<?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-6576393458057449036</id><updated>2011-10-08T09:27:41.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The accounts of my day to day as seen by me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6497187101657572184</id><published>2011-04-13T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:56:28.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running / School / Family</title><content type='html'>So I honestly feel like my life is on fast forward. I have not been able to catch my breath, and its still going! Since I went to San Diego for work, I have not been able to get back into my usual groove, and just got back from vacation that I need a vacation from!! We went to Arizona to see the family, and go to a wedding, for one of my dads cousins. I went basically to see the family since its been a while since I've seen them. I love them. They are hilarious. Its my dads family, so its the 'Mexican' side of me, and they are a blast in a glass as the Jersey Shore would put it. Seriously the wedding went till 1am, and at midnight a full out like 40 piece band with tubas and stuff showed up. Seriously midnight. Our cousin Jorge is the sweetest thing in the world, and made our stay very comfortable, and even Mace found his place within the family. Our cousin Ruben may have had a man crush on his muscles. The weather was awesome, except on Saturday when it rained and was a little colder than the rest of the time. But I'll take some rain, and 50's to the snowstorm Utah had while we were gone. I had to put Henry in a kennel because my cousin Shy decided to have a life of her own and had plans!! I mean come on Shy! Ha kidding, he actually did really good in the kennel, and when I picked him up the guy told me that the ladies that worked there fell in love with him, cause well he's like the sweetest dog in the world! He was very excited to pull me out of the place like "well that was a swell time, I made lots of new friends, but LETS GO!!" Apparently my cat Wilfred also missed us and when we got home, he ran down the hall to Henry, and hasnt left us alone since. He hasnt even beat up on Henry since we've been back, which is like a daily occurrence. I was dumb enough to start school the day after I got back from vacation. Good job Celina, I didnt really have any time to prepare, and havent been able to read the weekly stuff yet, so I feel already behind, but I started the Bachelors program so these classes are only 5 weeks, then I get a little break, and I think I'm going to switch to the ground campus, because its a little cheaper, so hopefully I can get an extra class in next year (my cap at work is 10K, and the school is so expensive I can only take so many classes a year) I also am remembering how little time I have for anything else when I have to do school stuff, so my nights have been a little crazy. I am running a half marathon this weekend, and hopefully I dont fall over dead before I at least cross the finish line. I've been trying to run and get prepared but its a little difficult with snow ever other day and after running on the treadmill for 30 minutes I want to gouge my eyes out, so trying to get 7 miles on the treadmill rarely happens. So hopefully I do alright in it. I am also now running in another relay type thing with Mace, Jess, and Katie, and the Ragnar in October. Mace plans on making us all runners if it kills him, or us in the process. So other than that I havent been doing anything else, I'm considering getting another dog to be Henry's friend but I dont know if I want another dog. I'm having real issues with hair and the fact that the cats throw up about once a day on the carpet that I have also though of giving all the animals away and not having to deal with it. But....thats not gonna happen, cause I didnt spent 2k on a dog surgery to just give him away!! :) I'm considering a poodle, or a poodle mix to not have the hair issue, but they cost like hundreds of dollars, and I'm not about spending that much on a dog. I'd much rather adopt a dog from the pound so I can feel like I've done my part to make the world a better place. :) I dont know. We'll see, I'm a sucker for puppies and it is spring time, where baby things are everywhere so I'm sure I'll have a second dog soon enough. I better stay away from Wal-Mart's grassy knolls for awhile. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-6497187101657572184?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6497187101657572184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/04/running-school-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6497187101657572184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6497187101657572184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/04/running-school-family.html' title='Running / School / Family'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-906383110626888666</id><published>2011-03-21T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:30:19.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CPkCCYQuNo/TYgXaaFy4GI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gbebdP5UM4A/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586741080200765538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CPkCCYQuNo/TYgXaaFy4GI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gbebdP5UM4A/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEsBCM6COYM/TYgXJnZ9QoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lCZh1KJYElI/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586740791717216898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kEsBCM6COYM/TYgXJnZ9QoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/lCZh1KJYElI/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFxpFYOzYUM/TYgWgvK8SCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oe63s6heN6A/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586740089427085346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DFxpFYOzYUM/TYgWgvK8SCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oe63s6heN6A/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X-hpp2lbfUQ/TYgV5zFy23I/AAAAAAAAAQM/CDPuSus-AKo/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586739013594711682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5jPci0oY-U/TYgViHYhBoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S3PIC6PB-JA/s320/151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ8nU_wRqVo/TYgVhndEGRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VgD-vxuo-yA/s1600/134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586739005023852818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ8nU_wRqVo/TYgVhndEGRI/AAAAAAAAAPs/VgD-vxuo-yA/s320/134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS_0cm9-B24/TYgVhCaPVDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L3mxsY8JZM8/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586738995079894066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZS_0cm9-B24/TYgVhCaPVDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/L3mxsY8JZM8/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xIxY3byu3E/TYgVK29lNnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zvTnD1a4yHc/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586738614049781362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xIxY3byu3E/TYgVK29lNnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zvTnD1a4yHc/s320/084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So again, its been forever since I've posted anything. Since January I've gotten my associates degree (yay me!!) realized that I'm gonna have another 4 years before I can get my Bachelors because University of Phoenix is so expensive that my 10K cap at work is only going to pay for about 6 classes a year. AWESOME. I guess later is better than never, but I'm pretty sure by the time I'm done I'll have ripped out my hair and gouged out my eyeballs. Whatever, as long as I get a degree right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just got back from San Diego doing an audit on another Parker division. It was a very nice get away. The weather was in the 70's every day and anytime I can walk outside at night with just a light cardigan on is a nice day. I got to see some family, and go to the San Diego Zoo. Listen, not saying that I thought the zoo here was amazing, because I know its kinda bad, and they cant seem to keep animals alive, but still you make due with what you have right? I dont think I'll ever be able to go back. The San Diego Zoo was AMAZING. It was huge, and the animals were awesome, the habitats were really nice, and the animals were actually visible. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had my 26 b-day. I'm getting old. Things have been pretty good, and although some of my friends are having a 2011 from hell so far (Thinking about you Christie) mine has been alright. I'm slowly getting over Mark, and although I still fight the urge to email him that he pretty much rooned me, made me crazy, and that I still want to rip his face off, and of course still the Why aspect. I have not. So kudos to me! I'm realizing that I'm okay on my own, and even though people (Katie, and Biehn) have told me that I'm crazy for wanting to wait a year to date again, I really dont want to rush into anything, and it not like people are lining up, so..... it might be a year and not just because I decided it. :) Maybe losing a few pounds will help, but Lord knows that hasnt happened in awhile. I will hopefully be running the Salt Lake half Marathon in April, although the 'training' isnt really happening. I've been super busy, and very lazy and turns out its weeks away and the longest I've run is about 40 minutes. Good thing I gotta go 13.2 miles. Shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iposted some pictures for your viewing pleasure. :) Of course you'll see the pictures first, then read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-906383110626888666?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/906383110626888666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/03/26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/906383110626888666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/906383110626888666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/03/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CPkCCYQuNo/TYgXaaFy4GI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gbebdP5UM4A/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3197284373460022854</id><published>2011-01-18T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:16:31.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let everyone know how excited I was that when I got home from work today it was light outside. Then when Henry and I went for our walk at 530 it was still light, and when we got done about 20-25 minutes later (he still cant go for that long) it was still technically light outside!!! I love light. I'm so ready for the sun to not go down till after 9pm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3197284373460022854?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3197284373460022854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/01/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3197284373460022854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3197284373460022854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/01/light.html' title='Light!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-2953185271133601119</id><published>2011-01-07T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:22:08.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>So apparently I'm the only lame &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgF4CGAKDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/akB52We7OfQ/s1600/003%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one out of my friends who havent posted a blog in forever so here we go, not that anyone will read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, since my last post Baby Lorenzo is adorable. Cutest kid ever I think. He is always all smiles, and already has 2 teeth and is trying to crawl. The kid is like 6 months old. Is that normal? I dont know, I dont have the children. Even though I was not thrilled with the name Lorenzo, its growing on me, but only because he is so stinking cute. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgCezlLNfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Ceqrkzew1I/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696468254340594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgCezlLNfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Ceqrkzew1I/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgCeQmDR-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8vOEBVTqSwI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559696458862774242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgCeQmDR-I/AAAAAAAAAOY/8vOEBVTqSwI/s400/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I know. He is too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Sara Bareilles cd did come out and it was amazing. In November I went to the Sara Bareilles concert, and that my friends, was the best concert I've ever been too. She is amazing. Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclipse was awesome, and cant wait for Breaking Dawn. I need it pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've caught up on what I talked about last time, here's the new stuff. Lets see.... Umm, we went to Cabo, and that was super fun. Not as pretty as Cancun, but a trip to Mexico is always a good time. I'm still in school and should have my Associates by the end of February!! Look at me getting my associates by 25. I'll be 25 for all of 7 days when I do, but still thats 25. So kudos to me, if I can pass these last two classes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry had to have surgery the day before Thanksgiving. We were having issues with his knee all last year, since last spring really. He started limping pretty bad, and after x-rays, and keeping him off it (poor guy only went on like 3 walks all last spring and summer combined) he ended up tearing something in his knee. I dont know big doctor words, but basically I think he did the dog equivalent of tearing his ACL. So that was $2,000. Good thing I wanted a 100lb dog right? But I love him, and talking about spending 2000 dollars on a dog, and actually facing the situation are two different things, so I had to do it. His full recovery is 4 months, and we are about 1.5 months in. He is doing really good, and I can tell he is getting cabin fever and wants to run. He really is the sweetest dog in the world. He makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgGyY8mSGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/111OUhzw4AY/s1600/003%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559701202748721250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgGyY8mSGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/111OUhzw4AY/s400/003%2B%25284%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont judge him and his pink bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Thanksgiving and Henry's surgery, It was actually on Dec 1st, Mark decided that after basically two years together he didnt love me anymore and moved out. Which is awesome. Mind you he is leaving for Afghanistan in a few days for a year deployment, but umm GET REAL Mark! First of all, we had the perfect relationship, or I thought we did. We never really argued, never had a serious fight, and always laughed and I felt honestly like the relationship was 50/50, you know, finally I was in a relationship that was going to last, and was what it was supposed to be. Then I came home small chatted with Mark for a minute, said hello to the dogs, went to change to run on the treadmill, and he said we needed to talk. He then proceeded to say "I dont think you should wait for me while I'm gone" and me being me went "Oh yeah, Okay" real sarcastic like. When I realized he was serious, I honestly felt like the rug was pulled out from under me. Hell at least give me a warning!! Pick a fight, do something!! After a bunch of tears on my end, it was basically this: He didnt see us, (not him, just us, cause I asked) getting married, he didnt love me "like he should" any more and he didnt think it was fair for me to wait for a year for him to come back and break it off. WOW. I think my words to him were "well for someone who doesnt like to talk about major things, or fight, you sure know how to rip someones heart out" I also remember saying "could you make me a shirt to go along with it that says ' a two year relationship and all I got was this cool TV" when he told me I could keep the flatscreen huge TV that he loved. ( and I wonder why I'm not marry-able right!!) Yeah, dont worry, he really did want to talk "stuff" an hour after ripping my heart out and spitting on it. he said "well I'm basically your roommate and I dont want to leave you in a bad place" Really? F. U. You werent a roommate. So yeah, lets just say Christmas and New Years really sucked a big one. Yeah, a happy face was put on, and smiles, and giggles with everyone, but it sucked. It still sucks. Its been over a month, and I still didnt realize you could hurt this bad. I know thats stupid to say, cause HELLO I was married and got divorced!! But Kiel and I were not what we were supposed to be. Our relationship was a trainwreck from the get go, and I was almost relieved when it was finally over. This was what it was supposed to be, and if I had a million dollars to bet I would have put everyone on the fact that we were going to get a house and get married and have babies when he got home. Yeah we never talked about getting married, because the one thing mark didnt do was talk serious stuff. But we did talk about buying a house when he got back, and I would occasionally say "well one day when we have kids" and he never ran from the room screaming, so marriage was implied. But I guess thats my fault for assuming, cause we all know what that does!! And Lord has it ever! I still dont even know where to go from here or where to start to pick up the hot mess that is Celina right now off the floor. I cried the other day because henry is a slob and there is dog kibble all over the floor, and when mark and molly lived here there was no kibble on the floor because apparently Molly was Henry's vacuum. And thats a dumb thing to cry about, but what do you do? I cry on commercials so there you go. I do miss that damn dog though, who was the epitome of why I never wanted a smaller female dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWHO!! Enough of all of that. I finally got sucked into Jersey Shore. I proudly went 2 years not giving in, but with basically 2 weeks off from work over the holidays, and nothing else on, I caved. And it is a fantastic train wreck. If you dont watch it, dont get sucked in. If you do, listen I dont know why we support such none sense but can I just say my new phrase is GET REAL with hand motions and everything. And sadly this morning while getting dressed I did sing "Its T-Shirt Time...." Yes, sadly this is true. I also caved to the stupidity of Facebook. That is not a joke. I hate it. Thats all I'm sayin. Look me up though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its a new year, and I am officially declaring this; 2011 the Year of Me! Here are my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1-Work on me and my issues cause I am a nut-job&lt;br /&gt;2- NO GUYS!!&lt;br /&gt;3-Loose weight and do well in the 1/2 marathon I'm doing in April or May or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;4-focus on school, and paying off debt(not sure how I'm gonna do the debt thing, but things always seem to work itself out)&lt;br /&gt;5- Be Happy!!&lt;br /&gt;6- call up everyone I've ever dumped and apologize!! (not really, but being this is the first time I've been dumped, I'm seeing the other side, and WOW, I am a B*&amp;amp;^%!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go. Hopefully this year will be a good year! I'll try to not suck at life, and post every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-2953185271133601119?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/2953185271133601119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2953185271133601119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2953185271133601119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/TSgCezlLNfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/7Ceqrkzew1I/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8330981336560026103</id><published>2010-06-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:28:15.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile....</title><content type='html'>So I know its been awhile, but not much has been going on, but I do have some news... Big news... Well first Tera had baby Lorenzo today. 8lbs, 14 oz. 21 inches. I still havent met him, cause it was my late day at work, so I am taking a half day tomorrow. So excited to see him, I love babies!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just saw the best thing ever. Sara Bareilles is releasing her next album on September 7th!! I cant freaking wait, I have waiting for this album for years, I can still listen to Little Voice every day. I pre-ordered it of course, and already have the single 'King of Anything' Its pretty good, because she is amazing.  So go get it, and on September 7th get the full album!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as I was watching my recording of so you think you can dance, they did a dance to a song 'Jar of Hearts' I loved it, so I bought that song too. Christina Perri sings it. Its really good so go listen to that you wont regret it.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I see Eclipse tomorrow night! Tickets are ridiculous these days and we couldnt get the midnight showing which is fine, cause Im old these days, and that is late. So excited, it looks super good. I'll post some pics of baby Lorenzo soon, I really excited to meet him. Also, I'm probably glad I wasnt there cause as I was talking to Gina, she told me that Jaymin saw him and was bawling, not teary eyed, but tears streaming down him face. He said " Oh grandma I love him so much already!!! I'm going to be the best big brother!" Just typing that Im crying again...Ughh!  Jay really is a good kid. I would have just held him in  my arms and cried!! Then she told me that my dad held Lorenzo and cried as he spoke to him in Spanish. My dad is a wreck when in comes to babies, especially baby boys, I think you guys know why. So as I was talking to her I was a mess, and would have died if I was there. I'm sure I'll cry tomorrow though cause Im an emotional wreck on a regular day, add in a new baby and I'm going to be a hot mess....Oh then my dad told Jessica again that she didnt need to be married to have a baby...Good one dad, we'll keep on her!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8330981336560026103?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8330981336560026103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8330981336560026103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8330981336560026103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile....'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-5185015698686262598</id><published>2010-05-11T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:11:46.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore!!</title><content type='html'>SO GOOD! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNDR79U5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IT_ajqYsUcg/s1600/100_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199047400543122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNDR79U5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IT_ajqYsUcg/s400/100_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNC8b_8xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kN4_JL54uc4/s1600/100_0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199041629352722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNC8b_8xI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kN4_JL54uc4/s400/100_0421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNCnr2FGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uuQTaic94Qo/s1600/100_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199036058670178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNCnr2FGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/uuQTaic94Qo/s400/100_0408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNBwlXk8I/AAAAAAAAANs/iFyPtKnaIhI/s1600/100_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199021267555266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNBwlXk8I/AAAAAAAAANs/iFyPtKnaIhI/s400/100_0402.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNBafF0mI/AAAAAAAAANk/MdrDAoU7CkY/s1600/100_0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470199015335645794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNBafF0mI/AAAAAAAAANk/MdrDAoU7CkY/s400/100_0401.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I know you guys probably think I'm like a Paramore freak. Whenever I talk about music I go off on how great they are. Turns out they are. So once again, you'll have to listen (read) about them. So last night Katie, Jenn, Emily, and I went to the Paramore concert. It was AMAZING!! First of all Katie bought tickets like the day they came out and we didnt really know where we were. Turns out general admission is Awesome!! I have always wondered how in the heavens the lucky people on the floor right next to the stage got their tickets. Turns out that is general admission for places like the Delta (energy solutions) and E- Center, and those are the ones that go first. We were on the floor right by the stage! Granted we got there a little later than we hoped, but still before the 2nd opening band started playing, so all the kids had gotten there before us, but still such good seats! Speaking of, what in the world are we feeding todays kids? Turns out every one of them, all of which you could tell were like 14 were all taller than me. Cool. Could we stop putting growth hormones in the chicken we eat? (yeah, I watched the documentary about the food we eat. Sick BTW) Its making kids tall. The only one I was taller than was this sweet little thing that looked about 11. She was all snazzed up and looked to be on a first date. I wanted to pick her up and take her to the lost and found cause certainly her parents were looking for her! Anyway, Paramore. AMAZING! I am always nervous about going to concerts cause they never sound that great. She sounded better live, her voice is incredible. I have a new found love for them, and they were already my fav. I will be purchasing their 1st album like tomorrow. I always new they had a first album and always wanted it, but I just never got it, and with the new music they had coming out I figured, look to the future! Listen, I need the first album now! I found Paramore like 3 years ago or something like that, when Riot came out and feel in love. Brand New Eyes is their new album and is also great, so now I need the first one. She (the lead singer, Haley) was also the cutest damn thing ever! She is total like punk rock, but so cute. Her personality when she was interacting with the crowd was great, and they even let one of the people they met backstage come and sing a song with her. That chick should have been me, cause I also know ever word to Misery Business. Anyway, I know that none of my friends that read my blog, aside from Katie have really given them a shot. I need you too, your the only ones missing out!! All day today I have been listening to them, and it has been the best day ever!! Here's some pics of the concert, Look how close we were!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-5185015698686262598?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/5185015698686262598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5185015698686262598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5185015698686262598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/05/paramore.html' title='Paramore!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S-oNDR79U5I/AAAAAAAAAOE/IT_ajqYsUcg/s72-c/100_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-418583570388157829</id><published>2010-05-03T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:06:13.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Add another one to the list....</title><content type='html'>So weird stuff is always happening to me. Let me paint you a picture of Friday night....&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving work at 830pm after a 12 hour day. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and Im trying to carry 3 arm-full's worth of stuff in my 2 wee arms while digging out my keys out of my giant purse. It's getting dark, and I'm trying to decide what to have for dinner since Mark is not home. I UNLOCK my door (remember this) open the car door, sit down, and pivot to throw all the crap onto my passenger seat and stop...."Whoa, is this my car???" I ask myself, and while still holding everything I begin to look around. Yes, its Betsy, definitely Betsy. So why then is there a used tupperware bowl on my passenger seat that is not mine?!!?? I then do what any sane person does at this point...Turn to the back seat looking for a murderer (he could have gotten hungry having to wait for so long) When there was no murderer I set my stuff down, put my fingers to my lips and began thinking...Am I crazy? Did I really eat lunch in here?? I swear I went home and let the dogs out since I was going to be so late, but was that really yesterday?? Maybe the tupperware is old, and was stuck under my seat, and while erratically driving it popped out, and magically landed perfectly on the passenger seat! Yes, thats it...Except the tupperware is not the type I have. So then I start looking for broken windows, missing stuff, and if all the other door (besides the one I just unlocked ) is locked. Nothing missing, nothing broken, all doors locked.  I then thought, should I get out? Where am I gonna go? Who am I gonna call? No one else is here! I then think this has to be a big scam and someone, anyone is going to come out laughing with the people from Candid Camera. I waited 10 minutes for this to happen(really). When no one showed up, and I was not murdered I decided I better leave. I then called Jess so in case someone crawled out of my trunk through the back seat while driving I had a witness, and could say my good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is another car at my work, that kind of looks like mine. I have gotten confused once and almost tried to open that car, before going "Whoa there Sue! NOT YOUR CAR!!" Knowing that people dont take kindly to half-Mexicans hanging out peering into peoples car I was grateful no one saw. But, even if this is the person, and they got confused also, HOW DID THEY GET IN??!!?? And while your enjoying your lunch, wouldnt you notice that things aren't right? And when you put your dirty spoon into the middle console wouldnt you think "I dont have Carrie Underwood, and Rihanna in my car" Yes, I found the dirty spoon in the middle console of my car next to my Carrie Underwood, and Rihanna CD cases. Which followed with me saying out loud "WTF IS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW!!" I am really hoping that maybe this person ate lunch elsewhere, and was just putting there stuff in "their" car so they wouldnt have to take it later. But again, HOW DID THEY GET IN! I am a freak when it comes to locking doors. I locked myself out of my car not to long ago at a gas station because Im dumb and locked it right before shutting the door and I was just getting gas! The mood was a little lightened when after a minute Jessica busted up laughing and said "I bet someone called their sister on there way home and was like 'DUDE!! Someone got in my car and stole my used tupperware!!!"  My life is very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-418583570388157829?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/418583570388157829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/05/add-another-one-to-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/418583570388157829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/418583570388157829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/05/add-another-one-to-list.html' title='Add another one to the list....'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-1469018727665325366</id><published>2010-04-12T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:40:33.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.N.O</title><content type='html'>So Katch, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people at my work are always doing fundraisers and doing fun things to try and raise money for good causes.  I found out today that on May 20th (Thursday) they are doing a G.N.O (Girls night out)-Listen I had to ask cause apparently I am not up on my cool lingo.  I guess the new Sex in the City movie comes out on May 27th(I havent seen any previews so I'm going off what I was told) so they are renting the banquet hall at the megaplex the week before to get everyone excited. For $30 dollars you get drinks, food, and to watch the 1st Sex in the City movie. (If all goes according to plan, the drinks will be cocktails so I think its only for those over 21) They are trying to get 150 ladies to attend so they can donate $4500 to Doctors without Borders. Its all nonprofit for the people throwing it, and they are even trying to get the food, and liquor donated so it all goes to charity. Its a good cause, and would be fun to get together and have some drinks, and a movie. Although its not the new one it can prep you for the new one. Katch I know you'll be watching it beforehand anyway. I think it would be fun, so let me know if you can/want to attend. I know its on a Thursday night, but I think we all need a ladies night. They also told me we can invite as many people as we want, so since I have like 4 friends (sad right?) You guys can also invite people.  Let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-1469018727665325366?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/1469018727665325366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/gno.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1469018727665325366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1469018727665325366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/gno.html' title='G.N.O'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-4866036731800866251</id><published>2010-04-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:20:13.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I love cats??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S7qL5pSNIMI/AAAAAAAAANc/oSu6fiqisic/s1600/100_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456827720963793090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S7qL5pSNIMI/AAAAAAAAANc/oSu6fiqisic/s400/100_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face,&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-4866036731800866251?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/4866036731800866251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-i-love-cats-need-i-say-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4866036731800866251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4866036731800866251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-do-i-love-cats-need-i-say-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S7qL5pSNIMI/AAAAAAAAANc/oSu6fiqisic/s72-c/100_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3848882899611816323</id><published>2010-04-02T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:22:54.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY paying off!!</title><content type='html'>So I can just be gross for a second and gush about my guy? Listen, he watches DIY network (do it yourself) all day long. Seriously all day, sadly I get sucked into the shows, and now think I can install cabinets in a day. But, in the time of him moving in (Technically January?) He has:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed the horrible "fence" that the Ex built that would not open and was tied together to kept shut. yeah I can use it now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed the back door so I'm not rapped and pillaged in my sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put new weather stripping on the front door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Added shelving into the pantry and moved all the spices into a easy to reach (Im not tall) space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fixed the water connection to the swamp cooler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and just yesterday fixed the bathroom sink!!! WHOOOTT WHOOOTT!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;People, the sink has leaked since I moved into this place like 4 years ago. I never fixed it cause I didnt watch DIY till Mark moved in, and hi, I dont even know where you turn the water off. The leak has progressively gotten worse, you know, like leaks do in 4 years, and was a continuous stream that would have filled a glass of water in 10 min. (Dear Earth, I'm sorry) It also had a tendency to only leak scalding hot water. So the water and heat bill Im sure will be going down drastically. The only downfall?? Poor handsome man AKA Wilfred will no longer be able to do his hair. The new sink has a hot and cold faucet not just one that you turn for which temp (which didnt work anyway, Im telling you brushing your teeth sucked!) and (are you ready Katie?) and drain stopper! Oh how we appreciate the little things when you go 4 years without and every bobby pin, hair tie, eyeshadow, tweezers, and whatever else you put next to a sink you lost. Poor Wilfred sat on the sink this morning while I was getting ready, and after using his wee little paws to try and pry the drain stopper out without success and with no water running, he sat and starred at it, Im sure while thinking "okay, I KNOW yesterday I totally came in here and did my hair like 6 times WHAT GIVES!!" As this is his most joyful thing that he does in his day (aside from beating up the dogs) he looked at me, gave me a sad pathetic look,  jumped down and cried behind the dryer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3848882899611816323?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3848882899611816323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/diy-paying-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3848882899611816323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3848882899611816323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/04/diy-paying-off.html' title='DIY paying off!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3445187970641254186</id><published>2010-03-30T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:25:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book crazy!</title><content type='html'>So I decided to blog about my craziness in a plan to get off the Internet and go to bed! I have been buying up books lately. In the last month I have bought the following books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleopatra's daughter (which was AWESOME! I would tell you all to read it but Im sure you all thing Im crazy and weird for the fact that I have an obsession with ancient Rome/Greece/Egypt and anything having to do with the awesome Gods they worshipped. Listen I will be seeing Clash of the Titans in 3D.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say You're the one of them-Uwem Akpan (this was a 2009 Opera book, and Opera knows best)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Weight of Silence-Heather Gudenkauf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Heretic's Daughter-Kathleen Kent (About the time of Salem witch trials)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini (Cause Jess raved about it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Notebook (cause well lets face it, This movie is awesome, and the book is always better)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight, after Katie texted me that Stephanie Meyers has another book coming out I went on Amazon.com (big mistake)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I bought the following just tonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Host (Again, I've read this, and owned it, and it was awesome but no, I dont want to talk about the fact that I had to buy again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nefertiti-Michelle Moran (she wrote Cleopatra's daughter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Heretic Queen-Michelle Moran (Goes along with Nefertiti)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Short second life of Bree Tanner...-Stephanie Meyers (for only 7.69!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MockingJay-Suzanne Collins (the last book of the Hunger games series, only $9.71)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently when you pre-order books you get really good deals on them. Mockingjay doesnt come out till August 24, but I'm totally stoked!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, when will I read all these books, being the fact that I also have school and only have time to read before bed....DANG IT WITH ONLY 24 HOURS IN A DAY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, how good is that damn new Miley Cyrus song "When I look at you" I hate that her crap is so catchy! This is a great song though. Way to go Miley, way to go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3445187970641254186?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3445187970641254186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3445187970641254186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3445187970641254186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-crazy.html' title='Book crazy!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3168864371747745557</id><published>2010-03-23T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:25:22.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>So Im not going to sit here and claim to know anything thats going to happen with the health care reform, but I do know that I personally feel like there needs to be health care for everyone. Is this the best plan? I dont know, Is this going to screw me in the long run? I dont know. I have health care through my work is that going to be affected? I dont know. What I do know is there are tons of other people who know nothing about it and are bitching just to bitch. I want everyone to read Dooce's blog for today. I really liked it. I just hate the fact that Obama has never even been givin a chance. Sadly I think he will never be reelected because people wanted him to come in and fix the world and when he cant do it in 2 years people say "oh look what a mistake he was" No, the mistake was giving that POS Bush a 2nd term. Listen to what a found on the water cooler today (seriously) it had the cartoon lady thats old and is always smoking, I dont know her name but it says:&lt;br /&gt;"Let me get this straight. We're going to be gifted with a health care plan written by a committee whose chairman doesnt understand it, passed by congress that hasnt read it, but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president who also hasnt read it, and who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who doesnt pay his taxes, to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country thats broke. What could possibly go wrong"&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I agree with one statement in that. We are broke, but turns out we have been broke for years, and years. People act like this is new in the news. Also, because you have absolutely ZERO facts about it, and dont want to research anything you just say slanderous things like 'A president who hasnt read it and WHO SMOKES' Really?? What the eff does it matter if he smokes? How many American's smoke? When did it become illegal for a president to smoke? And really I would prefer a President that smoked, to one who lies to get us into a war, or commits adultery on his wife. Thanks so much. Also, a surgeon general thats obese? What does that matter. OH AND FYI Im pretty sure everyone in congress and the president has read the bill. Also, the reason congress is exempt from it is because THEY ALREADY GET FREE HEALTH CARE FOR LIFE!! Not because they dont believe in it. This type of crap makes me so mad. I hate it. Because you dont want to find facts that might prove your point, Im just going to say hateful stuff because people are stupid and will believe anything. Well in that case, instead of finding out whether or not Jessica is coming over tonight, I'll just tell all our friends "Jessica was adopted, and is really black and hates you all!! Oh and she eats Javier's all the time!!" Awesome. I just proved nothing, but some might say, "Well, she was kinda short on the phone with me she's never said she wasnt black or adopted, AND I DID SEE HER AT JAVIERS!! THAT MUST MEAN SHE'S ADOPTED AND BLACK!" When obvioulsy she is not adopted or Black. She just likes Javier's. A little extreme but you get my point cause this is what they are doing.  I hate it. I wouldnt go to Quizno's for years because their commercials were slamming Subway. If you can only sell your product by saying how bad someone's else product is there is a problem. Anyway back to the point. People are dumb, and needless to say I took the 'flyer' and threw it away while saying "Really??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3168864371747745557?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3168864371747745557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3168864371747745557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3168864371747745557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-quick.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8480235754087243867</id><published>2010-03-15T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:00:54.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterly Love...</title><content type='html'>So I dont know why I suddenly thought of this, but as I was invoicing just now I started busted up laughing. Im sure people think Im nuts, cause I was laughing so hard I was almost crying. For some strange reason I thought about the one time I made Jessica cry because I told her she was adopted from China. Listen, Im dying right now again. Just typing it!! So funny. I dont why this is so funny but it is hilarious. As a wee child whenever I would get mad at Jess I would say 'oh yeah? Well YOUR ADOPTED FROM CHINA!!!' I mean come on, she doesnt even look Chinese. Im the one who looked like Buddha when I was born. So funny. Well one time, I think it was around the time Jessica was becoming a 'women' so she was very emotional I said this to her and she started bawling. She yelled " YOUR SO MEAN" and cried for like 20 min. Even as a child I was laughing at her( I was probably around 9 or something). I was stroking her hair saying it was okay, but I was laughing. Now, you might think this is a mean thing to say to your sister, but let me just list some of the things she did to me as a child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold me in front of a mirror and pull my lips apart till they cracked and bled ( I had very chapped lips as a child )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would hit me, then when I would cry she would cover my nose and mouth so no one would hear. Its hard to breathe when your nose and mouth are being covered BTW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She would sit on top of me and pin my arms down in the morning and breath in my face...Before she brushed her teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh and remember that one time I got the belt (yeah the belt) because I was scared there was a ghost in the kitchen and wouldnt clean it? (Jessica had flipped the thing so the door wouldnt close, and kept telling me it was a ghost. Real nice Jess. ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So dont feel to bad for her. Being the younger one I got the worse end of the dea,l and through all that she is still my best friend. Only sisters can torture each other to no end, fight and scream and say they hate each other (we still fight and scream) but still do anything for their sister. So Jessica, just know that even though you were adopted from China I still love you more than anyone. Love you sister!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8480235754087243867?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8480235754087243867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisterly-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8480235754087243867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8480235754087243867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6153027148689405930</id><published>2010-03-14T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:09:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday...</title><content type='html'>So, how do we feel about the fact that I spent ALL day today laying on the couch eating chips placed on my shirt for easy access watching shows like National Geographic 'Kingdom of the  blue whale' and 'The mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle' only to be topped by Star WARS II and III because every show on Lifetime I have already seen. Seriously, this is it, I did manage to warm up some pizza. Lets just say its been really really productive. I feel pretty good about it. BTW the chip thing is a fact. Turns out when you place a handful of chips on your stomach and eat them without even lifting your head it means your day is going swimmingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-6153027148689405930?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6153027148689405930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6153027148689405930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6153027148689405930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sunday.html' title='My Sunday...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-2379995484924102133</id><published>2010-03-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:44:36.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BIG 2-5</title><content type='html'>So turns out Im old. I turned 25 on March 7. I cant even believe I am 25. I swear just last summer I was getting out of high school, and the week after that I was 21 and could legally drink. Now, like 2 weeks after that Im 25!!  When did this happen?? I know everyone says 'time flies by' but I didnt know it was actually flying by on a jet that goes faster than that speed of light, and if your in the jet your going so fast you feel as though your body is being crushed from the weight of the air around you, and your face is being pulled back like when you were a kid and you would pull your face with your hands till your lips almost cracked and pretend that you were Sally riding on the back of her dads motorcycle and you would say 'YOUR GOING TO FAST!!!'  Well that is how Im feeling.&lt;br /&gt; Dear motorcycle of life:&lt;br /&gt; SLOW DOWN CAUSE I JUST MISSED WHAT THAT SIGN SAID!!!! I never thought that turning 25 would be any different than any other B-day. Turns out Im kinda freaking. I mean I only have 1 regret thus far in my life. That is quitting school, cause guess what 19 year old stupid Celina-When your 25 you dont want to have to go back so STAY IN SCHOOL!!! Boy was she a dummy. Now look at me, 25 and just starting school. Pretty much the rest of my 20's will be spent going to school. AWESOME.  Also, had you asked that 19 year old Celina, or the 16 year old Celina, or even the 13 year old Celina I would have said by 23 I will be married and begin having kids. Well... the married part happened. Then so did the divorce part. Now, granted the thought of having children right now terrifies me to no end, but Im 25, I keep saying, "well, now I have to finish school" Well by that time, Im going to be like 28-29. I really dont want to be 65 when my kids are 30. I think its better that I didnt have them that young cause hopefully when I do I will be more financially stable, but apparently by next week Im going to be 28. Stupid 25 and making you think about your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of the panic that is my life since I woke up on Sunday. My b-day celebration was good. It started on Friday when Mark took me to Famous Daves (of course) now I ended up getting a salad because the sushi from Shin Sei the night before had not agreed with me (btw, I wont be going there anymore, for 2 rolls, edamame, a teriyaki dinner and a roll (for mark) and 1 drink cause I had water it was $70 before the tip, really Shin Sei your not that good.) But then Mark got me a ice cream cake from cold stone. His mom made me a cake, Then Saturday Jess, Katie, Mace, Jeff, Me, and 4 others that tagged along went to Texas Roadhouse which was...interesting, then the outlaw. Which thanks to Mace we didnt get a table. Yes Jessica, Im blaming Mace. But My 2 aunts and my cousin Misty met us there and we had a blast, even without seeing any of the boys the whole time. Good thing they came for my b-day right? Then Sunday we had chicken tacos at my dad's with another cake, oh and Katie make me cookies without chocolate chips!!  Lets just say today I went to the Lady Fitness and became a member for 3.5 years. Thats actually not a joke.  I'll hopefully post some pictures later my laptop doesnt have a place to insert the card, and I have to buy a new pluggy in thing, and Mark is in Italy again or I would use his. So yesterday I took the day off, and went dress shopping with Katie.  Lets just say we found the dress and it is PERFECT!!!  Loves it.  Anyway, thats enough for today. Thoughts about children, and timing, and life, is creeping back into my thoughts, and I feel like I need a cig. To bad I dont smoke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-2379995484924102133?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/2379995484924102133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-2-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2379995484924102133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2379995484924102133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-2-5.html' title='The BIG 2-5'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3348934631371397725</id><published>2010-03-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:41:31.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Treat!!</title><content type='html'>So I've found a new yummy thing and Im all about it. Turns out I LOVE ice cream (I always scream for ice cream!) Its the best thing ever in the world. If I had my choice I would live off ice cream, white rice with fresh lemon squeezed on it, and spaghetti for the rest of my days. I heart it. Almost any kind also. I dont like big chunks of chocolate, and dont even think about putting peanut butter in ice cream, I mean come on, lets show a little restraint. Not everything can be in ice cream. But I love it. But lets face it, eating ice cream everynight has not been kind to my jeans. They are screaming for relief. So about a month or so ago, on the biggest loser they 'conveniently' had snack time with a yoplait smoothie thingy. (I love that biggest looser peddles things for money. Pretty sure Extra sugar free gum supplies all 500K for the winner. Oh and FYI Bob, if Im craving a huge piece of chocolate cake covered in icing, No, a piece of 5 calorie watermelon extra sugar free gum in NOT going to get rid of that craving) Anyway back to the point. I tried it and it was delish. I got it so after I get home from the gym and am famished at 630 am and have zero time to eat, I can whip up one of these and drink it whilst getting ready. Love it, but turns out it was like 4 bucks for 2 servings. Im not made of money here. Then I thought to myself I said 'Self, you could totally do this without the smoothie mix!!' So I picked up some frozen fruit (strawberries, pineapple, mango etc...) and put in a spoonful of vanilla yogurt (even though you dont really need to) add 1/2-1 cup of milk and blend.  Totally delicious, and lowfat. Its not as sweet as the yoplait kind, but its also just strawberries, and milk. None of that other crap they put in it. I also figured out that if I blend for longer and only do 1/2 cup milk it gets really thick and ice cream like. I have been having this instead of ice cream.  Its so yummy. Now, Im not dumb I have made smoothies before, but I would normally do fresh fruit, vanilla ice cream and ice. Not as healthy. I was kinda surprised that just by using frozen fruit all you had to add was a litle milk. Hopefully the jeans will thank me in a while. On a side note-Who else is so relieved that the freggin Olympics is over!!!  Now, I love the Olympics just as much as the next American but holy cow I thought it would never end! Im not big on winter Olympics anyway (sorry SLC) but I do love me a figure skating competition. So I was super excited to watch that. To bad, they would show 1 performance then go back to the luge. Really?  If I wanted to watch the 2 man bobsled, I would have paid attention to when that was going on. When you say "up next figure skating" I expect to see figure skating. Thanks.  Now back to normal TV!! Whoot Whoot!! Like the biggest looser who left with a 'to be continued' with 2 people balancing stuff on there heads like 3 weeks ago. Not cool B.L, Not cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3348934631371397725?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3348934631371397725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/delicious-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3348934631371397725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3348934631371397725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/03/delicious-treat.html' title='Delicious Treat!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-1554615352754554457</id><published>2010-02-17T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:29:31.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>So I dont really know why, but I thought I'd share this.  The other day I was returning an email at work to someone who wanted to email someone named Daniel, and picked my name instead. This person was from a Parker somewhere back east so I had no idea who it was. When reading the email and trying to understand what it was about I saw she had her 'signature' at the bottom with all her information, then she had a quote. I dont know why this hit me so hard but it did. It said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Courage does not always Roar. Sometimes courage is that small voice at the end of the day saying 'I'll try again tomorrow'." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I dont know why this hit me but it did. I think its very true. Not everything has to be a Roar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-1554615352754554457?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/1554615352754554457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1554615352754554457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1554615352754554457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8423511377422856473</id><published>2010-02-15T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:02:21.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuQDSTx5I/AAAAAAAAANU/ltUr2Zasi34/s1600-h/100_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuPn5e92I/AAAAAAAAANM/IOiDtdSXb5U/s1600-h/100_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438639977202120546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuPn5e92I/AAAAAAAAANM/IOiDtdSXb5U/s400/100_0357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuPHIguoI/AAAAAAAAANE/KLx-PpEUbzQ/s1600-h/100_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438639968406780546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuPHIguoI/AAAAAAAAANE/KLx-PpEUbzQ/s400/100_0358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone had a great Valentine's day. I personally am not big on Valentine's day. I think its a pointless holiday thats just a reason to spend money. Also buying for boys sucks and they should be excluded from V-day cause you cant really buy a dude flowers and chocolate. But nonetheless it was a pretty good day for me. Mark and I decided to make dinner instead of fighting the crowd. So we made rib eye's, asparagus, baked potatoes, and we opened the wine that he brought back from Italy. We also went romantical and ate at the table with candles and the flowers he bought me! Im not the most romantic of people except for movies ("If your a bird, Im a bird"-best quote from a movie ever!-Its in the notebook, my fave) . I dont like being all touchy feely all the time and PDA is a no, but I even went gross and got Mark things to make S'Mores with a note that said 'I love you S'More everyday!' I know, I almost threw up. Mark got me roses and chocolates, stuff for bubble bath, and a sweat outfit that is cozy. He also got me a V-day card with Jacob, and Edward on it! Sweet man. Anyway, I posted a few pics to prove that I was romantical! Hope you all had a great day of LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8423511377422856473?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8423511377422856473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8423511377422856473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8423511377422856473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/S3nuPn5e92I/AAAAAAAAANM/IOiDtdSXb5U/s72-c/100_0357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-5175152739148434264</id><published>2010-02-08T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:17:19.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much</title><content type='html'>So I dont really have to much going on. My first week of school went by, and its going okay. I thought the classes are 6 weeks, but they are 9weeks. Not that it matters much. I just want these classes over. Well only really 1. They are making me take 'Intro to University studies' Okay. This class is UNNECESSARY!! Maybe its just me, but I hate fluff. Pretty much this class is a class about college. Really? The questions are stuff like "Why did you decide to come back to school?" "What are your goals?" I feel like for the 1 1/2 weeks I have been writing the same thing over and over again. And the reading seems to be out of a 'normal' college book. It talks about getting a job on campus, and the benefits of that. How to interview, and that you should join clubs to become acquainted with people. Umm, wait, did you people forget that the people attending University of Phoenix are doing it online, and mostly adults who have jobs, and are not attending traditional college. So pretty much this class is a waste of time. But I dont have a choice in taking it, so I guess I suck it up and pull answers that sound good out of my behind. Other than that not much is happening. I'm totally excited cause katie and I bought tickets to Paramore in May!!! Cant wait for that. I love Paramore. And for the 3 of you not going your missing out!! Crazies, not wanting to go. Also, I decided that for my b-day gift to myself I will be going to Jason Aldean! He is country and I love him so much! I wasnt sure who to go with since not many of my friends or family enjoy the country genre, that was till I remembered I have country cousins! Yes!! Hooray for cousins who live in Plain City! :) So I am going with Shyanne, Misty, and one of Shy's friends. Cant wait, its on March 19 and Im stoked. Yeah my b-day is March 7th, and Im going to be 25. WhAAAAATTT???? When did this happen? I swear Im like 18 right out of high school. Life is literally flying by. I dont know how I feel about it. Also, in continuation of my last blog, I'm a geek and was looking for books about ancient history (Rome, Egypt, Persia etc..) yeah thats right, I was looking for like history books. Dont judge people, its not cool, and found a novel called 'Cleopatra's daughter' I thought " well this is going to have nothing to do with anything". Turns out it was the best find of my life cause it starts right where Rome left off!!!! No joke, all the same character and timeline and everything. Rome ends, after Cleopatra and Marc Antony kill themselves, and Giaus Julius Cesar takes their kids back to Rome. Yup, starts there!! I cant wait. Im also excited because it gives a timeline of Rome, and a map of the city(squeallll!!!). Shoot, hold on my geek is showing, let me cover that back up. :) But it should be pretty accurate, I know its a novel, but I read the back and the author did 'extensive research'. I havent started it yet, cause I am in the middle of about 6 books, one of which is 'water for elephants' and Jess informed me, I am to finish that before starting that one. Its good, so I dont mind, but I keep looking at Cleopatra's daughter longing to dive back into the world of ancient Rome. Well I gotta go to a meeting, (yes, Im at work, turns out Im a good employee blogging at work) Hopefully I can get through next week in intro to college. The reading is 'College relationships' and the picture on the front is 2 kids makin out. No, really Im serious, Im glad its relevant to my college degree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-5175152739148434264?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/5175152739148434264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5175152739148434264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5175152739148434264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-much.html' title='Not much'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8789657936642056787</id><published>2010-01-26T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:25:51.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rome. I need more.</title><content type='html'>So I dont know how many of you know this but Im a geek.  Yes, hard to believe but true.  In school I always found it hard to find anything that really caught my attention or that I was really interested in.  Which is was my excuse for quitting school to begin with.  Nothing interested me.  All except one thing.  Ancient history.  Not history, ancient history.  Ancient Greece, Rome, Egypt ect...  I dont know what it is about it but I cant get enough.  The stories about the Greek Gods, Roman Gods, and the way the people lived.  The stories of different Cesar's, Cleopatra's, Sparta(love the movie 300). My goal in life is to one day see Greece and Rome (the Colosseum) Seriously any story, about the Gods who they worshipped, or just the day to day is so interesting to me.  But what do you do with that?  No way I wanted to teach it, so there you go, its something I love but cant really pursue.  Now to my point.  I dont have HBO, I havent ever had HBO, nor do I plan on getting it.  I've heard about The Saprano's, Sex in the City, TrueBlood, Big Love etc...  Well Mark told me about a series called 'Rome' well I was already hooked, but he said it was really good also.  So we started to Netflicks the series and oh my heck.  SO GOOD.  The only downfall is it was only 2 seasons!!!  Are you kidding me!  Why would you tease me with a taste of greatness just to take it away and leave me starving!  I mean I guess technically they ended it pretty well, and as Mark says, 'people die Celina it cant go on forever'  Uhh yes you can. The Roman empire lasted like forever.  There are many stories to be told! I need HBO to 'do me a solid' and continue the series where they left off.  True, Cleopatra, and Mark Antony die, so does Lucius Vorenus (who was just a soldier but you grow to love.) Now, I know this was done in 2005, but you can still bring it on back.  I loved it. Granted there was a lot of nudity and relations happening(I've never seen so much boob or peeps in my life!), but listen thats how it was.  Anyway.  I'm so sad there isnt more.  But if you want to watch a great series watch Rome.  It was awesome.   I'll stop being a geek now.  Thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8789657936642056787?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8789657936642056787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/rome-i-need-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8789657936642056787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8789657936642056787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/rome-i-need-more.html' title='Rome. I need more.'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3764934927922932917</id><published>2010-01-15T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:23:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully the next 4 years fly by!!</title><content type='html'>Turns out, I will hopefully be a college student again come Feb 1st. Now, Im not to big on school this is why after 1 year at Weber State I took '1 semester off to decide what I wanted to be when I grew up' About 6 years later here I am. I kick myself in the butt all the time for quitting, I could be done by now! But also, without quitting I wouldnt have a good job at Parker that I've had for about 5 years. So I'm happy for that. Well Parker is a really good company to work for, and one of the most important things to Parker is education. They have had a Education Assistance program the entire time I have worked here, and I never took advantage of it, cause well Im lazy. About 6 months ago (or something like that) they got rid of it due to economic times, and I was really kicking myself because if you were already in the program they would continue to pay for it. Well last Monday they brought it back. Needless to say I got my act together and decided now is as good a time as any and I need to take advantage. I went yesterday and applied at University of Phoenix. A lot of people that I work with have gone there and really like it cause its an accelerated college and you can be done with everything in 4 years going full time only attending 1 night a week. I think the reason I waiting so long is because the thought of Weber 3 nights a week for 2 hours or so a night for 8 years was not happening. I will be getting my Bachelors in Business Administration so I can pretty much always work in the environment that Im in now. To make the process a little faster Im doing the Associates program first which is all online, and will take a few months off of the 4 years. They are also going to pull whatever credits they can from Weber. So it would be awesome to be done in maybe 3 but who knows. Im pretty happy I've made this decision. I always knew I would have to go back, and didnt want to wait till I'm 30 or 40 with kids, I dont know how people do it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad is still being inhabited by aliens. I told him about me going back to school and he was very proud. Saying that as a parent you only want your kids to do better than you, and one day when I have kids I will know what he's talking about. (If you EVER do!!) Somehow all conversations for the last year have led to him having grandkids. Chill Dad, chill. I think Riyker (my step-brothers son) has given my Dad a taste of being a grandfather (Ta-ta to Riyker) and he is loving it too much. On my last birthday in March he asked when I was having kids. I about crapped my pants because my dad does not get involved with things like that. He's Dad. Also my divorce had been final for about 4 months when he asked. When responding with "Well not for awhile cause Im 24 and not married" he replied with "You dont have to be married to have kids, and you can drop them off every weekend!!" Another time he hinted to Jess that 'By the time you have kids we'll all be in diapers!!' The grandpa itch has gotten to him and there no stopping it until Jess has one. :) So take one for the team Sis, you'll be a great Mommy and now I have to finish school before I think about kids. :) (listen, this is now my excuse whenever Dad asks, and its a pretty good one!) I do want kids someday, and when I was much younger I had every intention of being a mother at the age I am now. The older I get the more frightened I become. I guess adulthood (if I am one) and responsibilities are scaring the thought of kids right out of me. Could you imagine a mini-Celina running around right now? Shoot I have a hard enough time feeding, caring for, and keeping up with the dogs and cats, so lets just say I'll keep taking my pills everynight!! So, sorry Daddy-O. You'll have to wait a little longer for grandkids from me. We should all work on Jess though, maybe switch her pills with placebos! Yes, thats sounds like a good idea to me. Oh and Jess, could you also have a girl, Thanks so much (and not name her horrible name you like, what is it? Isabelle? Elizabeth? Something like that. I'll rename her if you do, she'd be a very confused little girl.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3764934927922932917?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3764934927922932917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopefully-next-4-years-fly-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3764934927922932917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3764934927922932917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopefully-next-4-years-fly-by.html' title='Hopefully the next 4 years fly by!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8112411635324954128</id><published>2010-01-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:30:45.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5muglHs8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wTOypJutOBE/s1600-h/100_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421883950606300098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5muglHs8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wTOypJutOBE/s400/100_0342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty sure he was tipsy here.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5muOj9m7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YWv_KR4Yenc/s1600-h/100_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421883945769606066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5muOj9m7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YWv_KR4Yenc/s400/100_0350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, Look at him :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5mt_iMy4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/o_E1icgbHq8/s1600-h/100_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421883941735680898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5mt_iMy4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/o_E1icgbHq8/s400/100_0346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katchie and me&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5mtJ-1JhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WbS0oCLOpcM/s1600-h/100_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421883927360251410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5mtJ-1JhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WbS0oCLOpcM/s400/100_0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Me&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5ms-oUAkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yygn9Gk9beI/s1600-h/100_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421883924313014850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5ms-oUAkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Yygn9Gk9beI/s400/100_0337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark and me-He is always making that face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really cant believe its 2010. I feel like just yesterday it was 1999, and I thought it was weird to think that I would be graduating in 2003. I cant believe its already been a decade in the 2000's Time really does fly by. This new year's was really nice we went to Jessica's for a get together. I'm glad we didnt really go anywhere like a bar or something. It was nice just going to Jessica's and not dealing with crowds, a bar full of drunk people, or driving home at 3am. Mark and I actually left at 12:30. Calm down right? Im just not used to staying up that late so I was so tired. But it was nice and I enjoyed myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets see. So its a new year, and people are supposed to make 'resolutions' well I dont think they work so I dont like to make them. So I'll just continue to do some things thats I've been trying to do since last year. 1-get back down to a decent weight ( I know this is everyone's goal but Cabo awaits so this needs to happen) 2-Not take things so seriously, and not let things get to me. 3-Be a nicer, better person. These are things that I've been trying to do for a while now so hopefully I can continue with these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well 2009 was a pretty good year. Many things happened. Katie lived with me and moved out. I met Mark and have been dating since March. Mark moved in, I survived 2 layoffs at work, and all in all I'm extremely happy. 2009 was a good year, heres to hoping that 2010 is even better! Hope everyone had a safe and happy new years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8112411635324954128?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8112411635324954128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8112411635324954128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8112411635324954128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sz5muglHs8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wTOypJutOBE/s72-c/100_0342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-1251775745359294739</id><published>2009-12-26T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:10:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty much I made out like a bandit this year.  This has been my best Christmas thus far I think.  It was a really good day full of cheer and all that.  Mark and I opened presents in the morning and I got really good stuff.  He got me a really nice pea coat, that I die for.  A food processor cause I've been wanting for for like ever.  Shirts, lotion etc.., Twilight on blueray (His sparkle has never looked so good! )  I even got a scentsy from my boss!  Then from Mark's parents I got a food sealer, the thing that sucks out all the air.  I was talking to his mom about how I wrap up meats and stuff that  Im going to freeze.  Mark was teasing me about it cause Im kinda weird and dont like it to get frost bitten so they got me one of those, Im pretty stoked about it.  Then baby Fitz got me some boots!  So cute.  He loves his aunt and wanted to thank me always watching him.  Mace pulled my name in the family draw and he got me the cutest flats I have ever had.  So pretty much it was a good Christmas.  Along with the gifts I got from friends this is the best Christmas ever, and not just because I got good stuff.  I was actually really happy this year.  I think a lot of that has to do with Mark.  He really is the best. So thank you Mark, you're really making life that much better.  :)  (totally cheesy I know, I just made puke face)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Mark and I are going for massages, then to Famous Dave's!  Thanks to boo-Katie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas! And Katie, you better post some pics of your adorable puppy soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419580877587869842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s320/100_0335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4s-3kAnI/AAAAAAAAALc/q036tzJWN3U/s1600-h/100_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581547028415090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4s-3kAnI/AAAAAAAAALc/q036tzJWN3U/s400/100_0328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best boss ever!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4tLKNLcI/AAAAAAAAALk/TlSxYJEcJUI/s1600-h/100_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581550327836098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4tLKNLcI/AAAAAAAAALk/TlSxYJEcJUI/s400/100_0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be so blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5ya21dPI/AAAAAAAAALs/0X_rnWr7-WA/s1600-h/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5ya21dPI/AAAAAAAAALs/0X_rnWr7-WA/s1600-h/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4sCwLftI/AAAAAAAAALM/cE5dH0XBQDo/s1600-h/100_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581530891321042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4sCwLftI/AAAAAAAAALM/cE5dH0XBQDo/s400/100_0325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Baby Fitz!  You have great taste!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5ya21dPI/AAAAAAAAALs/0X_rnWr7-WA/s1600-h/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419582739952530674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5ya21dPI/AAAAAAAAALs/0X_rnWr7-WA/s400/100_0324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4sQxSpOI/AAAAAAAAALU/wOvowdSEY5E/s1600-h/100_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419581534654080226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4sQxSpOI/AAAAAAAAALU/wOvowdSEY5E/s400/100_0327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5zD3cexI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a3eP88DRLfI/s1600-h/100_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419582750960941842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5zD3cexI/AAAAAAAAAL8/a3eP88DRLfI/s400/100_0323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so excited to seal all my stuff!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5yotgf9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dmueVGjrxqg/s1600-h/100_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419582743671504850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY5yotgf9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/dmueVGjrxqg/s400/100_0322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im going to be cookin it up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY7DnFj7_I/AAAAAAAAAME/3wBoQhkoM9E/s1600-h/100_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s1600-h/100_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-1251775745359294739?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/1251775745359294739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-this-is-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1251775745359294739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1251775745359294739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SzY4GBAf8JI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N3m_w7mUDHY/s72-c/100_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7877392026356906105</id><published>2009-12-24T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:24:27.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Well I guess its Christmas Eve, but still. So let me be the first to say Im actually pretty merry this Christmas. Usually Im not to big on Christmas, its not that Im a scrooge or anything but it get a little overwhelming buying gifts for everyone and there dogs (literally, apparently I missed that memo, cause Henry is a jerk and bought no one gifts! Nor did I buy for any poods. Sorry Jess and Katch :) I'll try to do better next year ) and trying to not forget anyone. But I will say, this year feels more cheerful and merry to me. I have always liked getting together with family, I just wish no gifts were involved. So I dont know if Im starting to not hate life, or the fact that Im actually sharing this time of year with someone worth while, but whatever it is, Im not hating this Christmas season. I really just want tomorrow to be done with so I can put everything away and feel that the house is clean again. Mark has moved in and there is stuff everywhere. Soon the house will be back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the process of making brittle, again. Listen, I thought this was an excellent gift idea but Im done with it. I never want to make brittle again. I have done about 12 batches of this stuff, all at different times to make sure its fresh for who's getting it. I have never bought so much sugar or caro syrup in my life. I also should have put stock in peanuts cause whoever is getting the return on that is making a killing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Wilfred is trying playing with the toys in his stocking. Look bro, not till tomorrow. Terd. So Molly has come to live with us now. Molly is Marks dog, a blue healer ( if thats how its spelled) and she is not happy. She is plotting Henry's death. I realize Henry is mammoth size but he has a sweet soul. Molly disagrees. She thinks his plan to is 'fake' stupidness, and when no one is around he is going to eat her. So to discourage him she is always growling, lunging, and showing teeth. She wants to play with the cats, but since Wilfred hissed and swatted at her for trying to play nip him (wilfred doesnt play that shit) Molly doesnt much care for him either, You would have thought she died when Wilfred swatted at her, except the fact he has no claws and actually did not hit her, her yelps that went on for a full 30 seconds after was a testament to her unhappiness. Lola on the other hand has kept to high areas, her life was already a wreck so whats one more dog right? She is still spending her days looking outside longing for the moment where she can escape into a life with no other cats or dogs to disturb her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Jessica and Mace's for Christmas Eve, Eve (Mace's words) to hang out watch movies, and have some delish egg nog cocktails. It was a good time, and Fitz got me some really awesome boots. Really. He has pretty good taste, and loves his aunt more than anyone. Its true. Well I better bet back to the brittle so it doesnt burn&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7877392026356906105?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7877392026356906105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7877392026356906105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7877392026356906105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-2816729564410442523</id><published>2009-12-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:55:11.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been trying to avoid writing this blog because I was trying to be a bigger person, and just let the past be the past and move on. Turns out it just keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying, Why the eff am I such an idiot?? Why did I even feel upset, or regret or anything when I found out Kiel was leaving forever? I dont know. Maybe because Im a caring person, and through everything he put me through we were married, we did love eachother (well I know I did at least) and through everything I still want him to be okay, and be happy in life, and have us leave things on good terms. What a joke. So in my state of regret and tears after talking to him and it becoming I guess 'official' to me that I was never going to see him again, I decide to see if he wants to do dinner just to say bye, and leave on good terms. So we do. And everything is peachy, and we are friends and all that bull crap. So 10 days after our dinner a bomb gets dropped on me. Granted he is not my problem/business anymore. But holy hell. Let me just fill you in on some of our conversation during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Kiel: 'so yeah Im dating this chick in Vegas, but I'll be ending that real quick before I go to Korea. She's in the military too, and is now trying to get stationed in Japan (after Korea for a year, Kiel is going to Japan for 3 years) and I'm all yeah good luck with that. So I'll probably be ending it after Im down there next week'&lt;br /&gt;Me:' Well thats nice, glad to see you've changed.'&lt;br /&gt;And other than that nothing is really said about this poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at work. I hear 'um did you hear Kiel got married?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. YES. And I was like 'WHAAAAAT?' and this person says 'yeah I guess she's in the military also. I also heard something about they did it so fast go they could get extra money'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at first I think this is hilarious. Really dude? Cause honest the reason we moved up our wedding date is so 'he could get paid for me' (I know, how did I ever let him go right?) So I ask around and turns out he has been married for over a month! Okay, wait. We went to dinner 10 days ago, that means...(calculating) Yes! he was married when we went to dinner!!! To the 'chick' that he was going to be ending it with. WOW. There are no words. Now, I know this is no longer my business. But seriously you couldnt even have the courtesy to tell me, 'oh by the way, I got remarried' And Im sitting at home crying, not regretting the divorce,but feeling bad about things. I dont know if Im pissed right now for the fact that he lied, that he talked about his 'wife' like she was nothing (cause HELLO that was me like 1 1/2 years ago) or what. Cause really I went from laughing to pissed. I dont care that he's married. I dont. Kudos for being the first to remarry. But hell at least has the balls to say 'yeah this chick Im seeing is my WIFE' WTF. Thats all I can say is WTF. So I text him to ask, and he comes back with 'yes, I've been married for a little over a month, and am extremely happy. I just didnt tell you cause I wanted to avoid this conversation' REALLY?!!?!? You would have, if you had said 'Hey Celina, guess what? Im totally remarried!' I would have been shocked but I would have been like "well good for you, Im happy, hell lets get a shot and celebrate!' Maybe I'm mad cause I thought we had ended on good terms, able to still talk, be happy for eachother with where we are now, and its like another slap in the face, when I realize he sat there and lied straight to my face. But I should have known. Everytime I was crying and feeling bad about things he was out not giving a shit. Oh like the time, I dropped the dog off to him, cried for hours, then found out Katchie saw him in the mall with some blonde chick before we had even got divorce papers! Seriously. What the hell. But this is it. Im done. Im done caring, Im done feeling bad. Im done wondering. Im done trying to be nice and make sure we didnt leave on bad terms, Im done hoping he knows that I did care and I dont regret anything. Im done. I dont give a shit. Have fun in Korea, live it up in Japan, have fun being married, hopefully your better at it this time around. Washing my hands of everything Kiel. Done, and done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-2816729564410442523?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/2816729564410442523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-riddance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2816729564410442523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2816729564410442523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-riddance.html' title='Good Riddance.'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3912559686081972493</id><published>2009-12-10T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:40:06.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when we thought he was perfect...</title><content type='html'>Leave it to a man to prove he's a complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dirtbag&lt;/span&gt;, after years and years of us thinking he is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; also tired of all the news coverage, tabloid stories, and late night jokes about Tiger Woods. Lets move on already. I just have a few things to say, so I'll keep this short (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost I just want to say, I believe the whole situation is between Tiger and his wife. I absolutely hate the fact that every American thinks its there God-given right to know everything going on in the lives of those we watch in movies, on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or playing sports. Really? Cause its not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong I purchase US Weekly every chance I get, but if I could no longer purchase it, I would not die. They are real people, with real issues, and if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; feed into it maybe they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be making millions, but whatever. I kinda feel bad that this is all over the media as much as it is. Not for Tiger, but for his poor wife. She is in a no win situation. Either she leaves him and no longer has the husband that she loves, and the kids wont have their dad (although she would have 300 million in her purse) Or she stays, and every women in America judges her and calls her weak and pathetic. I think it should be between those two and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it. Normal people cheat all the time, and you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see the local news highlighting these stories, asking details, and what there favorite bed time story as a kid was, from every person that they so much as walked past in the grocery store. But nonetheless every time a 'Celebrity' does something we all gather around news stands giving our opinions. Lord knows were still making 'Monica Lewinsky' jokes. But although I believe it should be between Tiger and his wife, I also believe that it is absolutely ridiculous that people that are celebrities mostly athletes think its a 'perk' or a 'right' of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; to sleep with every groupie or two-bit whore that comes there way. Get your shit together man! You have a wife, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; aware that when marrying an athlete there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vowes&lt;/span&gt; read:&lt;br /&gt;'I take you to be my wife (while in the public eye) To have and to hold from this day forward (unless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; at an away game, and holding another) for richer or poorer (and since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; richer, when I mess up I'll just get you a huge pink diamond ring) in sickness and in health (hopefully I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give you the HIV or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;herp&lt;/span&gt; if I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sorry ) to love and cherish till death do us part( or until we're more than 50 miles apart)&lt;br /&gt;I think its sick that its tolerated and when it happens everyone is like 'well he is an athlete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; she expect that?' No! She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; expect that her husband cheat on her. To her he's not 'Tiger Woods pro-golfer' he is her husband. Its just disturbing that its something that people go 'well he only did it when he was away from home and across the country' Oh well kudos to him lets give him another green jacket for at least not doing it in the same town! Ridiculous. Anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like that he did it, but its not my business who/when/where/ or how he did it. Although I will say, maybe he should have picked some classier dames who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; call all tabloids when she got pissed cause she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; the only mistress. Really idiot, your the mistress, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get pissed when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; like 10 more. Get a grip. As for his 'image' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure he'll be fine. Give the American public more credit than that, we'll be on to someone else in less than 2 weeks. And Lord knows if Michael Vick can be playing football again (which is sick) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure people will still be standing silently around him as he tries to put a hole in one. --No pun intended :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3912559686081972493?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3912559686081972493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-we-thought-he-was-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3912559686081972493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3912559686081972493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-we-thought-he-was-perfect.html' title='Just when we thought he was perfect...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-168294407118396144</id><published>2009-11-27T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:22:54.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to take a second and say I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.  Also just give thanks for what Im thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad and Jessica, without them I dont know where I'd be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family, Im thankful that we are all close.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends, I dont have many close friends, but the ones I do are the best&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the fact that I not only have a roof over my head, but food in my cabinets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That Im in a position that when I see someone on the street I can give spare change when I have it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Im thankful that I was born in a place that I can voice my opinions, and not fear what the consequences will be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark.  He is great, and every day I see more and more reasons why I am with him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Henry. His face is adorable, and he brightens my day, and I only wish I could be more like him and love everyone and everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wilfred and Lola, everyday they make me feel loved and make me laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots more things that I cant think of right now!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone had a great day and took a minute to think about the things that they are thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-168294407118396144?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/168294407118396144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/168294407118396144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/168294407118396144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-1972761163409264917</id><published>2009-11-23T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:22:00.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jacob Black,&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost can I just say how unbelievably gorgeous you are. I have loved you since you first showed your face in Twilight and have been hooked ever since. I know you love Bella, but listen she cant love you like I can. All she is going to do is hurt you over and over again, and finally leave you to wait for years to have someone to love. Granted I could go to jail for partaking in your sweet yummy wolf love, but I'm willing to risk that. I would never hurt you, and all I ask for in return is for you to warm my cold limbs on your hot (literally) body, and occasionally hurt me a tad. :) (hurts so good!!) (quit blushing people, you're all thinking it!!) Love you, Your cougar Celina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Listen, I would totally send that if Jacob was not make believe and if the hot young piece of meat that plays him wasnt actually 17, cause I really would go to jail. So.... NEW MOON. So GOOD!! I loved it. Jess thought is was lame, but what does she know right!??!! I loved it. I thought it was way better than Twilight, cause love Twilight as I do, it was pretty low budget, with some really cheesy stuff in it. (&lt;em&gt;As if you could out run me&lt;/em&gt;!) So the only cheesy thing in this is when it shows what Alice is seeing in the future and Edward and Bella are frolicking in the woods. Bella would not frollic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it. Cant wait for Eclipse to come out. If you people dont believe me that its good. Here is proof. The Ex, texted me Saturday to ask if I had seen it and if it was good. I of course said yes, and was thinking that some chick was going to drag him kicking and screaming to watch it. Heavens knows I got enough grief from him just for reading the books. So another text Sunday says 'Yosh and me are going to see new moon tonight' I said 'Umm are there girls also going?' and he said 'No, just us.' Mind you Kiel,and Yosh are both very straight men, who play softball non-stop and pump iron all day. I just wish I could have been the person to sell them the tickets when they said '2 for new moon please' and it was just those 2. Ohh to be a fly on the wall. That would have been funny. Anyway, turns out he liked it, said it was a little slow in places, but liked it. He is team Alice, which is odd cause he loathes short hair (ie. interesting how I went short right?) But he loves her, so I told him to get a 'team alice' shirt online. I pray he does. Apparently he is so intrigued he might read the books whilst in Korea for a year. Speaking of Kiel. He is leaving for Korea on Dec 4th and will probably never be coming back to Utah. He hates it here. I'm going to dinner with him on the 2nd, to say bye. And regardless of everything, I really do wish him the best, we had our rough/bad times, but we also had a lot of good times, I love him, and always will, and when push comes to shove, he really wasnt a bad guy, we just werent good for eachother. So Kiel, even though you'll never read this. I wish you the best in your life, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, It would have been my little brothers 24 b-day today. Happy birthday Joey wish you were here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-1972761163409264917?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/1972761163409264917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1972761163409264917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1972761163409264917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='New Moon...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6893392967361046339</id><published>2009-11-13T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:33:42.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>read carefully....</title><content type='html'>Son of a bee!!  Im totally bummed.  So in my last post you all saw the excitment I was having over the whole Disney thing. Now Im still pretty excited. I am still getting 5 movies for 23 dollars.  But I was going to buy some more today, or just test of out 1.50 thing, cause it sounds to good to be true. Turns out... it was.  Now, Disney did not lie. I just only read what I want to read. You buy a movie at reg price, get the shipping for like 3.49 and 1.50 per movie for the rest of the order. The shipping of the rest of the movies in the order is 1.50, not the movie.  So your still paying regular DVD price then 1.50 for shipping and handeling.  Still worth the memebership cause Lord knows you cant get a Disney movie when its in the vault, but still. Totally bummed, cause I was gonna buy it up. I guess I'll have to decide what other 4 disney movies I really want, not just whatever.  On another (happier) note, New Moon comes out in less than a week!  I am totally team Jacob and I have a shirt to prove it. I was googling team jacob shirts and was dying. There was one that said "Team Jacob, because real men dont sparkle!" Hilarious.  Or "Team Edward, (until Jacob takes his shirt off)" and my fav "Team Jacob, DEAL WITH IT" I was going to get it, but couldnt justify spening 27 dollars plus shipping and handleing on a shirt I am going to wear like once. (Especially now that I have to pay full price for all my Disney movies!)  So I went to the Rue 21 and got one that says "I heart Jacob", for like 16 bucks.  Also I finally got my hair done this last weekend.  Its been since March (Katchie was dissapointed it had been that long) :)  but it looks great! She is awesome. Its like auburn with red and coppery highlights. I love it. Thanks Katch! I always love my hair when she does it, but I think this is my fav color so far. She wanted to put bangs on me again, to which I declined. They were just too high maintance for me.  &lt;br /&gt;I also heard about another series of books from a lady I work with.  'The Vampire diraries.' The TV series on WB is about these books. I have been watching the show and really like it. So I bought the first 2 books, (it comes in one book, wierd) for like 10 bucks. She says its different than twilight mostly because of the rules of the vamps. Like they need a special ring to go out in the light, cant come into your house unless invited, and you have to drink vamp blood to become one.  These are kinda the rules I have always known from 'interview with a vampire', and buffy. :) (Im pretty profesh at vampire knowledge) So I like it so far. I'll have 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/6576393458057449036-6893392967361046339?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6893392967361046339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-carefully.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6893392967361046339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6893392967361046339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-carefully.html' title='read carefully....'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-4094671561418253309</id><published>2009-11-05T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:34:49.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>So apparently today all the planets have aligned and made this the best day ever. Can I just tell you how excited I am today!! Why you ask? Well it started last night when at the local walmart Mark was a dear a bought me the Anastasia movie. This is in my top 10 if not top 5. Super excited. This got me thinking. 'I need Hercules.' So today I looked online to see if I could buy Disney movies that are in the 'vault' turns out Disney has a Disney movie club. Listen, I am now a member. It cost me nothing to join and the only thing I have to do is buy 5 movies in the next 24 months at regular price. Really? Not going to be a difficult task. So along with that, today I got 4 movies for 1.99 each, no shipping, and a 5th movie for 14.95 which counts as one of my 5. 22 dollars people and I got Hercules, Mulan, Pocahontas, the fox and the hound, and Hocus pocus. Also when buying the other 4 movies at regular price (which is around 19.95) I can get the rest of the movies in that order for 1.49 each! Are you kidding me! I'm like a kid in a candy store. I heart disney movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to top of my day of bliss? Katie just emailed me and said the on Stephanie Meyers website it says The Host is going to be made into a movie! So I looked, and yes! It is! Doesnt say when, but can I tell you how much I loved that book. So good. I need her to make a sequel to the host, I have been wanting this since I read The Host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in need of a 'Team Jacob' shirt to wear at the midnight showing of New Moon. I am totally team Jacob, and I dont care what you say! I am happy with the way the books ended, and I do love me some Edward, but I admit, I am team Jacob. Plus, child molester or not, Jacob is HOT in this movie. What a shame that he is only like 17. I would totally fight off other 12 year old girls to get me a little wolf action. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-4094671561418253309?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/4094671561418253309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4094671561418253309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4094671561418253309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7186003194966655313</id><published>2009-11-02T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:20:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Henry, and some pretty funny stuff.</title><content type='html'>So here is the scoop on what has been going on. First of all, that dog of mine is adorable, and we went 'trick or treating' and he looked hilarious. You think that he would mind having a costume on but he did not. Really, Im not just saying that. He kept it on for hours without even noticing. The costume in itself is freaking hilarious, but there is more. Katie moved out on Friday, and when I was walking through the empty room reminiscing of our last year of happiness, I came across something on the back of the door. Now, Im not sure what it is. It looks like she cut some sweats to make a cape for the cat. Well its Henry's now. We call this his 'everyday cape' because he also doesnt mind wearing this. I cleaned on Sunday and the dog left it on for so long by the time I was done it was a bib, from all the running around he was doing. He feels like superdog in it. He told me so. I have pictures below. You will all love them. Guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to work. We had another 30+ people layed off again today, and somehow (thank the good Lord above) I still have my job. So no more stress about that... till next time that is. (which BTW, word on the mean streets of Parker is that will be in March) AWESOME. I had to get a part time gig to help me with Katie moving out and I ended up with a pretty good deal. I am working at one of places Jess used to work, Sunday nights grave. Yes, this does suck come Monday at 7am when I have to be to work at 8am. but its much better than having to work somewhere almost every night after work and all weekend. I dont really do much but try and stay awake. I do laundry, put out clothes, and breakfast. for 8 hours. No, really. Thats about it. So I bought a coloring book, and a word puzzle thingy. Honest. 24 years old and I have a puppy/kitty coloring book. Dont worry, Im real mature. But it makes me concentrate on something so I stay awake. The guy I work with pretty much thinks I hate him. Take away the fact that its 3 in the morning and Im not a real big talker anyway, especially at 3 in the morning and you've got a real fun person to work with. This morning he asked me if he 'Peed in my cheerios' No dude, its just 3 in the morning. I think he's figuring out Im just a quiet person anyway, but I think he thinks I just hate him. I dont, he is a really nice guy. It just way to early to talk politics if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of trying to stay up at 3 am at work. I read "Are you there vodka its me Chelsea" in 2 work days there. This book is HILARIOUS. Last night was the second half of the book and on my heck. I was dying. Literally. I was sunk down low in my chair laughing into my sweater so he couldnt hear me I was literally laughing out loud. with tears rolling down my face. A few times I stopped reading layed my face on the book and laughed uncontrollably. I was trying to contain myself, and not have the poor guy who thinks I hate him see/hear me during this state, thinking to himself (what is up with her? Its always the quiet ones that are crazy) which Im sure crossed his mind, because for 2 hours straight every 15 min when I had to put the book down to do room checks I was smiling so hard my cheeks were hurtin trying to not continue to laugh as I walked around peering into children's rooms. Im sure he thought I was a real creep today. I also almost peed my pants a couple times. I have to say the best was the last chapter though when she is on vacay with her dad. OMG. When he says to a waitress at their resort "your what my daughter calls a 'hot mess' " I about died. If I didnt love Chelsey before (which I did) I love her even more now. What I wouldnt give to work for her. So if any of you are in need of laugh read that book. It was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I better shut up. I should be getting something to eat and hittin the sack, since other than a nap from 7-10 last night I havent slept since Saturday night, but Im at Jessica's with Fitz in lap, getting ready to take him home. Love him as any aunt loves her neph. but Im in need of some zzz's so hopefully Mace shows up early tonight. Also I want you all to take notice of this last blog (the one your reading) this is what happens when I get no sleep and feel like I could go running,I've got so much energy if I wasnt lazy.I feel like I've had 15 cokes. I'll feel like this till I sit on the couch and immediately pass out. Sleep deprivation is no bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry in his everyday cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vKRaBHpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IpUpzL8ihgo/s1600-h/100_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vKRaBHpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IpUpzL8ihgo/s400/100_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656700502417042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin in the hallway. Really he didnt mind having this on for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vJ4gvyFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OgBPd7q_RBk/s1600-h/100_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vJ4gvyFI/AAAAAAAAAKU/OgBPd7q_RBk/s400/100_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656693819754578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side view of the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vJbxinuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iXLM9t6Sgsc/s1600-h/100_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vJbxinuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iXLM9t6Sgsc/s400/100_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656686105566946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the cutest picture ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vI05ez2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WH6NPFm1Ffw/s1600-h/100_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vI05ez2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/WH6NPFm1Ffw/s400/100_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656675669888866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not screaming "OH MY GOSH MOM I"M GOING TRICK OR TREATING!!" here, He is yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vIuLOSNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jWLwiDcG0uQ/s1600-h/100_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vIuLOSNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jWLwiDcG0uQ/s400/100_0297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399656673865255122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7186003194966655313?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7186003194966655313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-henry-and-some-pretty-funny-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7186003194966655313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7186003194966655313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-henry-and-some-pretty-funny-stuff.html' title='Work, Henry, and some pretty funny stuff.'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Su9vKRaBHpI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IpUpzL8ihgo/s72-c/100_0290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3083671022308486154</id><published>2009-10-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:35:00.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...well the party  :)</title><content type='html'>So this last saturday we had our Halloween party at Katchie and Jeff's house. It was pretty fun. It was also UFC fights so there were lots of people there and everyone pretty much dressed up. Not much else is going on right this second, and Mark's dinner he made is done. :) So Here are some pics, I'll post pics of Henry in his halloween costume later. Its pretty hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Katchie lookin gorg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued2iK2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yz6Qnx-RPKo/s1600-h/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued2iK2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yz6Qnx-RPKo/s400/100_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456238637639266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued2ap5DtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tCK5lbgtSj0/s1600-h/100_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued2ap5DtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/tCK5lbgtSj0/s400/100_0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456236620353234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and me (listen he was pretty drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued1y9aU5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OhZ0ytIFuig/s1600-h/100_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued1y9aU5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OhZ0ytIFuig/s400/100_0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456225964807058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and Me (she was a cat, not a mouse. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued1PNraYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_t1mCLCOhqE/s1600-h/100_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued1PNraYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_t1mCLCOhqE/s400/100_0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397456216369359234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daniel sister witches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedQLbZNfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2K28KPGWEFo/s1600-h/100_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedQLbZNfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2K28KPGWEFo/s400/100_0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455579697985010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Christy, and baby Fitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedPl8hfbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NRoA2z_C7F8/s1600-h/100_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedPl8hfbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NRoA2z_C7F8/s400/100_0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455569636392370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoot ( I think he was hating life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedPAnhkuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-tlXhcBiudQ/s1600-h/100_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedPAnhkuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-tlXhcBiudQ/s400/100_0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455559616205538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Fitz he was the count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedOxDFOwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dPE-ZCFCYFc/s1600-h/100_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedOxDFOwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/dPE-ZCFCYFc/s400/100_0271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455555436821250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mark at the beggining of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedOXvb36I/AAAAAAAAAI0/x-FTJwDK4dY/s1600-h/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuedOXvb36I/AAAAAAAAAI0/x-FTJwDK4dY/s400/100_0270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397455548643532706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3083671022308486154?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3083671022308486154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweenwell-party.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3083671022308486154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3083671022308486154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweenwell-party.html' title='Halloween...well the party  :)'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sued2iK2ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/yz6Qnx-RPKo/s72-c/100_0278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-4786906655747360517</id><published>2009-10-23T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:05:33.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>So I havent blogged in October so far, not much to really talk about. Mark got back on the 2nd so its nice having him back. He brought me wine, and yummy chocolates and some other things from his time in Italy. My heater wasnt working. Every year it does this and its always freezing cold in my house. So finally my uncles friend came and cleaned it and it is working like a charm! No more cold. We went a good couple weeks there where it was literally 50 degrees when we woke up though. Freezing. I hate the cold. As did Henry. It was Jessica's b-day on the 15th. She is getting old. 28. We went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner on the 15th. I was glad it wasnt Javier's or The Greenery. Both places that I love, but really? How many times can you go to these two places in a month. We all know Jess loves herself a coup. Then on Friday we went to the outlaw, then Saturday went to deer widows. Now, I have never been to deer widows because I always have a pretty good excuse as to why I cant go. This year I did not. So I went. It wasnt bad, just not really my scene. Plus I dont think the mood was what it normally is. Poor Katch was sick, I had a headache. So after the strippers, (couple of pretty hot ones) we ate and a few of us just went to bed. It was fun, I was just tired, and my head had been pounding all day. Not good. The Sunday we had Jessica birthday dinner at my dads house. ( her b-day is a pretty big deal I know). Then I started my second job at O &amp; A. Im only doing Sunday nights (grave) 11pm-7am. Which sucks Monday mornings since I have to be to work at 8am, but its only 1 night, pretty simple, and 4 days a month, and I can cover what Katie gives me so thats good. We are having layoffs at work again. I think this makes 3 in the last year. Im trying not to stress about it, but I am. If I make it through 3 layoffs it will be a miracle. I had to take the last 3 days off cause they want everyone to take 6 days off of vacation (or no pay) before the end of the year, I cant take the days everyone else is taking (cause of invoicing for Dublin and Irvine) so I had the last 3 and Nov 18-20 so if anyone gets bored during that time, lets do something! &lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I got one of my wisdom teeth out. I have one on top and it was fully in so the dentist said he would just pull it. The bottom 2 are going to have to be surgically removed. Can I just say, getting a tooth pulled blows! I could hear it ripping from my jaw. Sick. It wasnt as bad as I thought I guess Im just a little tender but can eat whatever so thats good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry wrapped up in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdpMlY9bI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZJO3fxA3_DA/s1600-h/100_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdpMlY9bI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZJO3fxA3_DA/s400/100_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837528388990386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry and Fitz. I was boring Henry with all the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdooASzgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aVhamvO3D64/s1600-h/100_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdooASzgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aVhamvO3D64/s400/100_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837518569721346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry and Fitz trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdobWsZPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NO0gH_Qv2Cs/s1600-h/100_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdobWsZPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NO0gH_Qv2Cs/s400/100_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837515174012146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and me at the outlaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdn_BO14I/AAAAAAAAAIU/6bwc6Lr-UqE/s1600-h/100_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdn_BO14I/AAAAAAAAAIU/6bwc6Lr-UqE/s400/100_0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837507567802242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdnqHY1WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uUFKVvIjlno/s1600-h/100_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdnqHY1WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/uUFKVvIjlno/s400/100_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395837501956478306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katchie and me. (dont mind the creepy face in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHciGkeFqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BrIsJn1RSxM/s1600-h/100_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHciGkeFqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BrIsJn1RSxM/s400/100_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395836307003807394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHch2TJUhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rIM64oBnvSY/s1600-h/100_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHch2TJUhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rIM64oBnvSY/s400/100_0256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395836302636175890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls waiting on stippers! (Ferrah, Christy, me, Katchie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHchfkIvTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/17kpf9NF9jw/s1600-h/100_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHchfkIvTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/17kpf9NF9jw/s400/100_0264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395836296533425458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katchie and me (Jess in the background being a dork)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHcg-RotII/AAAAAAAAAHs/_v6C2w0QHd0/s1600-h/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHcg-RotII/AAAAAAAAAHs/_v6C2w0QHd0/s400/100_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395836287597458562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and me-drink much anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHcggPNXBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cewUUxoq87k/s1600-h/100_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHcggPNXBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/cewUUxoq87k/s400/100_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395836279534214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-4786906655747360517?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/4786906655747360517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4786906655747360517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4786906655747360517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SuHdpMlY9bI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZJO3fxA3_DA/s72-c/100_0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-2951169683751089483</id><published>2009-09-30T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:51:28.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Irvine</title><content type='html'>I know what you saying. "Oh Celina, what in the heavens are you talking about? Irvine is in California honey" Au contraire, tis in my cubicle. I invoice for all 3 Parker CSD division, Ogden, Irvine and Dublin Georgia, which normally is fine. But on the last day of the month Irvine hates me and makes me stay till the wee hours of the night. Okay, maybe not the wee hours, but late. (side-note, never get the large curly fry its huge!!) So I'll be here till around 9ish. And pretty much only because the system goes down at 9 and I am of no further use to them. Our dock is usually done around 5ish maybe 6 on the last day of the month, cause after that no frieght forwarder (UPS, Fedex, etc) will pick up, so they have to be done. Well in Irvine whatever is to late to pick up they drive in there own trucks to meet them. Awesome. Really though, I dont mind all that much, cause its one day a month so its okay. Plus I like being all alone, and able to listen music loudly whist working. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which!! Guess what came out on Tuesday?!!??! The new Paramore CD!! Brand new eyes. You guys. GO PICK THIS UP NOW!!! It is Amazing. I have yet to get a shirt that says I heart Paramore but when I see one, I'm totally getting it, cause I do. They are amazing. And for you Twilight fans, Stephanie Meyers also hearts them cause they did 2 songs on the Twilight soundtrack. Im hoping they are on the New moon sound track. So that in itself speaks volumes. VOLUMES PEOPLE!!! Trust. Its good stuff, if you like Punk/alternative rock with a girl singing awesome lyrics about the soul. Which I do. Weird I know cause I also love the country, 80's rock, early 90's power ballads, Pink floyd and the Eagles (Helloooo hotel Caliornia is #1 soul soothing song)among many others, I love all music. As long as the song hits you right in the soul, its good (ie. Adele "Hometown Glory" 53 sec in, Yes I know this.) Anyway back to my point. Paramore is amazing, go get the cd, you wont be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you wont be sorry about is also picking up the book 'The Hunger Games' by Suzanne Collins. Also amazing. I love reading. My best day ever is sitting on the couch, with a blanket, hot chocolate, a good book, and pouring rain outside. Best. Ever. Anyway Jessica told me to get this book cause she said it was great, and she picked up the book the follows this one. OH MY GOODNESS!! My sister did not steer me wrong on this. I got the book Sunday and am over 250pages in. Im almost done. I cant put it down. I wish I was at home reading right now instead of waiting for Irvine!! While running yesterday I kept thinking, 'Really with the running?? You could be reading right now!!' Bible, this went through me head. I havent been this intrigued with a book since...I'll say it, either the Twilight series, or The Host (which I believe Stephanie Meyers needs to make into a series also. So Stephanie, since you read my blog, get on that. Thanks so much, your fan Celina.) Its really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Speaking of running. I went running yesterday, it was 85degrees. Monday was in the 90's. Today? 43. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!! Im all for weather changes, Utah is famous for it, but this is a bit ridiculous, I just went to Arbys for sustenance and my balls about froze off! (guys smokin baaalllls tonight. lol-watch the soup. Its good stuff) I dont really have balls (obviously) but it was freezing. I didnt take my jacket with me cause I was just going to the car, and I quickly regretted that decision. Well I better get back to work. Just got another file! file I with 20shippers!! to add to the 167 shippers from Irvine alone today. You think Im joking. Sadly, Im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing. Mark gets back Friday!! Yay!  After 3 months, he gets back from Italy. Finally!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-2951169683751089483?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/2951169683751089483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-on-irvine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2951169683751089483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2951169683751089483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-on-irvine.html' title='Waiting on Irvine'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-3998835857541829551</id><published>2009-09-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:50:38.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do's and Don'ts</title><content type='html'>So not much has been going on since the bee situation.  I have been going to work, watching tv, and attempting to run occasionally.  The only main thing going on right now is my boo-Katie has decided to leave me. :(  She's going to live with a boy. Stupid boys....Anyway.  I am very happy for her. Honest. I'm glad she found Greg (thanks to me! had it not been for that blessed night at teasers for someone I work with they never would have met.)  And yes, I am taking all the credit thanks. She wont be moving till November but Im prepairing myself now.  Really I never thought I could live with someone as a roommate and still be there friend. But I have really enjoyed her being there and I feel like our friendship is much stronger than it ever was before. Im glad we lived together for the last year. But heres the thing, everyone knows Im a little crazy, yes, its true. And I tend to feel protective of all friends/family. So I made a list for Greg. A list of Do's and Don'ts if you will.  I read these to Greg last night. He didnt find as much humor in them as Katie and I did, but Im chalking that up to the fact that his personality was a bit grey last night, cause these are funny. What makes them even better is everything is the truth or something that has happened. So enjoy. Hopefully you'll enjoy these a little more than Sir Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do’s and Don’ts : Rules, Regulations, and Guidelines for&lt;br /&gt;the privilege of living with Katie Kerr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do’s:&lt;br /&gt;1-     Sing with Katie whenever she starts singing a song that is recognizable to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-    Dance whenever music is present (be it in the car, commercial, or a  song in her head.) Car dancing -aka- Hand dancing is acceptable in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-    Watch horrible reality TV with her. Although its not good in any way, you will get hooked and this is great bonding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-    Leave the light on when watching movies, if not she WILL fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-    Wake Katie up when she falls asleep on the couch, NEVER leave her to sleep on the couch. If for any reason, you are unable to wake her, you MUST make sure she is covered with a blanket, and her glasses are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-    Get DVR. This will only better your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-    Let Katie control the remote-again this will only better your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-    Sit in the bathroom and chat. You only have to do this when she is getting ready, not whilst doing business. (We’re not sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-    Cry during commercials, and movies, this will make her feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-   Talk to, and about the animals (booger) like they are people, because they are. They hold conversations with us, and other animals, we just don’t understand them, so make it up. ( ie. If Booger is screaming say “Katie Booger is saying ‘ 0MG mom! So earlier I was totally going to eat this thing that was on the floor, then as I went to eat it I saw something shiny, and I forgot what I was doing, so I ran down the hall and jumped on the counter, and then I remembered that there was something on the floor I was going to eat so I jumped down, and then there was a bug, so l ate that...I like cheese....what was I talking about?’ “ because this is how she talks. Learn this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-   Love Booger like Katie does. Never be mean to her. Even when she is eating your table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-   Love Katie, she is great and your lucky to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’ts:&lt;br /&gt;1-     Be a jerk. I will drive to Salt Lake and kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-    Let Katie do the dishes, its best for everyone involved if she steers clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-    Ignore Katie during a football game, she is always going to be there, and even nodding your head a few times will save you a fight for not paying attention when the game is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-    Let her always cook, you have that big fancy book, use it occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-    Get angry when she wants to stay home and veg. Football/tailgating is your love not hers. She is allowed to not always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-    Throw up on her phone.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-    Exorcist vomit ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-    Get angry about the last 2 comments, they’re jokes, and I got um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-    Throw away her rotting bananas... I know, but don’t do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-   Get upset with Booger for jumping on the counter. She cleans herself.&lt;br /&gt;Its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-   Get upset when Katie wants/has to win. Just let her win, and she will stop.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are the rules, if you can not! wilt not adhere to all listed above, tuff shit, you do them or there is hell to pay. I’m but a phone call away Greg...but a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There may be more of these do’s and don’ts to come in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-3998835857541829551?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/3998835857541829551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/dos-and-donts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3998835857541829551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/3998835857541829551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/dos-and-donts.html' title='Do&apos;s and Don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6109242118058221430</id><published>2009-09-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:43:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I meant BEESness!!</title><content type='html'>Okay. So the title is completely geeky and lame, but also hilarious so deal with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you know I have been having a bee issue. Well hornets actually. And they were evil S.O.B's. I'll start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about the end of July I was in my shed, getting the gas thingy for the lawn mower. Now I had not been in the shed for quiet a while because the lawn mower was broken so I was using my aunts. Well I finally got it fixed so it needed gas right? Well as Im getting the gas can. Its not really a can, so much as the red plastic thing, anyway, thats not important. I was in the shed and noticed bees flying around and I thought, "Jeez! I just walked in here the door hasnt been open for that long" and as my eyes wandered to the bees I saw the largest bees nest I have ever seen. Not kidding. Great. So a few weeks later Katie and I were in the shed trying to get out some of her totes and things, and they attacked us. They were flying around all crazy like dive-bombing us, I didnt know what kind of bees they were, I only knew they were not wasps because it didnt look like a wasps nest. I just kept thinking, "why in the heavens are they attacking us!! We're not even bugging them!!" I thought this as I ran for my life, mind you. Well Katie was equip with her winter coat, zipped to the chin, hood on and tied. She was still stung on the eye. As I came back from being chased for the 2nd time I saw dear Katie trying to get the tote as fast as she could, then frantically flailing her arms and hands in front of her face screaming. Then we both ran and I could feel them hitting the back of my head. Evil. So Katie wanted revenge so we bought some Hornet and Bee killing from the great makers of Raid. And thats where we were for about a month. I looked up online what the nest looked like, and realized they were hornets or yellow jackets. So as the bees took over the shed, the raid sat on the dryer waiting to be used at the moment that we could mustard up the courage to take them on. (Listen, I should write suspense novels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many suggestions I decided that waiting till night, (when its cool and dark they go in there nest and sleep) and putting a bag around the nest peeling it off the shed and tying the bag was the way to go. So Katie and I went out to handle business. Upon further investigation I realized that I was not tall enough to reach the roof of the shed without being on tip toes, and since I choose life, I didnt want to be in a situation where I stumble on shaky toes, lift the bag off the roof and have 1000 bees come out and kill me. So I did the next best thing. Stood outside the shed and sprayed with Raid. (Dear Sir, that decided that for hornet killer you would make it spray up to 20ft, in a long steady stream....Thank you, A tip of the hat.) So I sprayed until there was none left, panicked, found more raid and continued to spray with ant raid. Then Katie said "Well you have to knock it down" to which I said "Ohh, yes!!" So I grabbed a rake, panicked, prayed to the sweet Lord, that they were dead and knocked it down. As soon as it fell, Katie and I both screamed bloody murder, and sprinted into the house. (Its always an adventure at our place) waited 20 minutes, then went back out, where I dissected it. Not many of you may know that I'm kind of a geek and love to see the inside of stuff and how it works. Guys, this thing was awesome! I almost felt bad destroying it. Almost. I posted some pics so you could see, first, how big it was (since none of you believe me) and two, the fiasco that was Katie and Celina 'The bee killers'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largest hive ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527320443311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfrmJKIVrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aa_8j_a1GN4/s400/100_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me spraying the bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527327695386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfrmkLKNjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wMQxfnl8UjI/s400/100_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend the rake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527337517265458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfrnIw4MjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VL-sbf-Zv1I/s400/100_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527344870449666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfrnkKA4gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mEZeoIRZod4/s400/100_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527355232090706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfroKwa-lI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zen4yrXCLGs/s400/100_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup of one of the levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfsE76vRcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0t_IBhvul3I/s1600-h/100_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527849465038274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfsE76vRcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0t_IBhvul3I/s400/100_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you this thing was no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-6109242118058221430?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6109242118058221430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-meant-beesness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6109242118058221430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6109242118058221430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-meant-beesness.html' title='I meant BEESness!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SqfrmJKIVrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/aa_8j_a1GN4/s72-c/100_0190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-8899665385477243277</id><published>2009-09-01T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:43:43.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Katie's birthday weekend was this last weekend.  She is now 25.  It started Thursday when I took her to Ruby River (cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; a better boyfriend than Greg.)  Friday we went and saw The Time-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Travelers&lt;/span&gt; wife, which was just okay, but I still adore Rachael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt;. Saturday we went to dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Granticans&lt;/span&gt; and Greg and then to the outlaw to do some line &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt;.  It was pretty fun, its been a long time since I've been there so it was good to go.  The spokesman for Old Spice, and Michael Bolton even showed up to celebrate.  Jess and I saw an old friend Taylor who is pretty much like a brother and is now living in California so it was really good to see him.  Sunday was her b-day and she went to salt lake with Greg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt; So Greg made her a cake that causes death.  Now it was super sweet of him and he made it from scratch, so a tip of the hat to you...Greg.  But honest right now, not even kidding. 20 eggs, 3lbs of chocolate, 3 1/2 sticks of butter and like 3oz of flour.  Our hearts exploded.  It was pretty good though so good job Greg.   We are still having the hornet issue. More on the that to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-8899665385477243277?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/8899665385477243277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/katies-b-day_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8899665385477243277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/8899665385477243277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/katies-b-day_01.html' title='Katie&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7627983071670973543</id><published>2009-09-01T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:36:13.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie's B-Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jess and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q-4oCKjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jggbaYgi5Xs/s1600-h/100_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q-4oCKjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jggbaYgi5Xs/s400/100_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641527479151154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;This is always Mace's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q-XOHHbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_gsJzaPSupM/s1600-h/100_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q-XOHHbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_gsJzaPSupM/s400/100_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641518512053682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;This is how much Jeff likes the outlaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q9ywv2kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o-awM7Ntf9I/s1600-h/100_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q9ywv2kI/AAAAAAAAAGc/o-awM7Ntf9I/s400/100_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641508725217858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Katie taking a body shot of Greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q9S05Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q3uiYfB5Hno/s1600-h/100_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q9S05Y_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Q3uiYfB5Hno/s400/100_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641500152685554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q8gzME2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/yFjVnTlES5k/s1600-h/100_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q8gzME2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/yFjVnTlES5k/s400/100_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376641486723748706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;Katie having a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p8h8wH4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kSRtVjlU410/s1600-h/100_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p8h8wH4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kSRtVjlU410/s400/100_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640387520667522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Katie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p79iMeuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LORJUGk2EUY/s1600-h/100_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p79iMeuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LORJUGk2EUY/s400/100_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640377745603298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Reserved for Katie, no one else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p7eGCcGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uqj7ySDxo68/s1600-h/100_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p7eGCcGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uqj7ySDxo68/s400/100_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640369306005602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Katie and Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p6zLF5TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HiL0I2L_IPQ/s1600-h/100_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p6zLF5TI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HiL0I2L_IPQ/s400/100_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640357784479026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Jess and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p6ER9hII/AAAAAAAAAFk/W65B0qHYkiE/s1600-h/100_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2p6ER9hII/AAAAAAAAAFk/W65B0qHYkiE/s400/100_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640345196823682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7627983071670973543?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7627983071670973543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/katies-b-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7627983071670973543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7627983071670973543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/09/katies-b-day.html' title='Katie&apos;s B-Day!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Sp2q-4oCKjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jggbaYgi5Xs/s72-c/100_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-1085684249141625611</id><published>2009-08-24T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:37:55.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, yard sells, and hornets...</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was pretty productive. Katie and I had decided to have a yard sell a while back, and we finally did it this weekend. It was from 8-1 on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. Friday night we went around hanging signs and laughing cause we are dorks and apparently duct tape does not stick to everything.(ie. wood poles) . Listen we should have our own reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show about our lives. It would be hilarious. Well before the yard sell, we were getting stuff together and we wanted to check the shed. Now, a while back I told you about my horrible weekend, and that I found a HUGE bees nest in the shed. Katie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; believe me when I said how big. HUGE!! Probably hundreds of bees in this thing. Not even an exaggeration. So anyway she wanted the totes that she has right at the front of the shed right by the door, and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;equip&lt;/span&gt; herself with her jacket zipped all the way up, hood on and tied under her chin. Hilarious. But they still got her. These things were flying out after us, chasing us down like we had just kidnapped the queen and was holding her hostage. I keep thinking "why the hell are they so mean!! We are not even bugging them!!" Well Katie got stung on her eye, and that was the end of that. We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart and bought Bee killer. We have not tried this yet, because well....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to die. So later I looked up what kind of bee's they were by the look of the hive, and sure as shit. Its hornets. They are evil. So pretty much the only way we can get rid of this thing (cause literally its the biggest nest I have ever seen ) is wait till night, and spray the nest through the little hole at the bottom and pray you live. The thing on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; literally said "have your running shoes on" Great. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not allergic to bee's but the only thing that comes to mind, is how the kid dies in  "My girl" and Katie will be sobbing at my funeral screaming "where are her glasses!! She cant see without her glasses!!" That movie is tender, I should watch it soon.  I have a picture of this thing, and I will post it, after we find out the outcome of this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt;. You guys are going to freak when you see how big it is.  People that have seen it have pretty much all said I need a professional to get rid of it.  But I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; plan on paying someone $250 to get rid of this thing. (yes, I checked) and listen if I can cut down my own branches on my tree with a saw, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;capris&lt;/span&gt; and flats I can do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Saturday we had our yard sell, It was pretty much a bust. I will never do one again.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Katie&lt;/span&gt; was pretty upset, cause well she likes to compete, and even though this was not a competion, if it had been I totally won!  Without even trying.  I made $80 but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; come up empty handed!   She made $8.  Then while cleaning up we got rid of a bunch of stuff, it was supposed to go to the D.I, and I feel bad that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not waiting in line for an hour to drop stuff off. Sorry, I went and there were 8 cars in front of me and it took me like 10 min to move one car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Gina, Jessica and I went to see My Sisters Keeper.  Finally. I have been trying to go to this movie since it came out and with my sister! but we all know how busy she is.  So we finally went and can I just say it is SO GOOD!!  I was nervous cause the book was ridiculously good, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know how Cameron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Diaz&lt;/span&gt; would be as a mother figure. But I was happy, it was so good!  Jessica caved about 2 minutes into the movie and cried the entire time. Not kidding, 2 minutes.  I lasted about 20min, and was a mess the rest of the time, Gina was a champ and after calling us "pussies" a couple times, caved a good hour into the movie. I know what all the guys are saying "why would you want to see a movie and just cry the whole time?" Cause its good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why!  Even with the few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;interruptions&lt;/span&gt; from people in the theater (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; laughing from a guy with his wife, and a old man and lady who apparently "CANT HEAR A THING" , and hearing him tell his wife, "SHE SAID 'RELEASE ME' " which was hilarious the movie was great.  The rest of Saturday and Sunday I just relaxed which was nice, since I have been tired since last weekend and have finally caught up.   I am hoping to have the hornets nest removed sometime this week. I have to wait for Katie to be home, cause I choose to not die alone, and would like to have someone ready to call 911 if need be. I'll blog about that fiasco later, which pictures. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; sure it will be quite an event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-1085684249141625611?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/1085684249141625611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-yard-sells-and-hornets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1085684249141625611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/1085684249141625611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-yard-sells-and-hornets.html' title='Movies, yard sells, and hornets...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-5490778326324687425</id><published>2009-08-17T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:59:22.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures of Arizona</title><content type='html'>Here are some more pictures of Arizona.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 9px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-c9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-c9.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107885544905&amp;amp;site=widget-c9.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107885544905&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p1/3530822107885544905/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107885544905&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p2/3530822107885544905/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107885544905&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c9.slide.com/p4/3530822107885544905/ms_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-5490778326324687425?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/5490778326324687425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-pictures-of-arizona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5490778326324687425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5490778326324687425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-pictures-of-arizona.html' title='More pictures of Arizona'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6770559785319260951</id><published>2009-08-17T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:26:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry's B-day!!  &amp; Arizona!</title><content type='html'>Okay, So I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a crazy animal person but listen.... Henry turned the BIG 3 last Thursday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Henry!! He loves getting attention so he had a real good day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I got home from work and took him to the park where we played fetch, and chilled for a little bit, then came home and put on the party hats (for real) and took lots of pictures. He got a steak for his b-day also. You would think that he would want the hat off his head, but after telling about 2 times to leave it alone he did. Just had it on his head the whole time. He is so funny. So my dad was supposed to bring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over cause, what with them being brothers it was his b-day also. But he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but Jess brought over baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so there are a couple pictures of them together. Its hilarious he is like the size of Henry's head. Baby Fitz also started barking and growling at Henry which was pretty cute, but also quite rude being he was the birthday boy. The cats were also forced to join the party. You'll see how thrilled they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Friday my dad and I went to Arizona for my cousin Jazmin's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Quinceanera&lt;/span&gt; (15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; b-day) Its a big deal in the Mexican heritage. It was so good to see everyone, I got to meet one of my cousins I had never met. Also see Aunts and Uncles that it had been years since I saw, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really glad I went. But note to self-Never live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ever. We usually go down in April when we go down and its really nice then, but August?? I thought I was going to die. I went to the movies at ten in the morning with 2 of my cousins and it was about 100 degrees. Really?? Its effing 10 in the morning!! It was horrible. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how people live there. It was even to hot for the pool, it felt like warm bath water. My dad still got in, and I think I would have too if I was feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; in anything other than loose jeans and a sweat shirt right now. But it was good. Saturday was the big party. At noon we had the church service and that was really pretty. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; understand anything cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the only one that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but it was nice. Then the party started at 4 and went till midnight. Listen we know who to throw a party. Then Sunday we flew out at about 230 and came home. I was so tired the whole time I was there though from the heat. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how anyone functions there. I would be napping all day. Go get the mail? Take a nap, go to the store? take a nap. Literally the heat drained me. Everyone was happy too, cause it was only 104. What? I love &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; 104. But I guess it was like 117 a few weeks ago, my aunt said "You know when your baking in the oven, and you open the door to check and the heat hits your face like a punch? Yeah it was like that whenever you walked outside" Sounds awesome. Anyway here are some pictures. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post that many of Arizona, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really have time so I could do some later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997109965017378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Somdai0dUSI/AAAAAAAAADs/oFWOvbplrQ4/s400/100_0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Henry's b-day present. his name is Doug.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997130447162450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomdbvHyDFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sbXxvcGHaV0/s400/100_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lola was super excited to have the hat on, and to participate in the festivities! If I am murdered in my sleep it was Lola's revenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997137722125394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomdcKORLFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AR552bLn3iU/s400/100_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wilfred also could not contain his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997142977385426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomdcdzOE9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XpiaoRThOBo/s400/100_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Henry's b-day kiss. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997153820513026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomddGMbEwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/L4pYadJG1yM/s400/100_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Mom!! I could eat him!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomePvH7JDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/W9XwRmuPuWg/s1600-h/100_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370998023800955954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomePvH7JDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/W9XwRmuPuWg/s400/100_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Fitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeO1fnQrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gxaLAgCk4ts/s1600-h/100_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370998008331059890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeO1fnQrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gxaLAgCk4ts/s400/100_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeOUJFxuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7rs7Jyp6N2E/s1600-h/100_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997999378220770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeOUJFxuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7rs7Jyp6N2E/s400/100_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See I even wore the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeN_dW22I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9U8rBucG7vM/s1600-h/100_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997993826081634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeN_dW22I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9U8rBucG7vM/s400/100_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie and boogie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeNebwJMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bYjrMEu5KJc/s1600-h/100_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997984960980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomeNebwJMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/bYjrMEu5KJc/s400/100_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the pool&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999015131513474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomfJcHjAoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PUTOol2sJec/s400/100_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back-Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Dad, Uncle Miguel, Uncle Pancho, Front- Aunt Gloria,Jazmin (her b-day) Grandma Celia, Aunt Jennie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999031729749234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomfKZ83_PI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HDCr_aUd-p4/s400/100_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girls! (Claudia, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lizzett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Jazmin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999021723050626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomfJ0rF4oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jcdG4JRIkpA/s400/100_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Wilfred sleeps all the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999039602912754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomfK3R-7fI/AAAAAAAAAFU/fX02WRm1Juo/s400/100_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is me and baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today when I went to let him out on my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370999050352349170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SomfLfU2T_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/eO8vya6Iu-M/s400/100_0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll post some more pictures of Arizona soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-6770559785319260951?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6770559785319260951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/henrys-b-day-arizona.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6770559785319260951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6770559785319260951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/henrys-b-day-arizona.html' title='Henry&apos;s B-day!!  &amp; Arizona!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/Somdai0dUSI/AAAAAAAAADs/oFWOvbplrQ4/s72-c/100_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-695712026211991627</id><published>2009-08-05T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:06:50.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Baby Fitz!!!</title><content type='html'>So Jessica got Fitzgerald Rutherford this last Saturday.  He is adorable!!  I heart him.  He is super tiny, I thought he would be bigger than he is.&lt;br /&gt;He is just a little guy.  I watched him Monday and Tuesday night, and he loves to chase the cats.  Its hilarious cause he is just this puff ball of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fur&lt;/span&gt; and a mini tail going 1000 mph and chasing booger around the table.  His bark is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;!  He is kinda scared of Henry (hello he is giant) but last night he got a little ballsy and was barking and growling at him.  Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know what to think! You can tell he's trying to be gentle around him but he just follows him everywhere.  Its super funny.  I'll post of pics of Henry and his cousin Fitz when I take some later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRahhFzPI/AAAAAAAAADk/LFYosJyUHRE/s1600-h/100_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550684592622834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRahhFzPI/AAAAAAAAADk/LFYosJyUHRE/s400/100_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Hello adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRaApj67I/AAAAAAAAADc/FVE6DrlkTTo/s1600-h/100_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550675769781170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRaApj67I/AAAAAAAAADc/FVE6DrlkTTo/s400/100_0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRZhaNK5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NLbuF56lFWY/s1600-h/100_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550667383876498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRZhaNK5I/AAAAAAAAADU/NLbuF56lFWY/s400/100_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                          Jess and Baby Fitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRZYxOd_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Zxwp-dw9hrE/s1600-h/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366550665064511474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRZYxOd_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Zxwp-dw9hrE/s400/100_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-695712026211991627?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/695712026211991627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-baby-fitz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/695712026211991627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/695712026211991627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-baby-fitz.html' title='Its Baby Fitz!!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SnnRahhFzPI/AAAAAAAAADk/LFYosJyUHRE/s72-c/100_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-5100538692978187752</id><published>2009-08-04T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:09:24.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on shipping</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty bored right now. Just waiting for shipping to be done. It is still early so I cant be upset, but the beginning of the month we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; hardly ship anything so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done invoicing everything. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was not great. My lawn mower broke, again. This was the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time I had used it since getting it back. I was watching Bronx, who ate a pillow, barked all day, peed in the hall, and harrassed booger. Booger peed on the couch (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; assuming because of the dog, cause she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; do that) and while trying to save her life (Bronx had chased her and cornered her) my legs were exposed and lets just say there was blood. Bare legs + claws= bad news. Oh also whilst trying to get the lawn mower working I went to get the gas thing out of shed and looked around to see if there is anything in there I could live without (Katie and I are planning a yard sell) and I saw bee flying around and I thought jeez, I just opened the door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; hi, there is the biggest bee's nest (hive) in the shed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; look around in there much. Not wasp's nest. Bee's. Its all white and enclosed and sick. Its like the size of 3 baseballs or something. HUGE people. HUGE. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to deal with that. I may just wait till winter. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; feel like dying from 1000 bee stings. But on an up side. I was able to get new couches. I have been wanting them for awhile, could just do without, but now I have new ones.  Also Baby Fitz is the cutest thing in the world. I'll post some pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-5100538692978187752?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/5100538692978187752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-on-shipping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5100538692978187752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/5100538692978187752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-on-shipping.html' title='Waiting on shipping'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7011935105434332618</id><published>2009-07-30T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:50:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazardous material</title><content type='html'>So I think I should have 'CAUTION' tape and orange cones all around me to warn people to not get to close. I damage things. I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand how the mind can be so weak and yet so powerful at the same time. How simple words that should mean nothing can damage and effect your life years down the road, when you know they should mean nothing, and how the body that is by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; standards fragile can heal and repair itself from the worst bruise or broken bones to work just fine. So kudos to you, Kari, for after all these years still affecting my life without even trying. Somehow your still winning. Hopefully one day soon, I'll win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7011935105434332618?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7011935105434332618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/hazardous-material.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7011935105434332618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7011935105434332618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/hazardous-material.html' title='Hazardous material'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-4696983327965889641</id><published>2009-07-27T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:05:50.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridezillas, and way to go....London.</title><content type='html'>So one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;benefits&lt;/span&gt; of Katie living with me, is I now watch lots of really horrible reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows that suck you in and is literally like a train wreck. The entire time your watching your face is frozen with a look of disgust and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disapproval&lt;/span&gt; yet you cant seem to look away for fear that you might miss something. One of these shows is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bridezillas&lt;/span&gt;. The WE network hosts this gem of a show. People it is horrible. These woman are the most horrific people to ever grace this earth. And I pray that some of it is scripted because some how they always end up getting married! The woman scream at people, throw things, throw tempter tantrums and everyone around them just takes it like 'oh okay' if I acted like this I would expect a nice slap across the face from whoever and for them never to speak to me again. Not these ladies. Now I know first hand about the stress a wedding can cause. I was there. Yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure I was nicer than I normally am, because of the stress. Sure, I had a melt down. Just as I assume everyone goes through something like that. Sure, mine was about linens, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; crazy. We walked in for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; and everything just kinda hit me. I think it was the decorations, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; this is really happening" I was on the verge of tears already when the sweet lady in charge came over to tell me the linens on the tables were going to have to be changed, and was somewhat surprised when I felt tears on my face. And then she's all "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; mean to make you cry! We can fix it, we can fix it" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; all "Oh no! Its not that, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; care about the linens"I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; insist on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bridesmaids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; over 200 lbs so I could look better, or throw cake at the cake lady when the day before the wedding she wanted the filling changed. No. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not crazy. Anyway these ladies are crazy. You should watch it. I'm thinking about making whoever I marry next watch this show so when they say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; crazy or mean or bitchy I can go " really?? "&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Skank&lt;/span&gt; of Love or I mean Daisy of love has picked who she will be giving the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;herp&lt;/span&gt; to next. His name is London. He is a real winner guys-30 year old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;unemployed&lt;/span&gt; guy in a band. She was the loser on one of the 17 seasons of Rock of Love with Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt;, so lets just say there is some new super- STD floating around now, like super AIDS or something. These people are sick. Sadly Flex (the runner up) was actually sad he lost. Really Flex? You my friend, are hot, and if you had not slept with Daisy the day before you were booted off I would help to mend your heart, cause you are yummy. Sucks for me you now have the super aids and are tainted. So in short: Watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Bridezillas&lt;/span&gt; to make your guy realize your not as crazy as he thinks, and shortly 12-pack/Dave (the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; runner up) will have his own show since he has now been on 3 reality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows and lost every time and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1 does, so watch that when it comes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-4696983327965889641?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/4696983327965889641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/bridezillas-and-way-to-golondon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4696983327965889641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/4696983327965889641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/bridezillas-and-way-to-golondon.html' title='Bridezillas, and way to go....London.'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-281148660665781380</id><published>2009-07-27T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:14:01.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon...</title><content type='html'>So listen....I have found my choice of beer.  As most of you know I hate beer. I think its sick. Not good at all.  Give me liquor!  But, I tried blue moon for the first time this last Thursday.  Our boss from California was in town since it was year end and all. My boss here decided to get him Raptors tickets to give him something to do, then our bosses here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; end up going. So who better then Jenn and I to show him a good time at a baseball game?  No one. So Jenn and I went to the game with him.  It actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; bad the seats were pretty good, in the shade and right by the 'refreshment cart' Well I would have been the odd man out, without having a beer so Jenn told me to try blue moon.  Quit it.  Pretty tasty.  Needless to say I have a 12 pack at the house now, not that I'll be drinking it regularly. I try to not drink alone, at home, just watching TV. That means you have a problem. But for the purpose of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BBQ's&lt;/span&gt; or something.  It was the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; on Friday.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do anything really.  Heat, Crowds, Fireworks, not really my thing.  On Friday Katie and I had a little BBQ at the house.  Not really. We cooked hamburgers and brats and her dad came over for dinner. Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; even there.  I burned the brats. And Katie was burned on her face from brat juice.  Oops. I did go and see my friend Charlie from school. He had been out of town for awhile and wanted me to come hang out. So I went.  Thank goodness it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; like a party cause honest there are a lot of people I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to see from school.  But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; bad, just a few people playing bowling on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; play, I suck at video games.  Turns out he went and got hitched!  Crazy.  It was nice seeing him. I've known him since like 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade and is really someone that I care to keep up with.  Then Saturday I went and helped my G-Ma do some cleaning in the condo.  I steam cleaned the carpets.  It was super hot and after we stopped for lunch we never started again. This is why you never stop. Later I went and had some beers with friend from work, yes blue moon.  Then Jess had a BBQ at her house with Mace, Jeff, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Katchie&lt;/span&gt;, and Allan.  The poodles were also there, I think getting Jessica ready for Baby Fitz, she gets him this weekend.  I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; about as excited as she is!!  Its going to be like a new baby, I can take for awhile and then give back!  Pretty sure Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; going to know what to do with something that is far smaller than the cats.  Sunday, I just sat on the couch all day and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; clean, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do laundry, all I did was shower and put on clean clothes.  All I did was nap and eat.  So when it came time for bed at 1030 I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; sleep all night.  I tossed and turned all night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; what I get for being lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to Arizona with my dad on the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of Aug!  I just decided this a few hours ago.  My cousin is turning 15 and is having her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Quinceanera&lt;/span&gt;.  Its been a long time since I've seen the family down there so I decided to go.  As long as the boss man approved the vacation that is.  It will be nice to have a mini vacation.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; in need of one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-281148660665781380?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/281148660665781380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/281148660665781380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/281148660665781380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-moon.html' title='Blue Moon...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-6770204935291906051</id><published>2009-07-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:01:33.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired...</title><content type='html'>Can I tell you how tired I've been the last week or so.... So Tired. I think its cause I finally got off my lazy behind and started running again. It had been over a month cause of the leg situation I was having, so I have been going on my lunch again, and trying to go after work( went a few times at like 6pm, guess what? Its like Africa hot out there at 6pm) So I went like twice after work, and have been trying (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/span&gt;) to go running around 8-830&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; at night or in the morning around 6 before work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hasnt&lt;/span&gt; happened yet, because I cant get out of bed, or fall asleep on the couch at 7. Also just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bit of too much information. I have peed like 42 times today. Not kidding, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; trying to whole bit with the water again, and turns out my body hates it so it tries to rid itself of all liquid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I have a sip. Serves me right, I guess, for not ever drinking anything. I have had about 48 oz. today and have peed 42 times. I think my boss thinks I have a problem, as does the lady in HR that sees me walking to the bathroom 42 times a day. Listen if I was throwing up the grapes and tuna fish I've been eating I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have muffin top in my pants. Thanks for your concern.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need real food. Quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-6770204935291906051?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/6770204935291906051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6770204935291906051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/6770204935291906051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-tired.html' title='So tired...'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7379578092353225116</id><published>2009-07-20T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:06:39.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katchie's B-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUTM0ehnMI/AAAAAAAAABk/DgdFFqedbco/s1600-h/100_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Katchie's Flapper and Mobster party was this last Saturday, and can I just say I was pretty professionl at being a flapper.  I didn buy a dress cause I wasnt going to spend 50 bucks on a costume so I used a dress I had and just got some jewerly.  My hair actually turned out pretty good. I was a bit nervous about it case I had it pin curled for like 3 hours and was afraid it was going to be uncontrollable!  Boo-Katie ended up getting ill so she wasnt there,but it was still  a pretty good time.  Here are some pics, I'll put a few more up, Im at Jessica's and her keyboard is apparently a joke and doesnt want to type!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUTMrmt-gI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_zK7mxEdHA/s1600-h/100_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360712040038922754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUTMrmt-gI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_zK7mxEdHA/s400/100_0244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters having a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUSsXGNt7I/AAAAAAAAABU/GC7_yE66BPo/s1600-h/100_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360711484778067890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUSsXGNt7I/AAAAAAAAABU/GC7_yE66BPo/s400/100_0245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jess and Mace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUSr05IMHI/AAAAAAAAABM/1ZC8fiiHcro/s1600-h/100_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUSqmX98II/AAAAAAAAAA8/ycsx45kqwzQ/s1600-h/100_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360711454519324802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUSqmX98II/AAAAAAAAAA8/ycsx45kqwzQ/s400/100_0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katchie on stage dancin to 'Sweet child of mine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURt4kT6TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zsb6HV1LvhI/s1600-h/100_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360710411430914354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURt4kT6TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zsb6HV1LvhI/s400/100_0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURtnCO-TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9jrPMayB3xc/s1600-h/100_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its Katchie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURtFN3QdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LNghkkQ5COM/s1600-h/100_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360710397646553554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURtFN3QdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LNghkkQ5COM/s400/100_0231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Me he's bein a pretty good Mobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURstiD_TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PWWWNPq-_Sc/s1600-h/100_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360710391288823090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURstiD_TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PWWWNPq-_Sc/s400/100_0223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the outfit, arent you so proud of the hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURsfoFFBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mvw8MOO-E2c/s1600-h/100_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360710387555963922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmURsfoFFBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mvw8MOO-E2c/s400/100_0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole outfit, dont make fun of the pose I know its lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUQ0Dx1zzI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GRRNGw_6Bu0/s1600-h/100_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7379578092353225116?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7379578092353225116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/katchies-b-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7379578092353225116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7379578092353225116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/katchies-b-day.html' title='Katchie&apos;s B-day'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUTMrmt-gI/AAAAAAAAABc/w_zK7mxEdHA/s72-c/100_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-7197694063178803175</id><published>2009-07-20T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:54:00.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Here are some more pics of Katchie's b-day and some of the kids.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcLXB1e6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/epPeK8zD6iI/s1600-h/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUb_lOcKlI/AAAAAAAAACU/H4dzTqjUJcM/s1600-h/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUb_lOcKlI/AAAAAAAAACU/H4dzTqjUJcM/s400/DSC01984.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721710592830034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Katchie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbgl0zwII/AAAAAAAAACM/JDUbX9H5UBs/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbgl0zwII/AAAAAAAAACM/JDUbX9H5UBs/s400/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721178177814658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cellen and I (Cellen and Celina!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbfgm_9BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afdIQEjdC5k/s1600-h/DSC01982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbfgm_9BI/AAAAAAAAAB8/afdIQEjdC5k/s400/DSC01982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721159597847570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, thats a cig holder totally profesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbfFPVC9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8f1qKlktIZc/s1600-h/DSC01981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbfFPVC9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/8f1qKlktIZc/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721152250809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Daniel sisters. Jess is west-side, por vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbe5O078I/AAAAAAAAABs/BOJ6AFZmG0g/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUbe5O078I/AAAAAAAAABs/BOJ6AFZmG0g/s400/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721149027479490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff and my other mobster pic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcLXB1e6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/epPeK8zD6iI/s1600-h/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcLXB1e6I/AAAAAAAAAC8/epPeK8zD6iI/s400/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721912940297122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Pearly pearl. aka booger (katie's cat) she is suckling this blanket, she thinks its her mother. Its the saddest thing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcAwnfsoI/AAAAAAAAACs/mA4T9uuWT6I/s1600-h/DSC01997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcAwnfsoI/AAAAAAAAACs/mA4T9uuWT6I/s400/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721730830578306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is momma's a handsome man (aka Wilfred)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcB8_WWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/6GVkMWSG7Kg/s1600-h/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcB8_WWII/AAAAAAAAAC0/6GVkMWSG7Kg/s400/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721751331723394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my pretty girl (aka Lola)  Life bores her, she's in her fav spot right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcACStXNI/AAAAAAAAACc/JWHkK6wZEqs/s1600-h/DSC01990.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUcACStXNI/AAAAAAAAACc/JWHkK6wZEqs/s400/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360721718395362514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is momma's boy.  (aka Henry) Look at that mug!  How do you ever say no....easy actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUeVh_oJmI/AAAAAAAAADE/WA9CuOk5ae0/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUeVh_oJmI/AAAAAAAAADE/WA9CuOk5ae0/s400/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360724286705772130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Henry and his BFF Peter the pig.  He loves him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-7197694063178803175?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/7197694063178803175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7197694063178803175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/7197694063178803175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pics.html' title='More pics'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lcKY7t01gWs/SmUb_lOcKlI/AAAAAAAAACU/H4dzTqjUJcM/s72-c/DSC01984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576393458057449036.post-2516223214565390726</id><published>2009-07-20T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:10:30.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Me!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I decided to go with the new blog.  Again because of the email address issue.  I promise this one will be more fun and possible have pics and all that good stuff.  I will be blogging about Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Katchie's&lt;/span&gt; party a little later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6576393458057449036-2516223214565390726?l=celinasue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/feeds/2516223214565390726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2516223214565390726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6576393458057449036/posts/default/2516223214565390726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celinasue.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-me.html' title='Its Me!!'/><author><name>Celina Sue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02051535294180760775</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
