400/pergolaroses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359830069435410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A garden like this....ok maybe not quite as grand but one that is wild yet organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE1vxDHAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/v0ZVWSFgeXg/s1600-h/gal0923310225981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE1vxDHAI/AAAAAAAAAt4/v0ZVWSFgeXg/s400/gal0923310225981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340359685788867586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some white roses....more specifically "Iceberg Roses" they climb and smell REALLY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzGzx_eNwI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZY8cykunGm0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzGzx_eNwI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ZY8cykunGm0/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340361851049752322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course one of these :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8322088160119574819?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8322088160119574819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8322088160119574819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8322088160119574819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8322088160119574819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ShzE5JQMk3I/AAAAAAAAAuA/1z9-21JEwyY/s72-c/mississippistairsturnok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5937946703066485254</id><published>2009-05-26T05:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:21:15.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kharma</title><content type='html'>So during the last week I started feeling more detached from people than usual....this led to my decision to use Facebook a little bit more than none, which is about how often I use it now. What did this get me? An opportunity to change EVERY password, all because I was dumb enough to fall for the fake Facebook sign in page that looked exactly like the real Facebook. Will I make Facebook a bigger part of my life.....seems like a bad idea as of right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5937946703066485254?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5937946703066485254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5937946703066485254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5937946703066485254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5937946703066485254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/kharma.html' title='Kharma'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-750646380924358418</id><published>2009-05-22T05:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:34:10.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People Suck.....put that on a pillow</title><content type='html'>Ok, today a lady was carting around a butt load of clothes to take into the dressing room. I walked past her and she told me flat out that she was going to make a mess out of the dressing room. As in she was planning on trashing the place so I could go clean up her royal mess. She then put a ridiculous number of items on hold, pushed in front of another customer when she returned for her clothes, spilled cinnamon and sugar all over my check out area and then got mad at me for brushing away her detritus before laying her clothes down. SERIOUSLY! This is not an uncommon occurrence. It's events like these that have spawned my new life saying, "people suck" (said in a sarcastically happy sing song sort of way.....if you want the full effect).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-750646380924358418?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/750646380924358418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=750646380924358418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/750646380924358418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/750646380924358418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/people-suckput-that-on-pillow.html' title='People Suck.....put that on a pillow'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6236683419497648730</id><published>2009-05-20T04:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:52:54.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Open!</title><content type='html'>I opened up my own conservation studio today! By opened I really mean that I moved my conservation tools out of my closet and into my sister Jill's bedroom where my desk is. I also pilfered an elephant lamp from my dad's office and set up my iPod speakers. I started working on a photo album my grandma gave me about a year ago, it's one VERY small step, but it felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6236683419497648730?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6236683419497648730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6236683419497648730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6236683419497648730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6236683419497648730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-open.html' title='Now Open!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5291937999030205152</id><published>2009-05-12T06:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:31:16.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Part II</title><content type='html'>So the braless wonder has struck again. I was at the gym the other day, in the women's locker room sitting on a bench taking off my shoes when I notice out of the corner of my eye someone walking towards me. Yep, it was her.....naked......with nothing but her t-shirt wadded up in front of her who-ha. Needless to say I was traumatized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5291937999030205152?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5291937999030205152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5291937999030205152&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5291937999030205152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5291937999030205152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-part-ii.html' title='Why? Part II'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4673768412025476945</id><published>2009-05-08T05:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:53:04.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>There is this lady at the gym who works out a'natural....as in she does things like using the stationary rower or the treadmill without wearing a bra. She's probably around 50ish, so lets be honest those babies are not exactly perky. In fact as she was power walking in front of me today the song "do your ears hang low" kept running through my head. Why on earth would someone do that?! I am baffled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4673768412025476945?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4673768412025476945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4673768412025476945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4673768412025476945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4673768412025476945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6982796516238477173</id><published>2009-05-06T05:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T05:25:54.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this a joke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SgERL_rS-XI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WmVnCd0-APE/s1600-h/email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 17px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SgERL_rS-XI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WmVnCd0-APE/s400/email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332562331552643442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email was in my inbox today. INBOX as in my email didn't think this baby was junk. Seriously? Who sent this to me? Not cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6982796516238477173?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6982796516238477173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6982796516238477173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6982796516238477173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6982796516238477173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-this-joke.html' title='Is this a joke?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SgERL_rS-XI/AAAAAAAAAtw/WmVnCd0-APE/s72-c/email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8729206254407333545</id><published>2009-05-03T16:26:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:46:10.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Texan</title><content type='html'>Last week my friend Catherine came to visit me! It was a really fantastic trip filled with Texas stuff. Here's an image gallery of some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BtgWdaJI/AAAAAAAAAto/WFxNvy6548c/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BtgWdaJI/AAAAAAAAAto/WFxNvy6548c/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331630521398945938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first stop....after Target was the Fort Worth Stock Yards. This is where Catherine saw her first cattle drive.....ten cattle lumbering down the street with 10 cowboys calling out, "here cattle". It was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3Bh8mCeFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1qiOsU-Illo/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3Bh8mCeFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1qiOsU-Illo/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331630322822051922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here cattle! I thought this one was a beaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BVGdURZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Ac5Whq93Jxk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BVGdURZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Ac5Whq93Jxk/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331630102131525010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the cattle drive we visited an old fashioned western wear store and watched a guy steaming hats into shape. Catherine picked out this one for me....a little froo froo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BGZ37HbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dTc7Lb_JaqI/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BGZ37HbI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dTc7Lb_JaqI/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331629849645358514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the store there were tons of boots. Inside a special vault they had exotic custom made boots that were priced anywhere from $600 to $1000, here I am with a pair of ostrich skins in the boot vault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3AoZ9y0II/AAAAAAAAAtI/ksse7AMJ9jM/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3AoZ9y0II/AAAAAAAAAtI/ksse7AMJ9jM/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331629334273904770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catherine did lots of research on San Antonio, she even received a couple emails from Mr. San Antonio himself. Here we are at the Alamo....a place I thought I had visited, but as it turns out I had been to a replica of the Alamo. I figured this out when there were no train tracks in front of the building anymore....and the real place is smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3AVVlbKiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/N6hoetWCL_U/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3AVVlbKiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/N6hoetWCL_U/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331629006680435234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From San Antonio we drove down to Padre Island and I got to drive my Cruiser on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf2__9SSYjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MulgSTZXbio/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf2__9SSYjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/MulgSTZXbio/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331628639380464178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our trip down south we headed back to Dallas and went to The Dallas World Aquarium, this place is cool! It's basically an indoor rain forest. I got to feed this toucan 2 blueberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf2_yCVl9jI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qp7DXQxnv6U/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf2_yCVl9jI/AAAAAAAAAsw/qp7DXQxnv6U/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331628400218338866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm trying to lure him back for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf27fldq4lI/AAAAAAAAAso/PfBHc--mOmw/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf27fldq4lI/AAAAAAAAAso/PfBHc--mOmw/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331623685183431250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Catherine and I came across this fountain and she decided to do a little jig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25yuwd8EI/AAAAAAAAAsg/qGwbgppDnmw/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25yuwd8EI/AAAAAAAAAsg/qGwbgppDnmw/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331621815072452674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still jigging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25lRl4jgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DKW4qxyk15M/s1600-h/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25lRl4jgI/AAAAAAAAAsY/DKW4qxyk15M/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331621583905132034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked over to the Reunion Tower (the ball). If you haven't been here in a while it's completely renovated, very nice inside now. Sadly the restaurant was booked for the evening so we couldn't go up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25b4S8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Sj1_JiFM70E/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf25b4S8ZWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Sj1_JiFM70E/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331621422495982946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another western shop, with some sweet signs. We had lots of fun, saw loads and had plenty of good food. It was nice to have someone to hang out with, I think I learned a lot about Texas in the 10 days Catherine was here. All in all a fantastic trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8729206254407333545?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8729206254407333545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8729206254407333545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8729206254407333545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8729206254407333545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/05/irish-texan.html' title='Irish Texan'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sf3BtgWdaJI/AAAAAAAAAto/WFxNvy6548c/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3866297817107356181</id><published>2009-04-30T06:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:13:28.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not ashamed.....at least I don't think I am....yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SfkzcLgpFoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DO4BXGwzNT8/s1600-h/hannah_montana_the_movie_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SfkzcLgpFoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DO4BXGwzNT8/s320/hannah_montana_the_movie_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330348193188746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my mom and I went to lunch and then saw a movie.....The Hannah Montana Movie. Yes my dear friends, I saw the movie about a 16 year old girl who leads a double life as both a mega pop star and a down home country girl. Several people have mentioned that I should be ashamed of this.....it also came up that maybe it would have sounded better if I had crafted some version of the story which involved me taking my niece Kate to see it....as opposed to me suggesting it and going with my mom on a Wednesday afternoon. Well, it's too late for that kind of story now, I went, I saw, I even tapped my foot along to a couple of the songs....and I might have teared up at one point. Ok, now I'm a little ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3866297817107356181?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3866297817107356181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3866297817107356181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3866297817107356181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3866297817107356181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-not-ashamedat-least-i-dont-think-i.html' title='I am not ashamed.....at least I don&apos;t think I am....yet'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SfkzcLgpFoI/AAAAAAAAAsI/DO4BXGwzNT8/s72-c/hannah_montana_the_movie_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-9093519159221950055</id><published>2009-04-15T05:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:59:26.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>System Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SeVpcVB4NiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/L7nFJlWvH48/s1600-h/41oJf6PW5SL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SeVpcVB4NiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/L7nFJlWvH48/s320/41oJf6PW5SL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324778069837755938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I work the noon to close shift at work I leave my house 3 hours early so I can drive to the gym, workout, shower and go to work. This means I have to be organized enough to pack my work clothes and any shower stuff I need. I have become pretty good at this I have a special little bag of toiletries, I leave my towel by my gym bag, blah blah blah. Well today the system failed. I had a really good workout, a refreshing shower, put on my work clothes and then realized I forgot to pack my shoes! How I managed to forget them is beyond me, but after surveying myself in all black with my running shoes on I knew my managers would not let that fly so I headed to Target in hopes of buying some cute yet inexpensive shoes to tide me over. As usual Target came through. So I am now the proud owner of these little babies, only in black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-9093519159221950055?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9093519159221950055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=9093519159221950055&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9093519159221950055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9093519159221950055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/system-failure.html' title='System Failure'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SeVpcVB4NiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/L7nFJlWvH48/s72-c/41oJf6PW5SL._AA260_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8929890362092764395</id><published>2009-04-14T06:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:09:31.699+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>So as you all know I work in a mall, as in there is a food court nearby. Maybe once a week I get my lunch from Chick-fil-a where I always get the same thing. Number 5 with an 8-pack of nuggets, a large diet coke and side salad instead of fries. Every time I open up that little box of nuggets I count how many are in there.....just in case I scored the box with the extra nugget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8929890362092764395?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8929890362092764395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8929890362092764395&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8929890362092764395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8929890362092764395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5274161341156231737</id><published>2009-04-09T05:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T05:30:01.695+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike</title><content type='html'>So a guy picked up some hours in the juniors department tonight. I got off at 6pm so I did not really get to work with him, but the few minutes I did spend with him were interesting. First of all I don't know why he picked up these hours as he is not really supposed to go in the female only dressing rooms to clean up after people.....I think parents would probably have a problem with a 45+ year old man walking in on their daughters. But, the most scary moment was right before I left when he asked me whether he would have to actually dress and undress people as part of his job......seriously, this happened. As usual this job never ceases to periodically boggle my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5274161341156231737?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5274161341156231737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5274161341156231737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5274161341156231737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5274161341156231737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/mike.html' title='Mike'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4421960466343643390</id><published>2009-04-04T05:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:00:10.964+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So since returning to Texas I have focused on a limited number of things. One, working/finding a job and two, working out. I figured it was a way to get out of the house, release some stress and feel better about myself. The good news is so far so good, all those things have been/are being accomplished. I have been trying to find a realistic "body type" that I want to achieve, I mean in a perfect world I would like to resemble Jennifer Aniston (especially the hair part), Anne Hathaway or maybe even Kristin Heigl....I realize those are two very different looking people. BUT, in an effort to reach my goals I have chosen a less lofty ideal body type, but one that I feel is achievable and not too shabby. This one is coming from left field, but here it goes.........and the winner is!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdboxvWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E4NMRI1cG3g/s1600-h/jennifer-hudson-leava35fde21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdboxvWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E4NMRI1cG3g/s320/jennifer-hudson-leava35fde21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320695951006762610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, a strange pick, but let's face it the Hudson is fit yet curvaceous, not a bad combo. Anyway, I know this is a very conceited blog, but hey, at least I blogged. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4421960466343643390?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4421960466343643390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4421960466343643390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4421960466343643390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4421960466343643390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-since-returning-to-texas-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdboxvWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAr4/E4NMRI1cG3g/s72-c/jennifer-hudson-leava35fde21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2849178983121508687</id><published>2009-04-01T04:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T04:14:01.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdLbSQGRf6I/AAAAAAAAArw/5SYs_k_4Q1Q/s1600-h/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdLbSQGRf6I/AAAAAAAAArw/5SYs_k_4Q1Q/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555216483385250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jackie emailed me this picture the other day.....she uses it to cheer herself up from time to time....maybe it can provide the same service to you. Be sure to click and enlarge it to see it in all its glory :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2849178983121508687?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2849178983121508687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2849178983121508687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2849178983121508687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2849178983121508687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/candid-camera.html' title='Candid Camera'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SdLbSQGRf6I/AAAAAAAAArw/5SYs_k_4Q1Q/s72-c/IMG_3063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5940289431750454614</id><published>2009-03-29T05:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:51:31.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid knees</title><content type='html'>Today I was telling my niece about a friend of mine who likes to eat things that I would classify under the category: gross...never gonna happen. He likes things like cows tongue, liver, something called "bloater" (no idea what that is) and kidneys. When I mentioned kidney Kate looked at me in horror and said "people eat that?". I told her yes and she looked at me then grabbed her knees.....she thought I meant "kid knees" as in Stephen snatches little kids so he can eat their knees for dinner. Great stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5940289431750454614?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5940289431750454614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5940289431750454614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5940289431750454614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5940289431750454614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/kid-knees.html' title='Kid knees'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2111639424280254287</id><published>2009-03-21T04:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T04:11:16.611Z</updated><title type='text'>You've got mail!</title><content type='html'>My new shiny passport arrived in the mail today! Needless to say I was very excited, but also concerned. The new ones don't have your picture on the front cover it's on the first page....making it very easy to rip out the most important page. Secondly they did not send back my old passport! The one with all the cool stamps from the Czech Republic, Norway, France, England and all the other places I've visited! It's like my whole travel history has been taken away and now I'm left with this boring empty passport......with a better picture of me and some new chip embedded in it. I guess I'll just have to fill it up all over again.....pity. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2111639424280254287?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2111639424280254287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2111639424280254287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2111639424280254287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2111639424280254287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve got mail!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-95629379917985831</id><published>2009-03-18T18:02:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T03:45:35.356Z</updated><title type='text'>It's like porn.....for those with OCD</title><content type='html'>It's my day off today and I was trying to decide what to do. The list for today included mail something to Jill, drop off my dad's shirts to the dry cleaners, look for more black clothing....Macy's uniform, workout and visit the new HUGE Container Store. To prep for my visit I even went to the website to look at pretty pictures of organized spaces....I know I'm a sad sad girl. Long story short I did all of the things on the list EXCEPT visit organizational heaven. Am I the only one who gets excited by these images? Someone please validate me so I feel a little less like a freak.....I'm totally going there on my next day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4cuVXUJI/AAAAAAAAAro/vybPEA9xMIc/s1600-h/WhiteElfaLaundryRoom_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4cuVXUJI/AAAAAAAAAro/vybPEA9xMIc/s320/WhiteElfaLaundryRoom_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314591101399027858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To quote Rachel, "It's so pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4IdIvwNI/AAAAAAAAArg/3Xoq2ykI4mw/s1600-h/elfaReachInPantryWhite_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4IdIvwNI/AAAAAAAAArg/3Xoq2ykI4mw/s320/elfaReachInPantryWhite_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314590753185317074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who needs food when your pantry is that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4BXtXDVI/AAAAAAAAArY/z-wYxzMZkJU/s1600-h/ElfaLaundryCenter_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4BXtXDVI/AAAAAAAAArY/z-wYxzMZkJU/s320/ElfaLaundryCenter_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314590631469190482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someday....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-95629379917985831?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/95629379917985831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=95629379917985831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/95629379917985831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/95629379917985831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-like-pornfor-those-with-ocd.html' title='It&apos;s like porn.....for those with OCD'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ScE4cuVXUJI/AAAAAAAAAro/vybPEA9xMIc/s72-c/WhiteElfaLaundryRoom_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1978678457063321998</id><published>2009-03-13T05:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:15:38.289Z</updated><title type='text'>Macy's Moment</title><content type='html'>I had the following conversation with someone at work today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane: Kristi, you have really beautiful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Kristi: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Jane: You should wear makeup to highlight them more&lt;br /&gt;Kristi:.....I am wearing makeup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1978678457063321998?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1978678457063321998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1978678457063321998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1978678457063321998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1978678457063321998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/macys-moment.html' title='Macy&apos;s Moment'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8080107381494785498</id><published>2009-03-10T05:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T05:22:29.444Z</updated><title type='text'>Here's Hopin'</title><content type='html'>Well today I have a phone interview with the &lt;a href="http://www.ica-artconservation.org/index.htm"&gt;Intermuseum Conservation Association&lt;/a&gt; (ICA). Send out some good vibes.....and pray this interview has no resemblance of my &lt;a href="http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/indicators-that-your-job-interview-is.html"&gt;last interview&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8080107381494785498?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8080107381494785498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8080107381494785498&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8080107381494785498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8080107381494785498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-hopin.html' title='Here&apos;s Hopin&apos;'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2509796670140780921</id><published>2009-03-08T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T05:24:31.025Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a customer today names Chastity......isn't that just setting the girl up for failure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2509796670140780921?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2509796670140780921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2509796670140780921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2509796670140780921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2509796670140780921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-customer-today-names-chastity.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1732114271124762500</id><published>2009-03-04T04:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:41:29.097Z</updated><title type='text'>50?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sa4GcPTkBPI/AAAAAAAAArI/6RuMuhCRArw/s1600-h/254312inpm_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sa4GcPTkBPI/AAAAAAAAArI/6RuMuhCRArw/s320/254312inpm_w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309188092931081458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was perusing my parents most recent copy of AARP magazine....which had Dustin Hoffman on the cover when I came across a list of people who are turning 50 this month. I had to do a double take because much to my surprise Flavor Flav was on that list. Seriously.....this dude is about to be 50? Was I the only one who thought he was like 35? What very little respect I had for him was quickly lost once this information was acquired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1732114271124762500?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1732114271124762500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1732114271124762500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1732114271124762500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1732114271124762500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/50.html' title='50?!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/Sa4GcPTkBPI/AAAAAAAAArI/6RuMuhCRArw/s72-c/254312inpm_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2509131520489204102</id><published>2009-02-27T05:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:21:46.979Z</updated><title type='text'>One small step</title><content type='html'>I sent my passport off yesterday for renewal. It expired this month and it suddenly dawned on me that if I wanted to leave the country in a hurry the boarder patrol, customs, and the airline attendants would squash that idea real quick. So off I sent it for a mere $75 I will get my new little book to fill with stamps all over again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2509131520489204102?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2509131520489204102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2509131520489204102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2509131520489204102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2509131520489204102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-small-step.html' title='One small step'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-7438259529199246204</id><published>2009-02-24T16:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:13:10.594Z</updated><title type='text'>$1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SaQhOiVZvzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z2iCZFTlqa4/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SaQhOiVZvzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z2iCZFTlqa4/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306402794567745330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased this hat at Target yesterday for ONE DOLLAR! It's times like these that I love America. To celebrate my fantastic St. Patrick's Day find I decided to call my Irish friend Catherine and have a video conversation with the hat on. I mean how funny would it be to turn on the video and see that on the other end? I found this hilarious...she had no idea what this hat was supposed to be. Either way I laughed about it all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-7438259529199246204?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7438259529199246204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=7438259529199246204&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7438259529199246204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7438259529199246204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/1.html' title='$1'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SaQhOiVZvzI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z2iCZFTlqa4/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-9220293372302932820</id><published>2009-02-23T05:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:15:03.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Frightening yet hilarious</title><content type='html'>Today I watched as a 40 something year old lady tried on a pair of purple snake skin patterned leggings.....just the leggings, as in she thought they were pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-9220293372302932820?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9220293372302932820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=9220293372302932820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9220293372302932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/9220293372302932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/frightening-yet-hilarious.html' title='Frightening yet hilarious'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2904938499244571735</id><published>2009-02-21T04:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T04:36:38.324Z</updated><title type='text'>Wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>I was under the impression that I have SOME ability to hide my true feelings when it comes to working at Macy's. Today however that idea was proven incorrect. The following is a list of signals that may have tipped off my co-workers that I was in a bad mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My refusal to participate in the morning rally where we were supposed to dance the electric slide to get pumped up to sell sell sell......at 8:45 Kristi does no dancing.&lt;br /&gt;2. My lack of friendliness towards several people as I collected the trash cans that are stationed at my rap stand.&lt;br /&gt;3. My decision to re-size the sale rack again in order to prevent myself from having to talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;4. My lack of the use of the word "outstanding". (sarcastic usage excluded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out people pick up on these things.....outstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2904938499244571735?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2904938499244571735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2904938499244571735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2904938499244571735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2904938499244571735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-101980208189114310</id><published>2009-02-17T04:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T05:08:08.122Z</updated><title type='text'>The Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SZpF67_c5fI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CMXA_j-Szwc/s1600-h/theline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SZpF67_c5fI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CMXA_j-Szwc/s320/theline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303628390020736498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as some of you know I had the pleasure (no I'm not being sarcastic....seriously, I'm not) of driving with Jackie from Philadelphia, PA all the way to Lehi, UT. In case you don't realize it, that's a really long way. This fact was realized when I opened up the map of the USA with our route highlighted.....ONE-----VERY-----LONG-----LINE. In my head I knew this was a long way, however when you look at how far it is on a map, rather than the tiny version in my head you realize how long it truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first night of driving Jackie pulled out this map and the flashlight she had stowed in the glove box and began looking at the line. She looked, and looked and looked and looked until I finally asked her how that line was looking. Well, that started a running joke about the line that continued even after we arrived and I was back in Texas. The trip was filled with lots of memorable moments, including me thinking Sapp Brothers was a pancake house....it is in fact a place to get your car fixed, me belting out the best of Garth Brooks when I got my "second wind"....so sorry Jackie, Jackie coming in early during nearly every song she sang, and the two of us periodically loosing our minds. Needless to say it was a very entertaining road trip, one I will never forget....and hopefully never make again. Fingers crossed....keep that line away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-101980208189114310?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/101980208189114310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=101980208189114310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/101980208189114310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/101980208189114310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/line.html' title='The Line'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SZpF67_c5fI/AAAAAAAAAqk/CMXA_j-Szwc/s72-c/theline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8633693500994689917</id><published>2009-02-11T04:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:12:06.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Underpants</title><content type='html'>I was telling Jackie about how I once went to see Michael Flatley Lord of the Dance and just as the show was starting a woman rushed the stage and threw her underwear at him....seriously, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation prompted discussion on what music stars we would be willing to give such treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Bono, Chris Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie's answer: Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, and hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8633693500994689917?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8633693500994689917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8633693500994689917&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8633693500994689917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8633693500994689917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/underpants.html' title='Underpants'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1858499172992260258</id><published>2009-02-09T15:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:33:14.164Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get excited about very small things. Take for instance my new tube of mascara....you forget how crappy your mascara is until you get a new perfect one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1858499172992260258?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1858499172992260258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1858499172992260258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1858499172992260258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1858499172992260258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-get-excited-about-very.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2250605436762395257</id><published>2009-02-06T05:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:41:37.386Z</updated><title type='text'>What happens when your phone is smarter than you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So for Christmas Santa brought me a new cell phone. Allowing me to go from a phone something like this....old man not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SYvLxu8jDZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/vIrE2iiHQI8/s1600-h/old-cell-phones-get-cingular-fee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SYvLxu8jDZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/vIrE2iiHQI8/s200/old-cell-phones-get-cingular-fee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553441807535506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To this little baby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SYvL3Srq5SI/AAAAAAAAAlg/g1XrsCpU_UA/s1600-h/iphone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SYvL3Srq5SI/AAAAAAAAAlg/g1XrsCpU_UA/s200/iphone1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299553537299768610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was a big jump in technology. I mean this thing knows where I am at all times, tells me the weather, keeps my calendar (and boy is it jam packed), allows me to listen to soothing sounds as I go to sleep, calculate tips, find restaurants, gives me a workout program, you name it this thing can do it. It's freaking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tricky part is what happens when your phone is smarter than you. As of a day and a half ago my phone was not ringing or making any sounds...not even the keyboard clicks. I downloaded the new software, reprogrammed all my settings, blah blah blah. I tried everything. So as a last resort I took it into the ATT store. As I'm waiting there this helper guy asks why I'm there and I tell him about how my phone is not making any sounds. I hand him the phone, he moves the "silent mode" switch on the side and voila it's fixed!....and Kristi is the dumbest iPhone owner out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2250605436762395257?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2250605436762395257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2250605436762395257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2250605436762395257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2250605436762395257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-happens-when-your-phone-is-smarter.html' title='What happens when your phone is smarter than you'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SYvLxu8jDZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/vIrE2iiHQI8/s72-c/old-cell-phones-get-cingular-fee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1921961487528338412</id><published>2009-02-03T05:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:30:25.189Z</updated><title type='text'>A pointless post</title><content type='html'>Well I'd like to say that I have exciting news or that something truly entertaining has happened in my life, but that would be a lie. I do however have an overwhelming urge to write a post. Like I said nothing has happened, no forts built or the like, I did however work a lot this week which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attended my first aerobics class at LA Fitness (the big winner in my free trial marathon). Cardio Kickboxing was the only class that I could fit into my work schedule so that's how I chose it. I gotta say it kicked my butt but was pretty fun. We'll see how I feel tomorrow, hopefully not as sore as the last time I worked out with Will (the trainer guy) who took away my ability to walk and caused me to consider throwing myself down the stairs in the Stonebriar mall rather than endure the pain of walking down them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1921961487528338412?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1921961487528338412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1921961487528338412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1921961487528338412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1921961487528338412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/pointless-post.html' title='A pointless post'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3280999030729245943</id><published>2009-01-28T05:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:29:14.618Z</updated><title type='text'>Indicators that your job interview is not going well</title><content type='html'>1. You are told about the company three times by three different people individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. The other designer reminds you of Jose Eber but with greasy Euro hair in your face type hair-do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX_sllo1SzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gjC8HwADhNw/s1600-h/eber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX_sllo1SzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gjC8HwADhNw/s200/eber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296211817313684274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(for those of you not familiar this is Jose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. You show your portfolio and the interviewer's reply is, "this is it?"&lt;br /&gt;4. You are asked to design something right on the spot, given no indication of what should be put on this card aside from a logo....for Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;5. After being left in the office for 10 minutes Jose comes back in the room and is surprised that all you have so far is the Nikon logo on a yellow background with a made-up phone number&lt;br /&gt;6. And the kicker, you are left in the waiting area for someone to return when the first interviewer walks by and asks why you are standing there.....because the interview is over, but you received no handshake or thank you for coming....or any indication that the interview was in fact finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that in a nut shell is what I can now call the worst job interview I have ever been a part of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3280999030729245943?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3280999030729245943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3280999030729245943&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3280999030729245943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3280999030729245943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/indicators-that-your-job-interview-is.html' title='Indicators that your job interview is not going well'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX_sllo1SzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gjC8HwADhNw/s72-c/eber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3818040879595557767</id><published>2009-01-27T05:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T05:22:07.532Z</updated><title type='text'>How many posts can I devote to the neti pot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX6ZwjREbHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Nv1y9z8eU9Y/s1600-h/netipot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX6ZwjREbHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Nv1y9z8eU9Y/s200/netipot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295839271213886578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one more. So as promised I purchased my neti pot today, after the worlds worst job interview, more to come on that. I did in fact find this little beauty at Target, it was actually the last one.....this thing must be catching on. Anyway, after much apprehension today I tried it before going to bed and was pleasantly surprised. My nasal passages are clear, my sinuses warmed and soothed and most importantly I can breath through BOTH nostrils at once. It's a little amazing this little pot. Ok, no more neti pot posts....I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3818040879595557767?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3818040879595557767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3818040879595557767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3818040879595557767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3818040879595557767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-posts-can-i-devote-to-neti-pot.html' title='How many posts can I devote to the neti pot?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX6ZwjREbHI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Nv1y9z8eU9Y/s72-c/netipot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1621153843758615056</id><published>2009-01-26T05:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:22:56.085Z</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Target!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX1Iq8AWPLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fEGriTzDRss/s1600-h/target-780105.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX1Iq8AWPLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fEGriTzDRss/s200/target-780105.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295468639356861618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure everyone knows how much I LOVE Target. I mean I applied to work for them in India! India! As I have recently acquired my 4th cold since being home I am considering the purchase of a neti pot (yes the &lt;a href="http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/neti-pot.html"&gt;pot&lt;/a&gt; I previously blogged about which scared the bejesus out of me). Desperate times call for desperate measures people! And in this case it calls for the flushing out of my nasal cavity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was planning on getting said pot from Whole Foods (hippie organic store sure to carry a neti pot), Jackie told me to get one from Target. An idea I quickly discounted....why would Target carry a neti pot? People, I just looked it up online and they carry not one, but 4! 4 versions of the nose juicer! So tomorrow after my interview for the job that could set me free from the Macy's grasp (think good thoughts for me I need all the good energy I can get) I will be heading to Target, the place where nobody knows my name, but never ceases to amaze me with their wide variety of goods. Thank you Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1621153843758615056?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1621153843758615056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1621153843758615056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1621153843758615056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1621153843758615056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-hail-target.html' title='All Hail Target!'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SX1Iq8AWPLI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fEGriTzDRss/s72-c/target-780105.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-21892234554626933</id><published>2009-01-23T17:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:40:55.732Z</updated><title type='text'>The Neti Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXn_k4hF71I/AAAAAAAAAkc/UVybrumkrjM/s1600-h/neti-pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXn_k4hF71I/AAAAAAAAAkc/UVybrumkrjM/s400/neti-pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294543846062288722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Christmas my brother-in-law asked for one of these little babies, also known as a "neti pot".  I call it the nose juicer. Basically you use this thing to flush out excess snot from your nasal cavity and ease sinus congestion. I watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8sDIbRAXlg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video on how to use this little contraption and was thoroughly disturbed by the idea of using this thing. I was then reminded of this image from The Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXoApASvGOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/UjHgC16fmQc/s1600-h/m121608313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXoApASvGOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/UjHgC16fmQc/s400/m121608313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294545016380659938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus bringing together my elf sock, the neti pot and one of my favorite shows The Office. It all seemed very blog-worthy to me. Again, you are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-21892234554626933?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/21892234554626933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=21892234554626933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/21892234554626933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/21892234554626933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/neti-pot.html' title='The Neti Pot'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXn_k4hF71I/AAAAAAAAAkc/UVybrumkrjM/s72-c/neti-pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3926496573385057086</id><published>2009-01-22T18:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:22:44.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Elf foot.....anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does your foot look like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXi5QXDhmDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bh53cA4k0sQ/s1600-h/elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXi5QXDhmDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bh53cA4k0sQ/s400/elf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294185052691863602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if it does I have just the sock for you. As you might know I have taken up knitting in the last year. I've knitted many scarves and hats and recently decided to take on making socks. Well I recently completed my first sock....it's soft and pink and cute.......and made for someone with an elf foot. Minor details I know. I tried my best to jam my own foot into this baby and it's just not gonna happen, so it's up for grabs. You are welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3926496573385057086?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3926496573385057086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3926496573385057086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3926496573385057086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3926496573385057086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/elf-footanyone.html' title='Elf foot.....anyone?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SXi5QXDhmDI/AAAAAAAAAkE/bh53cA4k0sQ/s72-c/elf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1926391531520101611</id><published>2009-01-21T05:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:24:16.744Z</updated><title type='text'>An exciting time</title><content type='html'>Well I just finished watching President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; speech and I gotta say I was inspired. The man can give a good speech. I'm even more excited to see how his presidency pans out. Bring on the change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1926391531520101611?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1926391531520101611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1926391531520101611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1926391531520101611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1926391531520101611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/exciting-time.html' title='An exciting time'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-7299652090560898733</id><published>2009-01-17T23:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:04:46.956Z</updated><title type='text'>The Obama Circus</title><content type='html'>I almost never talk about politics, but I'm reaching my breaking point with the prospect of the inauguration. We are in a recession....nearly depression and Obama is spending a whopping 140 MILLION on his inauguration! I do realize that this money is donated, but it still seems a large price to pay to swear someone into office.  I know it's a historical event, blah, blah, blah but I can't help thinking that we are going to spend the next 4 years watching this man spend spend spend. That is not the kind of "change" I am looking for. On top of this I just saw a commercial where all the people performing at the inauguration were listed, it was like a commercial for the Grammys. Again donated services which I understand, but it does seem a little over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only my first beef, second I am very irritated with the media and their continuous coverage about the upcoming dog purchase and Michelle Obama's redecorating of the White House. These stories have been run more than once on CNN, MSNBC, the radio and my local TV stations.  I like Obama for the most part and am very interested to see how his presidency unfolds, but the focus on these little things is quite frankly putting me off a little bit.   Ok, I'll get off my soap box now. Just some things I've been thinking about lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-7299652090560898733?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7299652090560898733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=7299652090560898733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7299652090560898733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7299652090560898733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-circus.html' title='The Obama Circus'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6179554329462759481</id><published>2009-01-09T00:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:29:13.808Z</updated><title type='text'>A New Etsy Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SWaaQEi9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/RfvU640-6WI/s1600-h/qtpiebaby.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SWaaQEi9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/RfvU640-6WI/s400/qtpiebaby.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289084413282182050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well where else can I shamelessly promote my mom's new Etsy store? She's been working hard to make cute pacifier clips for babies in need of a fancier lifestyle. Come check it out &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6722820"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6179554329462759481?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6179554329462759481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6179554329462759481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6179554329462759481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6179554329462759481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-etsy-store.html' title='A New Etsy Store'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SWaaQEi9Y6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/RfvU640-6WI/s72-c/qtpiebaby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-136056964909842822</id><published>2009-01-08T04:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:22:37.271Z</updated><title type='text'>That's what I call an overshare</title><content type='html'>So as you all know I've been doing the "trial pass" thing at various gyms. This week it's LA Fitness....actually a very good gym, but that's beside the point. Today I tried out the AquaFit class (as in water aerobics)....as in Kristi and two old ladies plus the instructor. I gotta say the class was pretty fun and made me laugh several times, but nothing was more strange or uncomfortable than the exchange that too place between myself (in my swimming suit) and a total stranger in the women's locker room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm standing there and this girl asks if I liked the class and I told her yes, then she goes on to tell me that she was considering going too but her swim suit was too worn out to be seen in public...fair enough. She then went on to tell me how she was persuaded to join when the sales person told her she was so unhealthy she would die prematurely if she didn't start working out there....yikes! (Starting to get uncomfortable) THEN she goes on to tell me about her free personal training session where she asked the trainer to "kick her butt". This did not go well as she started feeling faint, was given some water and an orange to eat, and then threw up in a nearby trash can....and a little on someone's desk. All of this was divulged to me, a total stranger, in the LA Fitness locker room. That's what I call an overshare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-136056964909842822?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/136056964909842822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=136056964909842822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/136056964909842822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/136056964909842822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-what-i-call-overshare.html' title='That&apos;s what I call an overshare'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2285596264053781417</id><published>2009-01-06T04:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:11:51.443Z</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>In a recent conversation I was advised that "everyone needs a gun, Kristi." This was followed by a story about the location this person keeps their gun....in their pantry in a can labeled "wild rice". While I do not agree with the idea that everyone needs a gun I do very much enjoy the idea of that storage solution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2285596264053781417?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2285596264053781417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2285596264053781417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2285596264053781417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2285596264053781417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8881156564419287942</id><published>2009-01-03T23:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:47:07.149Z</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome to the family."</title><content type='html'>I spent the day with the Cumming's family on Friday and was invited to join them on their yearly excursion to Walmart where they have their family portrait taken. On the way there Jackie in jest says, "Kristi should be in the picture." Knowing that her mom will completely agree with this idea I immediatly give her a stern look...but it was too late, the seed was planted. Yes my friends, Kristi Westberg became part of the Walmart portrait studio experience, complete with changing backgrounds and props. My personal favorite was the hazy twinkly background with little mushrooms where Jackie and I made ridiculous faces a one another. This was closely followed by the fake library background which I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end her mom ordered 36 sheets of photos, many of which were of Jackie and I and some of just me....Jackie was cropped out. Sadly, I do not have the pictures yet, but believe me I will be posting those suckers as soon as I have copies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8881156564419287942?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8881156564419287942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8881156564419287942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8881156564419287942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8881156564419287942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-family.html' title='&quot;Welcome to the family.&quot;'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-8718563138948915308</id><published>2008-12-31T14:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:01:33.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Macy's Moments</title><content type='html'>So I realize that it is VERY stupid for one to blog about their work, however since the only thing happening in my life right now involves Macy's I feel I have no choice. Therefore I will proceed with a little series of posts I will call "Macy's Moments".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Macy's,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the protocol for an associate to follow when a customer has an entire conversation with themself in another language while you are ringing up their purchases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Ignore ignore ignore&lt;br /&gt;B. Ask, "would you or your friend like to open up a Macy's credit card?"&lt;br /&gt;C. Offer your opinion on any subject you desire in a third language&lt;br /&gt;D. All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-8718563138948915308?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8718563138948915308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=8718563138948915308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8718563138948915308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/8718563138948915308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/macys-moments.html' title='Macy&apos;s Moments'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5302369026282385702</id><published>2008-12-31T04:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:14:07.097Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bad news:&lt;br /&gt;Have had 2 colds and one stomach flu since arriving back in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my poor health I have lost 7 pounds.....now we know how to keep off those holiday pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5302369026282385702?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5302369026282385702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5302369026282385702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5302369026282385702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5302369026282385702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-news-have-had-2-colds-and-one.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6991243255917349205</id><published>2008-12-18T05:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:40:26.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Dallas Radio Stations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am begging you to stop playing Taylor Swift, Love Story. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kristi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6991243255917349205?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6991243255917349205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6991243255917349205&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6991243255917349205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6991243255917349205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-dallas-radio-stations-i-am-begging.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-6074711909151591582</id><published>2008-12-16T05:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:06:57.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Making the rounds</title><content type='html'>So my plan to join a gym has been somewhat faltered by the fact that I make a whopping $100 a week on average, making a monthly gym payment a bit unreachable right now. In an effort to not have to run outside when it's REALLY cold (as in your lungs start to burn) I have started my tour of Frisco health clubs via the genius of the "7-day free pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have worked my way through LifeTime Fitness and 24 Hour Fitness. Next up LA Fitness. That's nearly a month of free gym usage people! Clubs I can still mooch off of include Bally's Total Fitness, Snap Fitness, and if I'm desperate enough Curves. 4 out of 5 of these clubs includes the word fitness in the title....just had to mention that. Anyway, between 24 and LifeTime I vote LifeTime, however if you are unable to pay the $79 per month to join you may want to join the gym rats of the Frisco 24 Hour Fitness for the small price of $29.99 a month.  The only downside to this evil plan.....gym sales people calling you non-stop to find out how your pass is working and pressuring you to join now before the incredible deal they have offered you expires!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-6074711909151591582?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6074711909151591582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=6074711909151591582&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6074711909151591582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/6074711909151591582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-rounds.html' title='Making the rounds'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-4327688549597668182</id><published>2008-12-11T15:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:46:10.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Something I've been wondering</title><content type='html'>Why does Charlie Brown have male patterned baldness? He's a little kid. Does he have alopecia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-4327688549597668182?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4327688549597668182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=4327688549597668182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4327688549597668182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/4327688549597668182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-ive-been-wondering.html' title='Something I&apos;ve been wondering'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5004279769659415757</id><published>2008-12-08T21:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:12.874Z</updated><title type='text'>Things that are hard to do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Get Jenna's dog Max to wear a Christmas wreath around his neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Putting a Santa hat and beard on her other dog Hogan&lt;br /&gt;3. Making them pose for a Christmas picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the outcome was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277531966686043474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ST2PXLUXHVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fj3AT5TBobk/s400/Ho+Ho+Ho+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277532134218618466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ST2Pg7bPVmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/MkPoV9CknSM/s400/Ho+Ho+Ho+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5004279769659415757?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5004279769659415757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5004279769659415757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5004279769659415757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5004279769659415757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-that-are-hard-to-do.html' title='Things that are hard to do:'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/ST2PXLUXHVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fj3AT5TBobk/s72-c/Ho+Ho+Ho+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1238347274803755092</id><published>2008-12-04T16:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:14:09.624Z</updated><title type='text'>You may experience some discomfort</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Denton&lt;/span&gt; to do a little returning of things/purchasing of Christmas gifts. I went into a dressing room to try on some clothes in Target and there was a women in the room next door. During the some 15 minutes I was in there she managed to sound like she was birthing a child and produce an enormous belch. I have to say I was pretty disgusted...and also wondered whether she managed to get on what I can only assume was her very own sausage casing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1238347274803755092?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1238347274803755092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1238347274803755092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1238347274803755092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1238347274803755092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-may-experience-some-discomfort.html' title='You may experience some discomfort'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3250448059083562320</id><published>2008-12-03T16:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:27:22.554Z</updated><title type='text'>My New OCD</title><content type='html'>So I recently joined &lt;a href="http://myfooddiary.com/"&gt;My Food Diary&lt;/a&gt; in an effort to keep better track of what I'm putting in myself. I realize this service sounds crazy and has the potential to make me truly obsessed with keeping tabs on myself, but so far it has been pretty interesting. You put in everything you eat in a day, the exercise you do (if you are doing that) and it tells you whether you need to make changes to meet your goals. So far I've found out it likes when you eat healthy and is not so fond of you when you decide to have some Blue Bell Cookies 'n Cream ice cream.....who'd have guessed. Anyway, I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3250448059083562320?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3250448059083562320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3250448059083562320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3250448059083562320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3250448059083562320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-ocd.html' title='My New OCD'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-625308489851352055</id><published>2008-11-29T03:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:06:25.455Z</updated><title type='text'>The Funniest Part of My Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I was walking towards a customer at work today when she shot me a look like I was growing a set of horns. Next thing I know she is staring at me and telling me how I look just like her sister.....did I mention this girl was black? It took a LOT of will power to not laugh at that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-625308489851352055?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/625308489851352055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=625308489851352055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/625308489851352055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/625308489851352055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/funniest-part-of-my-black-friday.html' title='The Funniest Part of My Black Friday'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3974119249354182804</id><published>2008-11-25T23:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:12:23.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Sodaman</title><content type='html'>Today I was passing by a Sonic in my car and there was a man dressed up as a huge sonic beverage. As I drove by a person was walking towards him. The sodaman threw his giant sign at the man, turned and ran away. It was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3974119249354182804?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3974119249354182804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3974119249354182804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3974119249354182804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3974119249354182804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/sodaman.html' title='Sodaman'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-3741753458137153048</id><published>2008-11-24T04:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:34:11.783Z</updated><title type='text'>I joined the masses</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend I too went to see what some will call the blockbuster of our time....those people are most likely about 10 or more years younger than me, but it will be said. You guessed it, I saw Twilight....keep reading Jenny. I was surprised by two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The character called Jasper was channeling his inner Edward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt; in order to play his non-speaking role. To make the likeness even greater he spent a lot of time shuffling around in the background and looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pouty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SSoshEadZnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/H6mSF1OouSg/s1600-h/scissorhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SSoshEadZnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/H6mSF1OouSg/s400/scissorhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272075260422612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mike Dexter....of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0127723/"&gt;Can't Hardly Wait&lt;/a&gt; (in case you didn't know I LOVE THIS MOVIE....Annalise will attest to that) played the vampire dad to his clan of vampire children. You've come a long way Mike, and nobody called him a fag in this movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;movin&lt;/span&gt;' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SSosQwTE1bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2rFEpQQga1o/s1600-h/mike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SSosQwTE1bI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/2rFEpQQga1o/s400/mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272074980145026482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway for those of you who were even considering reading the book...or worse watching the movie instead of reading the book...don't do it! I must admit I enjoyed the book, but watching it being played out on screen made me want to vomit several times. Thank goodness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scissorhands&lt;/span&gt; and Mike Dexter were there to hold things together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-3741753458137153048?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3741753458137153048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=3741753458137153048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3741753458137153048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/3741753458137153048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-joined-masses.html' title='I joined the masses'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1TfDTY5dqkw/SSoshEadZnI/AAAAAAAAAaE/H6mSF1OouSg/s72-c/scissorhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-2515591672693130940</id><published>2008-11-21T01:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:31:32.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><content type='html'>Well I went through register training at Macy's today, 4.5 hours with me, a computer, a training CD, and a register. It wasn't too bad really, and the good news is I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bad news. I received my work schedule for the next 3 weeks.....I am scheduled to work two days. Wait, it gets worse, one of those days is the day after Thanksgiving.....and the shift is from 4:45am to 1pm. I know, there are no words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-2515591672693130940?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2515591672693130940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=2515591672693130940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2515591672693130940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/2515591672693130940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/training-day.html' title='Training Day'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-1180716122563946938</id><published>2008-11-19T16:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:03:48.308Z</updated><title type='text'>I have news....</title><content type='html'>Some will find this to be good.....others, bad (Jenny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Twilight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-1180716122563946938?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1180716122563946938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=1180716122563946938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1180716122563946938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/1180716122563946938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-news.html' title='I have news....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-5861524526700656427</id><published>2008-11-15T13:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:45:14.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I hate to keep playing this card, but I got another job yesterday. After a VERY long group interview and this little scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (sitting trying to look like a good potential employee)&lt;br /&gt;Ali: (guy applying to work at Macy's who did not speak English)&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Pointing to the question "Why do you want to work at Macy's?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would write what you like about Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Ali: I like Macy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about as far as I could get with him. Anyway, after a 2.5 hour process I was completely signed on to work the holiday season, and the pay is a bit higher and there are more hours than the Bath &amp;amp; Body Works job. So there you go, job number two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-5861524526700656427?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5861524526700656427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=5861524526700656427&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5861524526700656427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/5861524526700656427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-hate-to-keep-playing-this-card-but.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19834553.post-7938666994205246491</id><published>2008-11-13T05:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:14:08.909Z</updated><title type='text'>You speak German....how about Chinese?</title><content type='html'>When I open up Firefox on my computer everything is in German. I know one German person....how did this happen? When I tried to use my dad's scanner somehow the display screen with all the instructions changed to Chinese. Is this a new power and if so how can I harness it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I got a job today....don't get excited. You are now officially reading the blog of a Bath &amp;amp; Body Works employee...part-time....seasonal. Can't get much lower than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19834553-7938666994205246491?l=krizzlesblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7938666994205246491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19834553&amp;postID=7938666994205246491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7938666994205246491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19834553/posts/default/7938666994205246491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krizzlesblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-speak-germanchinese.html' title='You speak German....how about Chinese?'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12134891693557827491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pb3REglQjVM/Tb_qEtJsFKI/AAAAAAAABGA/_JSp4u8gPBg/s220/IMG_4654_1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
