<?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-3400969046214359537</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:02:20.077-05:00</updated><category term='Things I Want'/><category term='Lauren Conrad'/><category term='Audrina Patridge'/><category term='Speidi'/><category term='ugh'/><category term='work'/><category term='Waterfest'/><category term='Whiteny Port'/><category term='The Hills'/><category term='The City'/><category term='GTGs'/><title type='text'>Learn to Fly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8419731723514645900</id><published>2009-09-03T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:35:28.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving!</title><content type='html'>Hey there. SO if by God's grace you can actually see/comment this post, I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;My new home is in this great neighborhood, I live right between &lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/2009/09/tmi-thursday-things-that-go-sploogey-plop-in-the-night.html"&gt;LiLu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://whothrowsacupcake.wordpress.com/2009/07/14/hello-world/"&gt;BonDon&lt;/a&gt;. I know, I'm spoiled. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hey on over to my new crib, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://learnxtoxfly.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://learnxtoxfly.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye blogger, I will miss you like no other. But people want to read my blog and well honestly, you're cockblocking, so peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8419731723514645900?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8419731723514645900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8419731723514645900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8419731723514645900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8419731723514645900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m Moving!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2946596513259031480</id><published>2009-09-03T01:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:02:42.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama.</title><content type='html'>Can we just talk about how these chicks I used to be friends with like 5 yrs ago showed up at the g2g tonite and then posted shiz on facebook? It was super duper coool. More on it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2946596513259031480?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2946596513259031480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2946596513259031480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2946596513259031480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2946596513259031480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama.html' title='Drama.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2765177456592733802</id><published>2009-09-02T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:38:29.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ex Excursion. Erm.</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I ended up going home early from a headache, so that is why I am working on a Wednesday. Which makes me sad because I didn't have too! Plus, I miss my subway fix which duh equals bf fix. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I did happen to venture out yesterday when I was feeling better with Swan who grabbed his camera and decided that he must take pics of Charlie. I decided Charlie needed a photo-mate and called up BP to come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he came, pics we taken and for 30 mins last night I debated whether or not to put them on Facebook. I ended up doing so and tagging BP (he said it was cool). It only took me forever because people on both sides of our worlds kinda have an issue with us being friends. I didn't want any shit from it. People like PA Lova, who does not talk to me anymore because she thinks it's awkward that we are such great friends. Sometimes I just want to stand on a mountain and scream BP and I are effin friends, get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But without further ado, here are the pics from yesterday's photoshoot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6CvgC_diI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5qYpbK99WCU/s1600-h/10218_127455049137_512494137_2247976_283312_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6CvgC_diI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5qYpbK99WCU/s320/10218_127455049137_512494137_2247976_283312_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6C2VrcLLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Lrzywe-I_cQ/s1600-h/10218_127455014137_512494137_2247970_4839958_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6C2VrcLLI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Lrzywe-I_cQ/s400/10218_127455014137_512494137_2247970_4839958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6C-MAdQhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iD8Qug0jhzY/s1600-h/10218_127455019137_512494137_2247971_1372038_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6C-MAdQhI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iD8Qug0jhzY/s400/10218_127455019137_512494137_2247971_1372038_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DEiFWgZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/IURIoyNeCyE/s1600-h/10218_127455029137_512494137_2247972_3626593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DEiFWgZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/IURIoyNeCyE/s400/10218_127455029137_512494137_2247972_3626593_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DMJ3B0tI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bRzFAIRqKMQ/s1600-h/10218_127455034137_512494137_2247973_3664699_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DMJ3B0tI/AAAAAAAAAm4/bRzFAIRqKMQ/s400/10218_127455034137_512494137_2247973_3664699_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DUReFs0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/OJ3NBH5Y7L8/s1600-h/10218_127455054137_512494137_2247977_8229994_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6DUReFs0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/OJ3NBH5Y7L8/s400/10218_127455054137_512494137_2247977_8229994_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2765177456592733802?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2765177456592733802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2765177456592733802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2765177456592733802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2765177456592733802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/09/ex-excursion-erm.html' title='The Ex Excursion. Erm.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sp6CvgC_diI/AAAAAAAAAmY/5qYpbK99WCU/s72-c/10218_127455049137_512494137_2247976_283312_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5686164643493851593</id><published>2009-08-31T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:02:30.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke.Down 09.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpvLJqcICoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p152PlPjqDI/s1600-h/2009_08_31005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpvLJqcICoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p152PlPjqDI/s320/2009_08_31005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week's Weekend Recap is actually being put on hold at the moment for a recap of yesterday's awesome show, Broke.Down 09. As you can see above that's my baby boy, Charlie rolling to the show. (photo by: BP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this photo but I never even knew he took it! As you can tell, I am the awesome of all awesome drivers, breaking rules and not staying in my lane. Actually, I'm quite in the midst of laughing about my lack of driving skills here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's get on to the recap of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke.Down 09 was situated in beautiful Gardner, MA. It took us about 2 1/2 hrs to get there. We took amazing back roads to get there and it was soo nice and coool out. I wanna to hug the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my crazy ass up at 600am, and tromped outside to wash my car. It was still kinda dark out and I felt like such a dork, out there in shorts and a jacket, scrubbing Charlie down. Around 640, I quickly hopped in the shower, then got out, got dressed and headed out the door to pick up CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 730, we were off to meet up with BP so we could follow him to Frankie's in Wtby (because there are 3 of them!) to meet up with Carlton and Larry. BP was all freaking because we were like a minute late, but Carlton was like 10 and Larry was like 30 mins late. We ended up finally leaving at 830ish. As I said before the drive up was amazing beautiful. Nice cool temps, nice back road driving. We finally got there at like 1030am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was free which was an awesome plus, but I parked in spectator parking anyway, bc my wash job was subpar and there were so many MKV's there! So, CM and I parked and went on a hunt for BP. We finally found him and pretty much made him our biitch. =) He held onto my keys for the day, and let us put our sweatshirts in his car. So, we browsed the show for about 2 hrs and then CM and I were pretty pooped so we just leaned against BP's car for a while till we got hungry. Then we got up and made our way over to get some food, and while doing so, BP called and told me that we were leaving but I told him we were getting food, so he grumbled and said ok, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to his car where he was and he was ok with the fact that we didn't leave right away, and he nicely let us sit in his car. We talked for a bit, and then he went off on a beer hunt and in the process met some MA kids. So, CM and I just chilled in his car for pretty much the rest of the time, till we decided to go take some pics. Shortly there after we got ready to leave and ended up cruising home with thatskinny and some other people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Uno's (pure sex) and had some grub and then headed on home. It took a lot longer because we went a totally different (more trafficy) way of going. Finally, we were back into CT around 745pm after BP , CM and I took a brief rest stop to say bye and stretch our legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally made it home at 830, a full twelve hours later. But, it was a great time, with my two besties. =) Can't wait for h20!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpvlUd4ibLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iMWOfXtVzPs/s1600-h/5249_1163932213495_1083540109_30498798_3848003_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpvlUd4ibLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/iMWOfXtVzPs/s320/5249_1163932213495_1083540109_30498798_3848003_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;center&gt;[can i just tell you, i'm in love with this pic!]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5686164643493851593?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5686164643493851593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5686164643493851593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5686164643493851593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5686164643493851593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/brokedown-09_31.html' title='Broke.Down 09.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpvLJqcICoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/p152PlPjqDI/s72-c/2009_08_31005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5084986835975257085</id><published>2009-08-30T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:05:28.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke.Down 09, The Teaser.</title><content type='html'>So, today was an epic day but folks I need to tell you that your gonna have to wait till tomorrow to know things like, why I have a raccoon look going on, why uno's is the best and why it's totally funnny when BP gets buzzed. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5084986835975257085?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5084986835975257085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5084986835975257085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5084986835975257085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5084986835975257085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/brokedown-09.html' title='Broke.Down 09, The Teaser.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-9175156775828282260</id><published>2009-08-28T14:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:17:27.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New.</title><content type='html'>Hey! You there. You know you miss the times when you would sing songs from the Elephant Show and Lamb's Chop Play-a-Long. You know you miss Eureka's Castle and Carebears. They were the epicness of children's shows in our time. You know you miss the bright colored shorts you used to wear, and tye-dye shirts and light up sneakers. And I know you def. miss jelly shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this little gem, Sheri (from &lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/2009/08/flashback-friday.html"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/a&gt;)&amp;lt;--click! is serving up a heaping Friday special of Flashback Fridays. So, head on over to her blog, leave her some love, comment on her awesome New Orleans trip, and buy some of her homemade jewlery that she makes with her mom. I'm certain you want to do it. Or if not, Chuck Norris will find you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Spf7rErIIII/AAAAAAAAAlw/lQEpQ6yOpqU/s1600-h/ChuckNorris.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Spf7rErIIII/AAAAAAAAAlw/lQEpQ6yOpqU/s320/ChuckNorris.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[see i told you!]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Spf8h_sHyOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/j1XbHCBLUgQ/s1600-h/flashbackfriday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Spf8h_sHyOI/AAAAAAAAAl4/j1XbHCBLUgQ/s320/flashbackfriday1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, Sheri offered to share the love of Flashback Friday blogging with everyone, yay! So I decided why not reminsince about the younger years. It'd be fun, plus Sheri does a great job reminding me (mostly because im super forgettable, well my mind is)&amp;nbsp;of all the awesome shows that were on, like Are You Afraid of the Dark? Yes, it's epicness in itself. Anyways, I'll shush and finally get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpgbMZy5xKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NlmkX8Q0HS0/s1600-h/david-mya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpgbMZy5xKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NlmkX8Q0HS0/s320/david-mya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Wikipedia, The World of David the Gnome is a Spanish animated television series based on children's books. The show ran from 1987 to 1995. The show center's around David, who is a 6 inch tall gnome on his adventures and misadventures as a doctor in the forest. For food, they ate vegetarian only and were regularly assited by the animals of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was def. one of my favorite shows growing up. I loved how David was transported by Swift the fox. The theme song also rocked my socks off. And of course, we cannot forget how him and his wife Lisa would kiss. I occasionally will make LB "David the Gnome" kiss me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also cannot forget those 4 little daredevils and nitwitted trolls who would turn into stone whenever direct sunlight hit them. I loved when that would happen, because I never wanted David to fall prey to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David the Gnome was my little 6 inch hero and I absolutely would without doubt watch that show again if reurns came on. C'mon I still watch the Disney Channel. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-9175156775828282260?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/9175156775828282260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=9175156775828282260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9175156775828282260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9175156775828282260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-new.html' title='Something New.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Spf7rErIIII/AAAAAAAAAlw/lQEpQ6yOpqU/s72-c/ChuckNorris.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5538556650076004914</id><published>2009-08-27T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:58:32.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>Well folks, it's Thursday again as you all know. And it's that time of the day when I tell all of you lovely bloggers what I want, then you tell me what you want. See, it's quite simple as Dr. Doofenshmirtz would say. (yes i totally watch phineas and ferb). Anyways, if you want to get in on the fun, head on over to Sass' blog, &lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-want-thursday-contest.html"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;lt;--&amp;nbsp;(please click) She's currently having a contest. All you have to do is come up with a funny caption for her picture, be a follower, and ta-da you could be featured on her blog! So head on over, follow her and duh make something funny up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpbjAvwuONI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eO8v0uE0mHo/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpbjAvwuONI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eO8v0uE0mHo/s320/thingsiwant.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) Ok, you know it. Yes, I really really want it to be time for H20. T-29 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really&amp;nbsp;want this work day to be over. It's so beautiful outside and I do not want to be in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want my bestie CM to cheer up. She's pretty down about life and I totally love her to death, soooo please cheer up CM! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want to go to another state fair this year. I &amp;lt;3 them. The atmosphere, the music, the food, I think I'm a Southern girl at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want a second job. I'm ready, come on, things to pay for. I'm like Spongebob in that episode of "Band Geeks." *Big dorky smile + big dorky dance=totally ready.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really really can't wait for the Big E. Every year, we travel up to the Springfield area of Mass. and go to it. It's a huge state fair and the parade is the most awesome part. People throw Mardi Gras beads off floats. I have a whole collection in my room. I'm wondering if Miss &lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/2009/08/tmi-thursday-in-which-i-use-hot-dog.html"&gt;LiLu&lt;/a&gt; has ever been, since she's a former Mass resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I want today folks, now let me know what you want! =) And rub the screen 3x for all your wishes and desires to come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5538556650076004914?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5538556650076004914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5538556650076004914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5538556650076004914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5538556650076004914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-really-freakin-want_27.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpbjAvwuONI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eO8v0uE0mHo/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1757604488180261285</id><published>2009-08-27T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:15:02.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why My THoughts and Big Mouth Get Me in Trouble!</title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to take this time to apologize to Elizabeth Marie over at &lt;a href="http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/2009/08/well-at-least-those-are-pretty.html"&gt;It's&amp;nbsp;Unbeweavable!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you caught my last post, I pretty much bitched about how I thought she stole my post and it turns out that it was a coindeince (ok i think i butchered that word) that she wrote a best friends post because her blogger&amp;nbsp;friends had been too! Right now I trully feel like an ass and I'm totally sorry and I hope she can forgive me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys haven't already figured, I'm one of those people that talk before I think and usually always assume the worst. So, Elizabeth, I'm trully sorry x100000. (ps-my email is &lt;a href="mailto:bunnni.chick@gmail.com"&gt;bunnni.chick@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you ever want to email me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, yesterday I went swimming and it was pure amazingness. It was only my third time this summer actually doing something that involved water on a hot day. Swan's gf EM has the nicest neighbor with a in ground pool and apparently virtually the entire neighborhood uses the pool, so we went over and jumped right in. It was soo relaxing and nice to just swim around and enjoy the day via the pool. After we got out, we got pizza and just chilled on her deck talking and lounging. (this is why i wish i was still a kid again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time to bring LB (who actually had yesterday offf!) home and Swan and myself were headed to the usual wednesday night spot, via Charlie (my beloved volkswagen) with BP in tow in his. As usual on a good Wednesday, we have an all night chitchat and we did just that. There of course was a point in time when I wanted to smack BP all over the frickin parking lot, because we have to remember that he is still only 20and is a loud mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to call LB and of course BP has to scream whatever the hell he was screaming while I was on the phone. (thanks for being a dick) Thankfully though, I have a super patient and understand boyfriend, so he's ok (not great) with the idea that BP will unfortunately ALWAYS be around because we like the same damn thing. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats about all that's going on. And again, Elizabeth I'm trully sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1757604488180261285?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1757604488180261285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1757604488180261285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1757604488180261285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1757604488180261285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-my-thoughts-and-big-mouth-get-me-in.html' title='Why My THoughts and Big Mouth Get Me in Trouble!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6384260672137098034</id><published>2009-08-25T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:11:37.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpQKsa05vOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uTcRFyVkFO4/s1600-h/cute-quotes_1091388094_10-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpQKsa05vOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uTcRFyVkFO4/s320/cute-quotes_1091388094_10-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, back a couple &lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-lazy-its-cool.html"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt;, Sheri over at &lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/a&gt; answered my calling for inspiration in the form of questions, or surveys or other such questionnary things. Visit her page, you know you wanna, just do it. Thanks again Sheri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways onward to her mini-survey/questionnare thingy. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fav color-Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flower-Daisy/Buttercup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season-SUMMMER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Items to wear-Flippie Floppies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video game-Call of Duty 4/5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book-"Something Borrowed" and "A Salty Piece of Land"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magazine-Eurotuner/PVW/Xbox 360&amp;nbsp;(indeed those are volkswagen mags)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food-anything Italian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink-(Non Alcoholic) Cherry Pepsi (Alcoholic) Mudslide/Cap'n Coke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Band- Disturbed, Rascal Flatts, 3 Doors Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song- Hmmm. I have a million that I love. ::sigh::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's super short, but I'm drawing a blank on questions to ask myself to tell you all. But those are Sheri's questions to me, so feel free to add some of your own. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6384260672137098034?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6384260672137098034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6384260672137098034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6384260672137098034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6384260672137098034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-life.html' title='Beautiful Life'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpQKsa05vOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/uTcRFyVkFO4/s72-c/cute-quotes_1091388094_10-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5484810518100584300</id><published>2009-08-24T13:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:13:12.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post Dedicated to "The Best."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpLR809lDXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2T7IQb97nes/s1600-h/best-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373588148345703794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 68px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpLR809lDXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2T7IQb97nes/s400/best-friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, I have the most amazing group of friends ever. Of course, I'm sure you can all relate, because who doesn't love to share everything with their best friend/friends. I am thankful enough to have my best friends and my really good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friends are the ones I consider to be at the top of the list of all lists, the ones who would come running to me in a second when I absolutely need them, as I would do the same. My good friends are the ones who help me out when I need it, but aren't always always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friends are simply 4 amazing people who have my whole heart and soul and vice versa. They are truly the light of my life. They make me smile when I'm down, make me laugh my ass off with the most random of comments, and our my shoulders to cry on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LB&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;he's my rock. He always knows the right words to say when I'm down. He makes my heart skip a beat whenever he looks at me. He may piss me off with his vast knowledge on saving (something I lack) but he always wants whats best. He listens to me bitch when I'm angry and listens to me thru my sobs when I've had a fight with someone. He tells me never to give up even though I feel so defeated sometimes. He's going to be my future husband and I cannot wait till that day. He is my best friend and my everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;We've been friends the longest. Throughout the years, we've gone thru a million and one changes within ourselves. We watched each other shape and mold into what we are now. Sure, we've had a couple nasty fights, but we could hate each other. I'm completely and utterly myself with her. We've gone thru the bad and the good times together. We are the biggest dorks when we are together and I love it. We are coming up on our ten year anniversary of friendship and I'm so excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I've known him since middle school. We weren't always as close as we have been recently. When I couldn't drive (we all member why!) he was nice enough to drive me to work and pick me up. He always tells me the blunt truth and doesn't sugarcoat it. He's hilarious ten fold. We have the listen/talk kind of relationship that I believe most people strive to achieve. He may not be the smartest when it comes to money, but somehow I know he'll be ok in the future. He's def one of the sweetest guys ever, and has the biggest heart I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BP&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Understandably there was a time and point when I just wanted to scream at him at the top of my lungs. Sometimes, there's still that point but mostly I love the kid. Before we dated and now after, he's always been there to listen to me and my latest drama. He's another one who gives me the straight truth and nothing more or less. When I needed him the other night, even though he was at camp, I left him a voicemail and although he couldn't call, we briefly chatted on AIM and he made me feel a thousand times better. I believe that dating is not what's meant for us, but possibly being best friends is where its at. He's someone that needs me as much as I believe I need him. (and no he doesn't make my heart swoon like my friends think.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four people are my everything. They all have shaped me into the person that I am today. I'm me with them and without them. They are my rocks and my laughter. They know what most everyone doesn't. They've seen me on my good days, bad days, and ugly days. They've seen me the lowest I've ever been to the highest of the mountain tops and I wouldn't trade them in for nothing. They have my heart now and forever.&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;~And as for you my lovely bloggers, I want to take this time to thank everyone for their comments, love and respect. Some of you have become really close to my heart. It's amazing how a common hobby of writing can bring people together. Thank you again for everything. As I come up on my one year anniversary (in a mnth) I still cannot believe everything that's happened, it's been amazing, it's been depressing, I've had my highs and lows and thru everything you guys have left your comments of guidance and of encouragement. Thank you sooo soo much!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/3400969046214359537-5484810518100584300?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5484810518100584300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5484810518100584300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5484810518100584300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5484810518100584300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-dedicated-to-best.html' title='A Post Dedicated to &quot;The Best.&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpLR809lDXI/AAAAAAAAAlY/2T7IQb97nes/s72-c/best-friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7365320245868630607</id><published>2009-08-24T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:42:58.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpKv2ywvKGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/J3QtHN0RXXU/s1600-h/photographyswing1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpKv2ywvKGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/J3QtHN0RXXU/s400/photographyswing1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these days. I miss being a kid. I miss the simplest times in life, when the hardest decision was if you wanted to swing on the swings or play on the slide. As the summer draws to close, I have one goal, to swing as high as I can into the clearest, deepest bluest sky ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got outta work and headed over to LB's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Swan, LB and I all headed to Buffalo Wild Wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It's an awesome sports bar/restaurant with like a million tvs (which are really loud)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Obvii they serve wings, but they also have burgers and wraps and salads and sandwiches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I ended up getting Honey BBQ boneless chicken wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I got them the time before. They're pretty good except they are on the spicy side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-After that we headed back home, I dropped Swan off, went back to LB's and we watched some tv and then I headed home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-woke up and got ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-headed to LB's where we decided forever what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally went out, grabbed some lunch and went to Best Buy and the mall to browse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we both decided we wanted to buy something we both use so we headed over to Toys R Us to see what board game we could get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we decided on Scattergories but it was 27.00 there and we knew we could get it cheaper at Walmart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we headed there and unfortunately they didnt have it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we went to Target and they had it for 20.00!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we also saw my rents there, they were getting som last minute stuff for vacay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we headed back to LB's, watched the Office (because i wanna get in to it) on Netflix on his Xbox till about 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we then went to Chris and Leah's and played some Scattergories and then headed to the Cheesecake Factory. (Mmmmmmmmm)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I had a Strawberry Daiquri and for dinner I had the Chicken Di Pana which is a lightly breaded chicken breast sauteed in a white wine butter sauce with garlic mashed potatoes and broccoli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-IT WAS AMAZING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i brought prolly 60% of it home tho bc the portions were so big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to Chris and Leah's, played some more Scattergories and headed back to LB's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he went to sleep pretty much right away and I watched some tv before heading home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-my rents woke me up around 6am to tell me they were leaving for OCMD (where I'll be in 32 days!). I'm still slightly surprise they still go, since they've been going since I was 3, but then again, its pretty funny that I go every year now for h20!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to bed, and I woke up around 1000am, talked to LB on his way to work and watched some tv&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I called CM around 11am and then headed to her apt shortly after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we hung out and then headed to New Hartford to see LB at work, went back to her apt and then she left not too long after that to go to her parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I headed back to my house and watched some tv till LB got outta work, and then headed to his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 1230 I headed home and was pretty nervouos because I HATE being home alone. I live up on a hill in a neighborhood that's kinda pushed back from the city and my house likes to creaks and stuff (its only 12 yrs old). My brother decided he wanted to go to Denny's with his friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Once I got home though, I felt a lot better. I ended up going to sleep and being able to stay asleep the whole night. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was def. a good eats kinda weekend. Taking it easy this coming one bc I need to buy alot of stuff for h20!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7365320245868630607?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7365320245868630607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7365320245868630607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7365320245868630607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7365320245868630607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-recap_24.html' title='Weekend Recap.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpKv2ywvKGI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/J3QtHN0RXXU/s72-c/photographyswing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8840297064681346605</id><published>2009-08-23T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:38:04.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tornadoes, But A Whole Lot of Good Eats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpDVRO1LNCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K2XK9uWF3F8/s1600-h/hearts31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpDVRO1LNCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K2XK9uWF3F8/s320/hearts31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully there were no tornadoes! Well, there was one in Burlington which about 20 mins away, but nothing here more than a pretty decent thunderstorm. I swear like clockwork every Friday brings thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however eat at two really good restaurants with LB, Buffalo Wild Wings and the Cheesecake Factory. Nom Nom Nom x10000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. more on those Monday for the weekend recap. ;) Enjoy Sunday Funday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8840297064681346605?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8840297064681346605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8840297064681346605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8840297064681346605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8840297064681346605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-tornadoes-but-whole-lot-of-good-eats.html' title='No Tornadoes, But A Whole Lot of Good Eats!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SpDVRO1LNCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K2XK9uWF3F8/s72-c/hearts31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3794803228317883346</id><published>2009-08-21T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:42:21.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Lie, I'm Scuurrred!</title><content type='html'>Currently, there is a tornado watch till 9pm for my county. No lie, we've never had this happen. Conditions apparently are very favorable for tornadic outbreak. I'm scurrred. There was a tornado warning in Litchfield Conuty which is the next county over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna go snuggle with my hunnni, and pray that if any come its now during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3794803228317883346?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3794803228317883346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3794803228317883346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3794803228317883346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3794803228317883346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-gonna-lie-im-scuurrred.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Lie, I&apos;m Scuurrred!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6633695325079365362</id><published>2009-08-21T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:25:55.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Hurt Me! [lol]</title><content type='html'>I know. I changed my blog yet again. I think the colors were getting to me. I love making myself headers, even if they do kinda stink. But, that's ok. I absolutely love the fate picture. It speaks to me in volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a nice weekend everyone and don't forget, leave me inspiration for my next post. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6633695325079365362?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6633695325079365362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6633695325079365362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6633695325079365362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6633695325079365362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-dont-hurt-me-lol.html' title='Please Don&apos;t Hurt Me! [lol]'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6991065432606817792</id><published>2009-08-21T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:17:02.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lazy. It's Cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So6wSgNgNHI/AAAAAAAAAko/bOl1C_KSbCY/s1600-h/peace1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So6wSgNgNHI/AAAAAAAAAko/bOl1C_KSbCY/s320/peace1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was going to write this huge long post about the said amazing thing, but then I got lazy. Or should I say I am lazy. It's Friday! I'm sorry. Don't hurrrt me. (lol) Plus, it's a lot to take in and a lot to really analyze, which my brain does not want to handle at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna ask you guys, give me ideas on something to write about, ask me questions, make up a survey for me. Anythinggg, pleasssse. I've run out of ideas. [sigh]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6991065432606817792?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6991065432606817792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6991065432606817792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6991065432606817792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6991065432606817792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-lazy-its-cool.html' title='I&apos;m Lazy. It&apos;s Cool.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So6wSgNgNHI/AAAAAAAAAko/bOl1C_KSbCY/s72-c/peace1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6561058412625963829</id><published>2009-08-20T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:40:05.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>Hello. We all know what time it is. Time for good old Things I Want Thursday brought to you by the beautiful and wonderful Sass over at &lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-want-thursdayoooooh-baby.html"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;So hit her up, tell her you love her or bake her a cake, either way she'll be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So2Zmv1qdVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9QDi1SM0gC4/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So2Zmv1qdVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9QDi1SM0gC4/s320/thingsiwant.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) I don't even have to say what I really really want because we all know. Yup, h20 time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really want to be able to write my other post. Something odd and amazing happened last night which left me feeling so weird (but good) that I'm still amazed it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want Hannah Montana cereal, Spongebob Mac n Cheese, and Steak-ums for said meals in OCMD. Ok, well at least the Spongebob Mac n Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want to go to TD Homers tonight, it's my new favorite bar and the mudslide I had was super yummy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really wish I had more to talk about, but sadly I don't. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me what you really really want. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6561058412625963829?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6561058412625963829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6561058412625963829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6561058412625963829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6561058412625963829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-really-freakin-want_20.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/So2Zmv1qdVI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9QDi1SM0gC4/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8817193290687692960</id><published>2009-08-18T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:44:08.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, My Name is Bill and I'm A Hurricane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soq8XpDafhI/AAAAAAAAAkY/H25I7qOkpKY/s1600-h/spec_trop2_325x220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soq8XpDafhI/AAAAAAAAAkY/H25I7qOkpKY/s320/spec_trop2_325x220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meet Bill. He's a Catergory 2 hurricane that will probably intensify into a 3 or maybe even 4. Why am I talking about him?! Well, because there's a good chance that he might come up here and wrreck some havoc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, usually I'd be all gung ho and cool about it. But, not when my parents are going on vacay. It's just going to be me and my bro. I totally have a really great plan that pretty much has me shoving everything that's outside inside and packing me and the bro up and going to my best friends to ride out the storm if it comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other sucky outcome to this is that the hurricaine might turn and head for Ocean City MD where my parents are going. It's supposed to be around New Jersey by Sunday, so hopefully it doesn't decide to ruin my parents vacay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets pray that BIll doesn't come. Ok, maybe I do want him to come a little. But, not really. Other than that, I really have nada to talk about. It's going to be really hott today and I really don't mind it! Okay, maybe a tad. (lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8817193290687692960?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8817193290687692960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8817193290687692960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8817193290687692960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8817193290687692960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-my-name-is-bill-and-im-hurricane.html' title='Hello, My Name is Bill and I&apos;m A Hurricane.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soq8XpDafhI/AAAAAAAAAkY/H25I7qOkpKY/s72-c/spec_trop2_325x220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5064122121170043808</id><published>2009-08-17T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:20:54.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Somffo3UH-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WFb8KFhG-d4/s1600-h/faithcopy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Somffo3UH-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WFb8KFhG-d4/s320/faithcopy.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. How was your weekend? It's been pretty frickin hott here (finally!). We are in the midst of a possible heatwave and I'm kinda excited because it finally feels like summer! Lots of sun and warmth. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on the who-the-hell is going to stay in our condo for h20 project and the how-the-hell am I going to lead a cruise (again) without having to go over the damn George Washington Bridge or the Major Deegan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, I have a planning bug. And it's super annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got confirmation that Lil B and Pa Lover are NOT staying with us. I'm not sure the reason why, all I got was a no. So, finally&amp;nbsp;figured out that it's going to be Swan, EM, CM, Coco, Colin and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got out of work and attempted to find a route that would best suite everyone on the way to h20.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally got some good advice from my dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to hang with CM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went to the mall and some other stores looking for things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we decided to go to TD Homers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-which is a new sports bar/grill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the place is epic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-there are tvs in the bathroom stalls!!! i was watching golf while i was peeing (lmao)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went and chilled outside and had some drinks (cm, swan and i)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i had a mudslide and we got some popcorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-its def my new favorite place!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was home and to bed to wake up early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-woke up at 830&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-showered, shaved, got dressed, etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went to LB's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we brought Charlie for his appt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-left and headed towards the river tubing place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got there and parked across the street at LB's subway =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got some food and then it was off to tube!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-it was so much frickin funnnnn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-until LB pushed me off my tube and it floated away and I was stuck trying not to cut my feet open on branches under the water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally after about an hr and 15 mins (seriously!) our fun ended,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we jumped on the shuttle bus and rode back to the starting point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to LB's to relax&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 8 we went to Chris and Leah's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we chilled out, played Monopoly Here and Now Edition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then around midnite it was home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up around 1100&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got ready and then headed to CM's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-her, her cousin and I headed out to do somethings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got some hairdye and water balloons (lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-headed back to her house and had our water balloon fight which kinda sucked because the water balloons did not want to break!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that we chilled out and had a summer dinner which consisted of bagels with our fav spread =) and a fruit platter. it was by far the best thing ive had when its 90 million degrees out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we all dyed each others hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i have light brown hair now with reddish tones, CM has an ash blonde and her cousin has dark brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after we were pretty much all done dying our hair CM's other cousin JP (whose one of my exs but one of my good friends) stopped by and we all chilled out and just talked and then it was to LB's for 1030..and we got some food and then he went to bed and I went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty much sums up my weekend! It was fun and felt like summer and I'm just in such a great mood because h20 is all planned out! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5064122121170043808?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5064122121170043808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5064122121170043808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5064122121170043808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5064122121170043808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Somffo3UH-I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/WFb8KFhG-d4/s72-c/faithcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5661001657335523978</id><published>2009-08-15T18:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:41:33.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Me.</title><content type='html'>Dear Inner Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We need to have a talk. What is going on? Why have you been so stressed out lately that all you think about doing is punching babies. (I kid of course!) I know the world is starting to get you. I know people don't know how to drive, volkswagen owners are becoming too aggressive and that maybe telling BP how you think his drinking problem is effin gay wasn't the smartest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean let's face it, 97% of people in CT cannot drive, but why are you getting so mad? It's not like you haven't encountered stupid drivers before. It's not like you don't know that old people are notorious for forgetting whose turn it is at a 4-way stop sign and just go anyways even though it's your turn. And you always know that someone is going to cut in front of you just because they think they can, because you own a small but fiesty little hatchback with some not so nice stickers on it they read: I heart (symbol) sluts and I heart haters. Maybe they just do not like you're stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we all know that as h20 nears, that people seem to get antsy and just want to knock each other out, but let's face it, there's nothing you can do but steer clear. I know you hate being judged by these inconsiderate assholes that just want to be better or have a better car than you. But you know they are like a second family. There will be fights, there will be making up. There will be the good day and there will be the bad days. You'll meet chicks who want to rip your face just because you're another dub chick, but let's face it, they are just a waste of space. So, let's attempt that smile, pick up that bottle of alchi, and get our drink on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you know that yelling at BP was a bad idea. He's not the same anymore. On the outside he thinks he's some badass kid, but on the inside you know he's not like that. But, wtf, why did you have to go and yell at him about his drinking problem. I know you care, but he clearly doesn't. You tried to apologize after hanging up on him, I know. But, just let it go. &amp;nbsp;He'll figure it out, well we hope anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inner me, I believe we may have fixed our little stressors. Maybe? Or do I need to write a letter to my subconsious too. We need to snap out of this inner me, it's time to be happy. Then why are you still feeling so unhappy. Can I ask what's missing? It'd be great if you could answer me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Warm Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5661001657335523978?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5661001657335523978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5661001657335523978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5661001657335523978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5661001657335523978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/inner-me.html' title='Inner Me.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7625738084498256085</id><published>2009-08-15T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:23:25.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled. &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soc1TqCPskI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6yqtwD3RVkw/s1600-h/quotes-16-1-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soc1TqCPskI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6yqtwD3RVkw/s320/quotes-16-1-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been considering dropping out of the dub scene all together. Tomorrow is the Terryville car show where I won my first and only award for the stock A5 (aka MK5) class. Charlie was only 4 days old then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as much as I take pride in my car, I can't help but feeling like maybe it's time to just give it up all together. The drama, the fights, the pettiness has just completely gotten to me. I love volkswagens as you all know, and I used to love the people., but now it just seems like an all out fight for friends. And frankly, I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm still going to h20. But the car shows and gtgs are done for me. I say this a lot, but maybe it is time for me to bid ado because it just frustrates me more than make me happy. I'm pissed off to know end that PA Lova pretty much ended our friendship bc I brought BP along to the gtg last week. Things are just getting way too cliquey for me and I'm not enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty bummed that I can't go to one of my favorite car shows tomorrow. But, since J.Dubs, Pa Lova and a whole slew of other retarded people are probably going to be there, I prefer not to troll the fairgrounds with my back turned towards everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know why people treat me the way they do. I am nothing but nice to people and always there for them, but 9 out of 10 times I get stabbed in the back and I'm left standing there in the middle of a field staring off into space alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to know that most of the chicks in the dub scene are only concerned with themselves and who'll talk more shit with them. I don't like to judge people and I don't like to be judged. I just want to chill with a group of people that I know will have my back and personally make me feel like I am their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dub scene, after this season, I bid you a nice farewell. I will miss you and everything you were about throughly, but unless the drama stops, then I will not be returning. This love/hate affair has gotten to be too much hate and I cannot take it anymore. I'm sorry and I hope everything works out for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7625738084498256085?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7625738084498256085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7625738084498256085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7625738084498256085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7625738084498256085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/confuzzled.html' title='Confuzzled. &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Soc1TqCPskI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6yqtwD3RVkw/s72-c/quotes-16-1-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6924905001116147484</id><published>2009-08-13T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:38:35.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRZ_2CIoiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5_p3_Q8mprc/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRZ_2CIoiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5_p3_Q8mprc/s320/thingsiwant.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Thursday again, which means it's time for the weekly dose of Things I Want brought to you by the lovely and amazing Sass of &lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-want-thursdaynot-whole-lot.html"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Head on over to her blog and give her some positive vibes, her best friend needs it and so does she! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really really want it to be the end of Septemeber, so I can go to h20! (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really want all this stupid drama to stop. I'm so sick of the fake chicks in the volkswagen scene and all the shit that is being talked amongst everyone. It's freakin annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want to go river tubing on Saturday! I feel like I haven't played in the water at all this summer. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want to go visit Amber and her hubby in Florida before they move to Oregon next March. Plus, I really really want to see my Florida homies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want the summer to stay up here forever. The winter months are creeping up and I am not&amp;nbsp;down with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really really want to get a second job. LB and I are really great friends with the guy at the game store we go to, who just happens to be the manager (we think) and he totally is hiring next month! ::keep fingers crossed!::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I really really want to go to a concert sometime before the year ends, I have yet to go to one yet. I'm very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I really really want everyone on facebook to stop posting about going to Kenny Chesney tonite. Am I the only person that thinks it's weird that a Northern state is so obsessed with country music?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I really really want to see Nick Swardson live. Mr. Swardson please come to CT already. I know you had to reschedule your UCONN show, so please inform me&amp;nbsp;when this will be happening!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I really really want to see a Yankees game. LB and I have not been to the new stadium yet. And yes, I will still wear my faded Giambi tee with the bleach stain on it even though he got traded to the A's because Teixeira you stole his number and his position! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I really really want to get inspired to write an amazing post. I feel like I talk about a whole lot of nothing way to much and I feel like that could be why no one comments my posts except &lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-verge.html"&gt;Sheri&lt;/a&gt; because she loves me so. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I really really want to get a haircut, and do some other girly things before I leave for h20. I should probably get on that, oh and making my Charlie look fresh too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for today. So, what do you really want?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6924905001116147484?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6924905001116147484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6924905001116147484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6924905001116147484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6924905001116147484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-really-freakin-want_13.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRZ_2CIoiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/5_p3_Q8mprc/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2915879827432226366</id><published>2009-08-13T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:46:47.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After Ten Years, It's Finally Happening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRRf_2tFbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/fxxF6t28Uws/s1600-h/fisheye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369506265891149234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRRf_2tFbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/fxxF6t28Uws/s400/fisheye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of this month or the beginning of next month, CM and I will be sharing our decade of friendship. =) I say it like I don't remember when I met her, because honestly, I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been trying now for the past 8 or 9 yrs to remember what class we met in. (lol) We just have summed it up to a loss cause. But, still that does deter the fact that we are going to celebrate our ten years together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, we will be taking a much needed vacay together. That's right, we have never ever been on vacay with each other. Sure, I've been on countless vacays with other friends and LB but never ever on vacay with CM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has decided she wants to come to h20 this year. And I'm like hell to the fucken yeas yeas! CM and I have drastically changed since we met 10 years ago. She has come out of her shell ten fold. She wants to meet people and talk to them and have a good time. She's excited to go mini-golfing and to the beach and cruisin and drinkin and saying hello to people we know. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just glad to have someone who has the same interests as me going. I mean of course everyone staying with us has the same interests, its just that I know that most of the time, we will think of doing the same thing at the same time and we won't fight about what we want to do which is a huge plus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY CM! I LOVE YOU AND I CAN'T WAIT!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43 days! I'm STOKKEDDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2915879827432226366?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2915879827432226366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2915879827432226366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2915879827432226366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2915879827432226366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-ten-years-its-finally-happening.html' title='After Ten Years, It&apos;s Finally Happening!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoRRf_2tFbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/fxxF6t28Uws/s72-c/fisheye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-239617366735364957</id><published>2009-08-13T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:27:44.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I See the Sky Falling?! Effin Clouds!</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went searching for the falling sky aka the meteor shower we are getting/got. I texted Swan and picked him up around 1230, then we went a hunting. We saw absolutely nothing and then finally ventured out to the darkness aka Thomaston to chill with BP who said he only saw 2 stars. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he let me borrow a dollar, which some how magically got me enough gas to bring Swan and I home. (lol) I was pretty frickin sad though, because I was all pumped to see this apparent 200 falling stars a minute but the effin clouds had to ruin our fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, nothing amazing has happened. We were supposed to go to the beach Saturday (EM Swan LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I) but then my car finally got my attention with its "Service Now" bs and I remembered that (groan) I have to get Charlie serviced at 11am on Saturday. I mean I really wanted to go but honestly I rather just pay 20 bucks and a 15 min car ride to Farmington River and go tubing then drive 2 hrs to a hot overcrowded beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much about it for now. Nothing fantasic. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-239617366735364957?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/239617366735364957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=239617366735364957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/239617366735364957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/239617366735364957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-cant-i-see-sky-falling-effin-clouds.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I See the Sky Falling?! Effin Clouds!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5983458071336116047</id><published>2009-08-10T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:56:43.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Post. V2.</title><content type='html'>So, as I've stated before, recently I've come to seriously love fashion! and makeup and hair. =) Here, I will compile another list of items I really really want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=btms%5Fjeans&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2059946568&amp;amp;Page=all"&gt;The Extreme Frayed Skinny by Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBjCYzb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gAbRc2h7qos/s1600-h/59946568-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBjCYzb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gAbRc2h7qos/s320/59946568-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hi, I love these. After my friend let me try on her Gap Skinny Jeans , I fell in love with skinny jeans. They make my butt look amazing, while making me look thin. Plus, I think they look super hot with some sexxy heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=footwr%5Fdressy&amp;amp;footwr%5Fstyle=&amp;amp;footwr%5Fsize=&amp;amp;footwr%5Fcolor=&amp;amp;footwr%5Fprice=&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2061990315&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Athena Platform Pump by Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBjjSengcI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lOsmctmRT7Q/s1600-h/61990315-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBjjSengcI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lOsmctmRT7Q/s320/61990315-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also have a thing for these. They are perfect forrrr me. =) They have an edge to them but they're not over the top. I love the straps at the top too. And the heels not too high either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=top%5Fcamis%5Ftanks&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2063042568&amp;amp;Page=2"&gt;I'm So Blogging This Tank by Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBkSZtNxMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lgOcD48gsA4/s1600-h/63042568-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBkSZtNxMI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lgOcD48gsA4/s320/63042568-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this shirt for the more obvious reasons, but I also fell totally in love with this style. I have one from Forever 21 that has a comic book style to it and it very sexy and flattering. Who knew that something so, hmm what's the word? Common and silly could be so sexy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=acc%5Fhandbags&amp;amp;product%5Fid=1059789833&amp;amp;Page=4"&gt;Danica Leather Hobo by Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBk-sGhT7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/d8XzJusqJrk/s1600-h/59789833-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBk-sGhT7I/AAAAAAAAAjY/d8XzJusqJrk/s320/59789833-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll admit, I've fallen in love with the hobo bag. Last nite, I sat there on Kohls.com for over an hour looking for the perfect Hobo bag. And I should have totally looked at Forever 21 first!&amp;nbsp; I really want a&amp;nbsp; big bag for the fall/winter for things like my hat, scrave, gloves, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3052837/0~2376780~6009391~6010349~6010354?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6010354&amp;amp;P=1"&gt;True Religion "Becky Disco Big T" Bootcut Stretch Jeans by True Religion (Nordstrom)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBm0qL8cdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Mkz-BmVqCxE/s1600-h/_5867652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBm0qL8cdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Mkz-BmVqCxE/s320/_5867652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If ever in my life,&amp;nbsp;I win the lottery, I'd buy like 20 pairs of these. They are the most amazing looking jeans ever. Seriously. Oh, if only. :Sigh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3053864/0~2376776~2374327~2374375~2381291?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=2381291&amp;amp;P=2"&gt;Stella Star Faux Leather Moto Jacket at Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBoDrM4UxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8Fn10dOYJw4/s1600-h/_5881329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBoDrM4UxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/8Fn10dOYJw4/s320/_5881329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;love this jacket! I totally want one, or a bomber one. It is juniors, but I don't really like the way the women's ones look. I think they are a little too dressy and I def. like how to this adds some flair to such a simple t-shirt. There was one I was eyeing at Forever 21 also, but I couldn't find it online. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/3005939/0~2376778~2372808~2372949~6014995?mediumthumbnail=Y&amp;amp;origin=category&amp;amp;searchtype=&amp;amp;pbo=6014995&amp;amp;P=3"&gt;BCBGirls 'Lexs' Sandal at Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBpgJoP5jI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s-7VPihMSkw/s1600-h/_5783793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBpgJoP5jI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s-7VPihMSkw/s320/_5783793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completely fell in love with these. I absolutely love the detail an the way the wrap around ankle buckle is free from the rest of the shoe. I think it is soo sexxxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my brain has wandered, lol. Lemme know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5983458071336116047?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5983458071336116047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5983458071336116047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5983458071336116047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5983458071336116047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/fashion-post-v2.html' title='Fashion Post. V2.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBjCYzb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gAbRc2h7qos/s72-c/59946568-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4137386966833024193</id><published>2009-08-10T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:06:50.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! The Weekend Recap is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBhjiqDBSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/S1t8UHVRi6w/s1600-h/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368398019052111138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBhjiqDBSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/S1t8UHVRi6w/s400/hair1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;[can i just tell you all really quickly how much I love this chicks hair.]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I've skipped out the weekend recap the past two weeks. Shame on me. I apologize, nothing fantasical happened, plus I've got a million and one things going on in my mind. I also apologize for the previous post, you have to excuse me, it feels as though someone is punching my vag from the inside out. Sometimes, I really hate being a woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i left work 20 mins early bc of my super gracious boss, went and picked up Mull then went home and waited for my love to get home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that, we went and got some food and attempted to go to Wally World, but he wasn't feeling so hott and I was awkwardly having a hot flash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went back home, and then I went back out to return a video game and to see if they had Left 4 Dead again, but sadly they did not. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to LB's, where I fell asleep but felt so much better when I woke up to go home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-plus, after 15 innings, the Yanks beat the Red Sox. ((take that beotches!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i woke up early, went to LB's and then we were off to his appt for his car with Mulli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 1040 we finally left for the ct humane society&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-as you all know, we unfortunately did not get Mickey because Mulli was trying to bite his face off. we still have no clue because usually Mulli isn't even interested in other dogs. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-left with a broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-played some Xbox when we got back and then headed to the movies with LB's dad and cousins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-saw G-Force in 3D which was super effin cute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we were off to find some dinner and then go to Chris and Leah's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i ended up schooling LB and Tom in MLB 09: The Show or whatever it's called. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to LB's where I played some Xbox and then went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got around noon, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got ready and went to CM's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Preston was already there (he is CM's other good friends brother whos in the Navy and is stationed in Groton.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-CM and I went to visit my love at his job and then went to the gamestore to get Need For Speed: Pro Street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-while we were at the game store, I had the same annoying vag pain I have know, and the really neardy, annoying dude was working, so I may have been slightly snotty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lets just say, he talks and talks and talks like you know absolutely nothing about video games, or the store even though I'm in there at least once a week.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that it was back to CM's to make the desserts since we were having a nice little homecooked dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i made brownies and CM made No-Bake Cheesecake and a homemade blueberry syrup to go on top of the cheesecake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-eventually J.Wilt (who I havent seen in forever!) came back with Preston who had gone for a walk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then my love came over and we all sat down and had dinner. (CM, her bf, J.Wilt, Preston, LB and myself.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i helped CM clean up while the boys played video games and then I went and picked up Swan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we sat around and talked for a bit, then we all had some dessert, which was gobbled completely up and then chilled out for a little bit longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to drop Swan back home and back to LB's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i watched the Yanks game, and thanks to Texieria and Damon who had back to back walk off homers, the Yanks completed the Sweep pushing the Red Sox back 6 games. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then after that, it was home to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, not my most exciting weekend but I really enjoyed the dinner we all had last nite. =) 46 more days till h20! =] [[woot woot]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-4137386966833024193?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4137386966833024193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4137386966833024193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4137386966833024193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4137386966833024193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-weekend-recap-is-back.html' title='OMG! The Weekend Recap is Back!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBhjiqDBSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/S1t8UHVRi6w/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6134412237123248617</id><published>2009-08-10T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:50:17.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh. I'm So Sick of Talking About It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBBkBR9icI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VllygU1ins0/s1600-h/screaming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBBkBR9icI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VllygU1ins0/s320/screaming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of talking about h20. I just came off from having a pretty good weekend, when Swan decides to tell me that now Spinney and Sarah are going. Which isn't a problem, because I don't mind them. I'm just annoyed that Swan keeps inviting more couples when there's a chance LB can't go. And then on top of it, he said that he wouldn't mind Coco staying with us, but he doesn't think Colin could, and I was like, well you can't separate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I told Swan that my decision is that I'm not gonna go if no one goes with me. It sucks because I really really want to go but if no one comes with me, like CM, Lil Cuz or LB then I really don't want to sit there all depressed while everyone gets to snuggle up to their gf or bf. I mean even just having my best friend or my cousin there would make me feel less alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan said he would tie me up and make me drive. lol. I know he really wants me to come and I'm really not trying to be diffucult but if anyone wants to bitch about deicision, they can shove it because they need to understand that it wouldn't be fair to me to feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was just Swan and EM or PA Lova and Lil B too, I don't think I'd mind as much. But, if another couple is coming too, I kinda do mind. If it was one day, I wouldn't. But 3 days/2 nights all alone? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I don't mean to complain, but I just need to get this off my chest before I scream and pull a Britney Spears a la shave my head. Or at least chuck umbrellas at vans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6134412237123248617?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6134412237123248617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6134412237123248617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6134412237123248617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6134412237123248617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugh-im-so-sick-of-talking-about-it.html' title='Ugh. I&apos;m So Sick of Talking About It!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SoBBkBR9icI/AAAAAAAAAiw/VllygU1ins0/s72-c/screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5746405080677714171</id><published>2009-08-09T01:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:02:18.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update.</title><content type='html'>Sadly we were unable to take Mickey home with us. Mulligan showed aggression to him from the get-go, so the people at the humane society decided to have them go outside and see what would happen. Mulli was alot calmer but he still was pretty aggressive towards him, trying to snip at his face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt soo horrible because I knew that LB's mom really really wanted Mikey. Of course we aren't mad at Mulli because he was just acting in the honor of our family but still I was saddened because Mickey had such a sweet deposition and just wanted a loving and good home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't really sure why Mulli did what did, mainly because he goes to doggie daycare and shows no aggression. We also take him to the dog park and he runs and plays with the other dogs...well kinda. He really just steals toys and sniffs around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that some amazing family takes him in and makes the rest of his life wonderful. Maybe someday soon again, LB's mom will  find a dog she loves just as much as she did Mickey and maybe Mulli will be a little more mild tempered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5746405080677714171?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5746405080677714171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5746405080677714171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5746405080677714171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5746405080677714171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1221952557526921528</id><published>2009-08-07T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:54:56.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M&amp;M!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Snxl3w8MMKI/AAAAAAAAAig/exlkgt2WIWk/s1600-h/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Snxl3w8MMKI/AAAAAAAAAig/exlkgt2WIWk/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This cute and cuddly little man is Mulligan. (as some of you already know.) He is a 5 yr old spunky, very high energy purebred Boston Terrier owned&amp;nbsp;by LB and his mom.&amp;nbsp;He also in his crazy mind, believes I am his woman. He keeps watch over me daily, cries when I leave, and enjoys long car rides with me. Our favorite game to play is hide and go seek, with him seeking and me hiding. He is also a sunshine addict and enjoys spending most of the time out on the deck sunbathing. He enjoys the doggie park, doggie daycare, and stealing other doggie's toys. He is more interested in people than other dogs&amp;nbsp;probably because LB's mom likes to feed him table scraps, which I try never to do. He is not aggressive and rarely barks. His other favorite past-times also include, farting silently or occasionally loudly when he sleeps, sneezing on you, and making spit bubbles when you eat. (nom nom nom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, he may be gettinggggg a playmate/best friend and brother! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnxoKWjVKmI/AAAAAAAAAio/oc7jnQSotbo/s1600-h/b026aa36-2cb5-4b93-89d2-100b37e198b2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnxoKWjVKmI/AAAAAAAAAio/oc7jnQSotbo/s320/b026aa36-2cb5-4b93-89d2-100b37e198b2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Mickey! (see i can call them M&amp;amp;M) He is 7 yrs old and is part terrier/part pitbull/and a little bit of some other things. He is currently at the Humane Socitey of CT. LB's mom volunteers there every Saturday. She walks and plays with the doggies and fell in love with this critter. (I know, he has large dog junk, its awkward!) According to the Humane Society's website, he has been in a shelter most of his life and got little to no attention. =( He also loves sunbathing! LB's mom also said that he is half-blind. Tomorrow morning, we all get to meet him, and hopefully Mulli with like him, and of course LB and I will and he will be on his way home. ::crosses fingers::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know people with two dogs but I feel like Mulli is apart of my family and now I feel like Mickey will be too! So, I hoping and praying that he is still there tomorrow, so far LB's mom called yesterday and they said he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look out&amp;nbsp;for some cute pics of the new pup this weekend.! [[i really really hope!]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1221952557526921528?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1221952557526921528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1221952557526921528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1221952557526921528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1221952557526921528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/m.html' title='M&amp;M!??'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Snxl3w8MMKI/AAAAAAAAAig/exlkgt2WIWk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3525198488003489990</id><published>2009-08-06T15:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:02:14.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsyXKdnYnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M4vlNZnEYkc/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366938754469028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsyXKdnYnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M4vlNZnEYkc/s400/thingsiwant.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Thursday once again, which means it's officially Things I Want Thursday brought to you by the beautiful and wonderful Sass over at &lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-want-thursday-funk-licious.html"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/a&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;1) I really really want, well you all know it. Let's say it together, for the end of September to come so I can go to H20!&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;2) I really really want to stop feeling like a weird emo-esque person today. Everything's frustrating me and I'm not really sure why.&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;3) I really really want to know why BP cares so much for me. Not to one to hate on it, I'm still weirded out that he actually tried to get my attention at Waterfest so that I could cruise home with him. How nice. =)&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;4) I really really want LB to stop working so many hours. Apparently his boss wants him at least 46 hrs every week because eventually he will become their number 1 manager. Thanks lady, now I never get to see my love. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want LB's mom to get dog #2. He's a mix of pitbull/terrier/and maybe lab? He'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s half blind and his name is Mickey. I could call LB's dogs M&amp;amp;M.&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;6) I really really want to go see said dog saturday with LB but somehow I feel like our date day is going to be interuppted either by a) his mom not letting me come along, or b) her wanting LB to be home all day with the new pup or c) a combination of both. But, eh it's cool I guess.&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;7) I really really want this next hour to go by because I am so done with work today. I want to nap, possibly go to the driving range and play the new maps on Call of Duty. (yea im a dork)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I really really want to get this hangnail off. It hurts!&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;And that is about it for today. Have a lovely evening everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3525198488003489990?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3525198488003489990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3525198488003489990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3525198488003489990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3525198488003489990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-really-freakin-want.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsyXKdnYnI/AAAAAAAAAiY/M4vlNZnEYkc/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5554151300803334585</id><published>2009-08-06T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:39:48.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a LaLaLa Mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsVTgieKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8IxFM_wWWvE/s1600-h/backstab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sj="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsVTgieKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8IxFM_wWWvE/s320/backstab.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon blogger world. Sorry, I've been pretty MIA lately. My head's spinning in 7,146 different ways. I'm thinking about h20, my best friends' issue with her retard boyfriend, and how I don't get to see LB as often as I would like. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, last night was good times. As usual I attended the Wednesday night get together but this time with CM in my car along with Swan per usual and BP following. We got to the g2g around 745pm and were there till 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time was spent talking to BP about everything and anything. That also unfortunately included the "cop talk." Yes, we all remember that lovely incident. He also informed me of alot of things I did not realize went on. Such as the cop saying that my car was illegally driven to Dubs on Defrost because I didn't have my insurance updated.!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, that's kinda impossible. Since my insurance is updated in January and July, so I love how the cop pretty much pulled something outta his tush. Not coool. Plus, I was also informed that the cop once drove by my house but I was not home. What was he going to do if I was?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why was an out of town cop bascially stalking me?! WTF, that's super shady. After glaring at him forever and telling him I wanted to smack the crap out of him, I got over it. No sense in getting my panties all twisted over something that happened several months ago. We put everything behind us and now are very good friends. With him being there, it also made me relalize who my true friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA Lover is bascially and has been for a while now on my shit list. All she has done in the last couple of weeks is complain about her bf and about this chick she hates, then ditch me to hang out with J.Dubs at get togethers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty much the icing on the cake. She did not say hi to me once because I was with BP. She just glared at me. I was like ohhhh ok. I know her and BP don't like each other. But, that doesn't mean her and J.Dubs have to sit there and act 12 and laugh and talk loudly in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just over the drama. And I certainly hope that she doesn't come to h20 because I know she won't be happy if Coco and Colin stay with us. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next up: Things I Want Thursday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5554151300803334585?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5554151300803334585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5554151300803334585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5554151300803334585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5554151300803334585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-lalala-mood.html' title='I&apos;m in a LaLaLa Mood.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnsVTgieKMI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8IxFM_wWWvE/s72-c/backstab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-413464229059923360</id><published>2009-08-04T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:58:32.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM Going &amp; It's Booked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnhKKs_E5hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OccL_uvZyaY/s1600-h/8090027_2_wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnhKKs_E5hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OccL_uvZyaY/s400/8090027_2_wm.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good morning everyone! Well, I am as of now def . without a doubt going to h20. I got over being a retard and decided I cannot miss this. I still have no effin clue if LB is going though and it's kinda annoying that he just won't ask. It's like he's afraid that he will get yelled at. And its frustrating me because I don't want to know the last second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we decided to take a much bigger condo for $5 more. =) It's on 84th street instead of 103rd or whatever. It has two bedrooms, one with like a bunk bed type of thing and one with a king sized bed. It also has a pretty good sized living room (as seen above) with a pull out couch. Plus two bathrooms and an outside balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also sleeps 7 instead of 6. Which is good because Coco and his friend mite come down and stay with us, which would be cool because then if LB doesn't go I wouldn't feel so 5th wheelish and I wouldn't have to drive alone in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we are bascially just waiting to see if LB is going to come, and it's kinda annoying because he acts like its no big deal if he tells us whenever. Sometimes I just wanna smack him. (lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-413464229059923360?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/413464229059923360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=413464229059923360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/413464229059923360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/413464229059923360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-its-booked.html' title='I AM Going &amp; It&apos;s Booked!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnhKKs_E5hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OccL_uvZyaY/s72-c/8090027_2_wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8237034375910143909</id><published>2009-08-03T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:24:44.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Admit It! I'm Lazy!</title><content type='html'>I know I know, second week in a row that I haven't done my weekend updates. =( I honestly have just been too lazy to recap what I did. I still &amp;nbsp;will be doing the thursday shiz sooo. And blabbing about a whole lot of nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys..I finally am getting to some blogs since I took today off to have a personal day. It's seriously my first legit day off in a loooong time besides Wednesdays which I don't get paid anyway, soooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post tomorrow. Hopefully. Maybe. OK, I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8237034375910143909?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8237034375910143909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8237034375910143909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8237034375910143909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8237034375910143909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-admit-it-im-lazy.html' title='I&apos;ll Admit It! I&apos;m Lazy!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2164639307675516224</id><published>2009-08-01T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:12:12.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Besides Him Being Hot, He's Amazing. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnR3Wla9EPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DOUA2sCzqkk/s1600-h/michael_phelps1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnR3Wla9EPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DOUA2sCzqkk/s400/michael_phelps1.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about Michael Phelps. I totally just watched him beat yet another world record and beat Cavoich who talked mad smack about him, saying that in Bejing that he had touched the wall before Michael did, altho Michael did indeed win gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They totally showed the replay and it honestly looked as though Cavoich did beat him. His hands were at the wall just as Michael was coming out of the stroke and hit the wall. Regardless, Michael is hot hot hot and an amazing athlete and I have such amazing respect for swimming and swimmers alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up in a sour mood. All week I've asked Swan if he and EM were gonna go to the beach today and he kept saying i don't know. Then last night when we were at the bar, he said he was going with PA Lova, Lil B, J.Dubs and Lou. I was quite upset and literallu started crying when I woke up this morning, because I really like the company of EM but I feel like J.Dubs will take her away, and there will go the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I suppose I feel like maybe EM doesn't really like me as much because for a while I was uncertain about going to h20 without LB and she was kinda mad bc she didn't wanna go without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I almost feel as if maybe I shouldn't go. I really want to but I don't want to be a 5th wheel nor do I wanna deal with the drama and fakeness of PA Lova. Plus, I almost feel as though I'm being pushed out because LB is never with me and maybe they feel like the pity party is over even though thats not what I want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just terrified that they'll ditch me to do couple stuff, and now I'm not even sure I trust Swan or anyone except my lover and CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean for God sakes I trust BP more than I trust Swan or EM at the moment. I feel like BP is a better friend than they are right now. SIghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2164639307675516224?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2164639307675516224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2164639307675516224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2164639307675516224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2164639307675516224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-besides-him-being-hot-hes-amazing.html' title='So, Besides Him Being Hot, He&apos;s Amazing. ;)'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnR3Wla9EPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/DOUA2sCzqkk/s72-c/michael_phelps1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3843846055928788167</id><published>2009-07-31T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:40:28.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Finally Got A Place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnMqF1tMSLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Uu_lNnFdxX0/s1600-h/0551505_1_wm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnMqF1tMSLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Uu_lNnFdxX0/s400/0551505_1_wm.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That odd shaped building right there...yup that's where we are staying for h20 in Ocean City, MD.&amp;nbsp;I'm overly stoked. Swan and I were discussing what the hell we were gonna do, when I hopped onto the Coldwell Bankers website and looked at all the possible condos to rent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 yrs ago they started having mini weeks, so we are booked from Fri-Mon. =) The place has two bedrooms and two baths. We are staying in condo 15 something&amp;nbsp;because they usually rent out certain rooms at some of the condos. In the pics, the&amp;nbsp; furniture looks super outdated, but eh, we just need a place to sleep and eat and chill in between running around the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be Swan and his gf EM, Pa Lova and Lil B, and hopefully LB and I. But who knows if LB's boss will end up letting him take 3 days off. Unfortunately we can't leave till after I get outta work because one of my co-workers has vacay that week and on Fridays another co-worker doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which stinks, but they just put our keys in a lock box and then we can pick em up whenever. I'm hoping LB does come, but I kinda feel like he won't and that super bums me out. He already has to work this Sunday even though it's supposed to be his day off. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie, who works at LB's friends store (the one he first worked at) is in Italy for 3 weeks with her family, so Chris would have worked all day, everyday, so as a favor, Ivonna whos co manager with LB is gonna cover for him on Sunday which means, ypu, LB works at his store. 11-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel like I wanna curl up in a tiny ball and cry because of his work schuedule. I mean he gets paid slightly over minumim wage and works his ass off like no other. I mean yea I have my besties to chill with it, but it's not the same. Sigh. And somehow I feel like his schedule will never get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I'm gonna get a second job come October and probably go to school in January. So, pretty much seeing my bf after October is non-existent. I hate money and the economy. It sucks like no other. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm still super stoked for our trip to h20 and our condo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3843846055928788167?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3843846055928788167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3843846055928788167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3843846055928788167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3843846055928788167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-finally-got-place.html' title='We Finally Got A Place!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnMqF1tMSLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Uu_lNnFdxX0/s72-c/0551505_1_wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7115612659806136515</id><published>2009-07-30T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:23:33.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Welcome My Best Friend! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnIBO_0iwuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gyoP0QjyZG0/s1600-h/peace.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364351463313294050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnIBO_0iwuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gyoP0QjyZG0/s400/peace.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend signed up for blogger a while ago to retell her dreams that she had the night before because she was curious to what they mean. But, now she wants to come out from her command post and say hello to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, please without further a-do, meet CM over at &lt;a href="http://dimstarsuniverse.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Universe&lt;/a&gt;. In her first post out in the world, she discusses love. And honestly, I agreee. Sometimes, I myself wonder. So check her out! Add her, comment, you know the drill. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say certain sentences are triggers, and sometimes it's best to try and distance yourself from them. The sentences that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you all know what I'm getting into, but for the time being, I just need to push it away..but it's still got me thinking against my will. Maybe he's right? Or maybe I just want him to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I said I would tell you all about some things that may or may not happened. But, eh they are squared away. I was originally annoyed that BP couldn't even call me to tell me he wasn't coming to the g2g, but apparently he tried to call me twice. Yay BP for sticking to your word. I'm proud of our friendship. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't wait to go shopping tonite. =) Rockin out at Forever 21. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7115612659806136515?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7115612659806136515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7115612659806136515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7115612659806136515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7115612659806136515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-welcome-my-best-friend.html' title='Please Welcome My Best Friend! =)'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnIBO_0iwuI/AAAAAAAAAhw/gyoP0QjyZG0/s72-c/peace.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4214700591939692778</id><published>2009-07-30T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:22:27.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause This Can't Be Ignored!</title><content type='html'>So, I know most of you have probably come across the I could, I would, I should, etc post most bloggers are doing. I tried to ignore it, I really really did. But, it just looks so damn fun! So, I give credit to &lt;a href="http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/2009/07/i-cantand-i-wontbut-i-shouldand-i-could.html"&gt;It's Unbeweavable!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/2009/07/in-which-i-copy-everyone-but-of-course-make-it-all-about-me.html#comment-15443"&gt;LiLu&lt;/a&gt; because these super ladies did it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;touch my toes. seriously, i've never been able too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe i left the love of my life for someone 2 yrs younger me and who apparently lives his life in the emo state 24/7.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do math well at all. =( really, i fail at geometry like no other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat peanut butter straight up but love peanut butter coated in chocolate. like reeses peanut butter cups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat nuts unless they are surrounded by chocolate. such as peanut m&amp;amp;ms.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHIyFXXERI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kSM1zLsYWT0/s1600-h/15we5bk.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHIyFXXERI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kSM1zLsYWT0/s400/15we5bk.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beat most boys in video games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give good advice about life when I'm really in the zone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be a little too forgiving, and sometimes I get stepped on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat a whole package of reeses peanut butter cups in one sitting, and I'm talking the 8-pack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;read Jimmy Buffett books over and over and over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHJv4FZtNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0sMc4iIh8Yw/s1600-h/026-1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHJv4FZtNI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0sMc4iIh8Yw/s320/026-1.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give up on me anymore. it's time I start to live for myself and push myself in everything I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever let drama in my life like I did in high school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever get too down and out. I love going with the flow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever not say I love you before I leave my love everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever take anyone in my life for granted. my parents are amazing and do so much for me. my friends are always there when i need a shoulder to cry on and my bf is always supportive of everything i do even if he doesn't always agree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHTuAKkL6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cTYKOxVYTto/s1600-h/RETRO.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHTuAKkL6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/cTYKOxVYTto/s400/RETRO.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;treasure everyone in my life like no other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continue to pwn boys in call of duty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do something with my life by the end of this year. phlembotomy classes here i come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love with all of my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;live everyday as though it may be my last.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to Florida early next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let everything out when I need to on here, no matter what I say or feel because one day I'll look back on this and smile, laugh and remember the memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;try and write my bf a cute lil love note every week before I leave his house while he's asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;continue to kiss my boys goodnite, aka LB and his pup because I can't leave without kisses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHU4YDJb5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/XweA5S_mxq8/s1600-h/8.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHU4YDJb5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/XweA5S_mxq8/s400/8.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Shouldn't..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever let anyone walk all over me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let my heart wander because sometimes it gets me in trouble and usually makes me very confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let the high school drama get to me, I'm better than that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;care about BP as other than an acquantince, but I care about him as though he was my BFF.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep spending money the way I do. Willpower!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHVq1gaObI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EAu45-PDqAY/s1600-h/kiss21.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHVq1gaObI/AAAAAAAAAhg/EAu45-PDqAY/s400/kiss21.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Should..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get that second job asap so I can go to school asap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be more concerned about my future and less concerned about what I'm doing every night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell certain people how I feel esp. if I feel I'm being mistreated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come out of my shell to new people more often.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;visit my blogger friends because some of them are so A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell my parents how much I appreciate everything they have ever done for me in my life because I'm afraid of them getting older.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be more financially responsible because the future is coming sooner than expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to block island this summer, stand on a mountain and proclaim my love for life and everything in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give charlie more baths.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to a country concert because even though its not my favorite genre, the words can be amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;write more about life and my experiences and how beautiful each day is, instead of recapping my semi exciting existence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to the doctors..both the gyno and the regular one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stop caring about how people view me because no matter what I'm me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buy a new shirt or pair of jeans or shoes once a mnth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to the gym as much as I can because I want to be healthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably stop writing, because I have alot of I shoulds, and I probably should do them all instead of just pretending I will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHXydmdoDI/AAAAAAAAAho/mP6_EzaD--U/s1600-h/tulips.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHXydmdoDI/AAAAAAAAAho/mP6_EzaD--U/s400/tulips.jpg" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-4214700591939692778?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4214700591939692778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4214700591939692778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4214700591939692778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4214700591939692778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/cause-this-cant-be-ignored.html' title='Cause This Can&apos;t Be Ignored!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnHIyFXXERI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kSM1zLsYWT0/s72-c/15we5bk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7601397648736186562</id><published>2009-07-30T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:21:43.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGn4_OgKQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lkjAsC0NbQ8/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGn4_OgKQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lkjAsC0NbQ8/s320/thingsiwant.gif" border="0" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's Thursday once again, which means it's time for Things I Want Thursday brought to you by the lovely Sass at&lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/"&gt; Are You Sassified?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also there will be a third post of me babbling about stuff that happened and well, stuff that didn't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really really want it to be the end of Septemeber, so I can go to h20. (see as promised, i will write it every week.) I'm stoked beyond belief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really want it to stop being so humid. I don't mind the heat, but when I walk out of the store and I feel like I'm going to pass out walking 3 steps to the car, it's kinda redic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want to be able to find something super cute when I go shopping tonite. Wait, yes I am going shopping. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want to go swimming this weekend. But sometimes LB can be stubborn. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want to put LB's dog in a little life jacket. He'd be so cute, but he hates getting wet. Some kind of dog he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really really want to go back to school. Yesterday, LB and I discussed how the best part of going back to school is buying school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I really really want to find a second job. But, I've been lazy. I'm enjoying my Wednesdays off and I don't want a job till after the vw show season is over. (yes i am a tool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I really really want the drama at gtgs to stop. Pa Lover is as fake as fake can be. I patiently listen to what she's fuming about, then she just ditches me for J.Dubs. Um, ok cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that folks is what I really want today! Join in on the fun each and every Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7601397648736186562?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7601397648736186562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7601397648736186562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7601397648736186562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7601397648736186562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-really-freakin-want_30.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGn4_OgKQI/AAAAAAAAAg4/lkjAsC0NbQ8/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7925456741809294031</id><published>2009-07-30T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:59:37.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggggie Award!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGf66-DeVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xj34Xi0aHJw/s1600-h/blogshoeaward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGf66-DeVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xj34Xi0aHJw/s320/blogshoeaward.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to my blogger best friend Sheri over at &lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/a&gt; for this fabulous award! Of course she's even more fab. then I. =) And she keeps me in the loop about True Blood because I don't have HBO. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the rules are: name 5 obsessions you have and share it with 5 fabulous bloggers. Sooo, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Volkswagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGgmM_9WBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/J1gsc8sVotg/s1600-h/3739220348_90e04c7eea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGgmM_9WBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/J1gsc8sVotg/s400/3739220348_90e04c7eea.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all know (or should, hehehe) I have a huge obsession with them. They are my life. Get togethers, car shows, and friends that are like family. (ps-no thats not charlie. i wish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGiFjNFwzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Y13fTuYhda8/s1600-h/3jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGiFjNFwzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Y13fTuYhda8/s320/3jpg.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love Xbox 360. I play Call of Duty games like they are my life and soul. I love being a gamerchick. And plus my avatar is sexxxi. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 1969 Chevelle SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGi0c9h0xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qu6ZzOiW6BA/s1600-h/1969-Chevelle-SS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGi0c9h0xI/AAAAAAAAAgg/qu6ZzOiW6BA/s320/1969-Chevelle-SS.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car will be mine one day. In a deep candy apple red with black double racing strips. Of course, I'll probably just admire from a far, because honestly, I'm scared to have that much torque and power underneath my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGjXaW8FYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VL_WXkCfwoY/s1600-h/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGjXaW8FYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VL_WXkCfwoY/s320/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Any beach, anytime, anywhere. I love digging my feet into the sand and watching the waves break. I'm totally at peace everytime I'm at the beach. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) James Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGj2aHcYMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IjDDe9E3kPE/s1600-h/JeamesDean.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGj2aHcYMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IjDDe9E3kPE/s400/JeamesDean.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this poster in my room. He's sexy beyond belief, smart and dressed fabulously! For a whole summer I tried to dress like him, we are talking popped collar, cig in mouth. Um..yea, no more of that for me please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to tag 5 lovely bloggers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Elizabeth Marie @ &lt;a href="http://www.itsunbeweavable.com/2009/07/you-know.html"&gt;It's Unbeweavable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lola Lakely @ &lt;a href="http://lolalakely.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lola Lakely&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) SJ &amp;amp; Kat @ &lt;a href="http://funnygals.blogspot.com/"&gt;Funny Gals&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://struckbyserendipity.wordpress.com/"&gt;Struck by Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Desert Rat @ &lt;a href="http://mybuggabutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Runaway Train&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7925456741809294031?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7925456741809294031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7925456741809294031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7925456741809294031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7925456741809294031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggggie-award.html' title='Bloggggie Award!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SnGf66-DeVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Xj34Xi0aHJw/s72-c/blogshoeaward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3002761337165898305</id><published>2009-07-28T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T13:59:29.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Know!</title><content type='html'>As you can see I changed my layout once again. But you know what. I really effin love it. It's perfect. So smack if I try to change it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3002761337165898305?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3002761337165898305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3002761337165898305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3002761337165898305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3002761337165898305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know I Know!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1538469891235776539</id><published>2009-07-28T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:58:56.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sm8n5vy-tLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GJBvZIWYWoY/s1600-h/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sm8n5vy-tLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GJBvZIWYWoY/s320/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there watching the sun set. My bare feet sunk into the warm smooth sand as I took a seat to watch one of nature's more unforgettable but also most forgotten moments in a day. As the sun reached the horizon, I looked out into my version of paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the waves crash, they were quiet and low, just the perfect height and depth. I watched the people. Some were alone, most were with someone. At that moment, I did not mind being alone. I was at peace with myself for those couple of minutes. I thought about life, thought about love, thought about everything and anything and smiled because I pushed it all out of my head a as quickly as it had come in and just sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and felt the warm breeze against my face, I sat and took the silly pictures of flip flops sitting in the sand, looking as though they were discarded for the pure enjoyment of feeling the sand, sun and grass beneath your feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An emotion like no other took over while I sat there. I cried softly because I never wanted to leave. I was content here. This could be my home, I thought to myself. I didn't want to leave my best friends, one from that town and the other from PA. I felt like a world traveler at that moment, thinking back to earlier in the day when I had spent time with them. I thought back to the drive to the grocery store to meet up with my friend who had gotten sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought back to the fact that I found it hilarious that all the parking spot had those bumpers so you didn't pull to far forward. I thought about the Starbucks in that plaza, I thought about the Frapaccino that Sondra and I had shared back in February of last year and how I had met BP there. I thought about how everything eventually comes together, through people, places and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there on that beach, staring off at the vast ocean, I smiled, this is what life is all about. The little things. And as I got up and made my way back to our room, I smiled at my friend who was asleep, laughing at how tired she was. It wasn't a perfect vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But imperfections are what makes the little things possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1538469891235776539?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1538469891235776539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1538469891235776539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1538469891235776539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1538469891235776539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-things.html' title='The Little Things.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sm8n5vy-tLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/GJBvZIWYWoY/s72-c/AlaMoanaBeachParkHonoluluOahuHawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6487274626049194611</id><published>2009-07-26T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:25:34.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmvoZHMh_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/EmchwSH6IkI/s1600-h/fashion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmvoZHMh_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/EmchwSH6IkI/s320/fashion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as &amp;nbsp;you all know, I am not balla. With that said, I wish I had a bit more money at least. I really rarely do anything to beautify myself and suddenly I have the urge to make myself over. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further a do, here is my list of things I want to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get my eyebrows waxed. Seriously, its been foreeeeverr. I come from an Italian/French family which means sadly my eyebrows grow like a fucken bush. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) New jeans. I want to find the perfect jeans. Like ones that are just tight enough so after you wear them for a couple hours they don't get all loose and sloppy. Nothing worse than loose and sloppy jeans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I want a cute new shirt. Like something that's me but is still classy and more sophiscated. Seriously..I &amp;lt;3 Forever 21 and I neeed to shop there SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) New hair. I really want sidebangs. Badly. And my hair needs to be trimmed and relayered. And while I'm at it, I'd love some highlights or something to give it more Ooommmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Shoes. I want super cute heels. Like seriously...badly. Oh so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Makeup. I need new foundation and I want to actually spend time applying eye shadow and blush and lipgloss and whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know random post, but the more I look at girls' I used to go to high school with, the more I get jealous. Everyone has such cute outfits/hair..and seriously it's time I dressed more classy and sexxxy. And its time I actually did my hair in a nice way. =) I want me to still be me, a chick who loves vws and xbox, but who actually looks sexxxy. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6487274626049194611?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6487274626049194611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6487274626049194611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6487274626049194611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6487274626049194611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/makeover-please.html' title='Makeover please'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmvoZHMh_0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/EmchwSH6IkI/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3103159221747487340</id><published>2009-07-24T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:10:19.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Shiz #5</title><content type='html'>So to end [hopefully] this very odd week I've had, I present you with #5. I have possible iritis. What is irits? Well this handy dandy cute little paper tells me that it is the inflammation of the iris. Thank you left eye. The pain came on suddenly last night and I honestly thought that it was just my eyes being tired because I do work on the computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed with the good intention that I would feel better in the morning, but that was not the case. The pain became a little more annoying so I went to the walk-in down the street from work and dragged LB with me. A series of tests later and a deep look into my eyes revealed that I have a tiny bit of it in my right eye and a good amount in my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take eye drops 4x a day which dilates my pupil and apparently will also cause me to have blurred vision from a few hours up to a week. Oh joy. Which means, I can't do my most favorite thing of all, driving. I have to wear my sunglasses often tooo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeez, so thank you eye for being an asshole. I throughly appreciate the pain and the fact that for the next week I'll probably remain semi blinded. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3103159221747487340?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3103159221747487340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3103159221747487340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3103159221747487340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3103159221747487340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-shiz-5.html' title='Weird Shiz #5'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1683590717586718796</id><published>2009-07-23T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:26:23.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Shit #4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmidNuY_m9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/m8PUEXpnehg/s1600-h/Friend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmidNuY_m9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/m8PUEXpnehg/s320/Friend.jpg" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its happened, the 4th weird thing. What is it do you ask? Well, BPs talking to me. We Facebook chatted for about an hr before lunch &amp;amp;&amp;amp; low and behold now hes back on my AIM buddy list too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted about the past briefly. We both apologized for everything that did happen between us. We are at peace and I'm pretty sure that I'm happy with our friendship. =) I did miss that aspect immensely and dating totally messed that up hardxcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heres to our friendship. This time, I think it's gonna be alright. I'm slightly confused still but content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1683590717586718796?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1683590717586718796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1683590717586718796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1683590717586718796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1683590717586718796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-shit-4.html' title='Weird Shit #4.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmidNuY_m9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/m8PUEXpnehg/s72-c/Friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5463284389437944401</id><published>2009-07-23T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:53:43.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things Keep Happening &amp;&amp; Thing I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>Since Saturday odd things have been happening!!? First in Dirtee Jerzee, the whole talking to my ex best friend and BP thing. Then come Monday, BP adds me on Facebook. Tuesday, this dub kid from Jerzee claims he knows me and that if I just take a little more time to look at his Myspace I would figure it out. (I still haven't!) Yesterday I visit LB at lunch and his co-worker Maggie tells Swan and&amp;nbsp;I that she saw us at Waterfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Thursday I ask you this?! What weirdness do you have in store for me?! Or are you going to play with me because I'm expecting something weird to happen?! Which really Thursday, you best not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Smh0BMItT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KUvv2vNI3Jo/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Smh0BMItT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KUvv2vNI3Jo/s320/thingsiwant.gif" vj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all know, its Thursday, so that means it's Things I Want Thursday brought to you by the lovely &lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-want-thursdayi-got-nothin.html"&gt;Sass&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; You know you wanna head over to her blog. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I really really want it to be time to go to H20. Yes, I will repeat this every week. ((hahah))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really want for it to STOP RAINING. Literally the nicest weekend I've had all summer was in Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want this week to be over. I'm totally prepared to sleep a million hours this weekend because, yes I'm still recovering from the amazing weekend I just had. Believe it or not, I was sober the whole weekend too, but yet I don't feel like I was. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want weird shit to stop happening to me. Listen, I'm all down for weird good shit, but I'm afraid weird bad shit may come about. And I do not want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want to go to a waterpark. I saw a sign for one in New Hampshire. I think I may need to go before the summers over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really really want my blueberry iced coffee now. Like whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I really really want to stop 2nd guessing how I think people perceive me. It really makes me feel like poo sometimes. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I want! Stay classy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5463284389437944401?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5463284389437944401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5463284389437944401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5463284389437944401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5463284389437944401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-things-keep-happening-thing-i.html' title='Weird Things Keep Happening &amp;&amp; Thing I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Smh0BMItT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/KUvv2vNI3Jo/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6714871590401540263</id><published>2009-07-21T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:44:49.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmX-b56lQJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tXS5_t7HBe0/s1600-h/waterfest092.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmX-b56lQJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tXS5_t7HBe0/s320/waterfest092.jpg" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;[[Em &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I trying to take a pic with Swan's other camera]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its raining yet again. Really this El Nino or La Nina or whoever Nino/Nina thing needs to go away! It's just pushing the good ol moisture up here in a&amp;nbsp;repetative cycle that makes me wanna lob children at it. Of course I'm joking, I would never lob children at an incoming storm, no I'd lob llamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like stright up poo again today. =( I felt like poo yesterday. Clearly, weekend road trips and excessive driving kick my butt like no other. Maybe, it's a sign I should't clench my steering wheel like a crazy woman on the Tappanazee because I'm actually making fun of chick who was chewing hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I've been on a strange routine this weekend, it just keeps stranger. Like, we are talking, BP and I are friends on Facebook. It all happened like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on Facebook reading all the statuses of my dub homies, when I came across a status with lots of people liking it. So, I&amp;nbsp;clicked on it to see who liked it, when I noticed that BP unblocked me or whatever he did, because his profile was now clickable and I could see his pic. So, I clicked on it and sent him a&amp;nbsp;friend request because well, why not? I didn't expect him to accept it, but sure enough, two hours later, he was my friend on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I all know what you're thinking. Nickie, do you not remember how he called the cops on you? Why yes, yes I do. But, ya know what. We talk at car shows now. I think we are over the whole let's hate each other thing because it's pointless because we were such good friends to begin with and yea I had the same recurring memory about us meeting at this exact Chili's over the weekend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ok, its strange to see that he still has in the activites section that he enjoys spending time with the love of his life, Nickie. And a bunch of quotes I said...because, well why didn't you delete it? Hmmmm? Oh well. Profile maintence is not that big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at the current moment I would enjoy curling up in a big ball on my bed under my blankets watchin daytime television. But that's not gonna happen today, so onward with work. I know, I don't have a lot to say. Bad me.&amp;nbsp; ((Lol))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6714871590401540263?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6714871590401540263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6714871590401540263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6714871590401540263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6714871590401540263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmX-b56lQJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/tXS5_t7HBe0/s72-c/waterfest092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5307277781043377773</id><published>2009-07-20T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:06:05.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap, Waterfest 15 Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmSV4vMdraI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6nDWxoaSpOc/s1600-h/3739220348_90e04c7eea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmSV4vMdraI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6nDWxoaSpOc/s320/3739220348_90e04c7eea.jpg" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday..again. Ugh x100000. I'm so tired from the weekend but it was a pretty sweet weekend! =)&lt;br /&gt;So, let me get to this special edition of the weekend recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;got outta work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went to LB's house, he was feeling like crap. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we rented Gran Torino, ordered some Chili's To-Go, and chilled out for the nite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I headed home around midnite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up around 7am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-took a shower, got dressed, did my hair, finished packing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; wiped Charlie down. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-headed over to LB's where we chilled out for the afternoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 3pm, I said bye to him, got gas &amp;amp;&amp;amp; headed off to pick up Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; EM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we left around 330 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; were finally New Jersey bound. ((woot woot))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- we got into New York &amp;amp;&amp;amp; planned on taking 287 to go over the Tappanzee Bridge, but I didn't know to go east or west &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Swan was following my GPS, which I knew would take me over the George Washington. ::sigh::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after sitting in traffic for like ever, we finally got onto the GW.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-by 7pm, we were at our hotel! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we checked in, put all our stuff in the room, and headed out to the gtg at Chilis on US-1.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got there around 8pm, and walked around, looking for people we knew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-my ex best friend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I had made plans before we left to chill out, so she eventually texted me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; told me that she was next door at the Hampton Inn. So, we ventured over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; found Mr. West, AC, and her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we talked for a while &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then ventured back over to the gtg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we were headed back to the car to put the camera stuff away when I heard a familiar voice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the voice of Dylan, the kid that likes to talk shit about me for no goddam reason.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he was in the car in front of none other than BP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he rolled his window down &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we conversated before he said that he was going to park, and that he would come find me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i ended up seeing him making his away around again, we exchanged a look, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then some people prompted him to do a burnout, so he did one, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; that bascially started the whole, let's be gay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; do burnouts, oh wait, heerre comes the cops bs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-anyways, when we were going back to the car to put stuff away, we ended up meeting up with Trav, his brother &amp;amp;&amp;amp; their friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-shortly after we walked back over, the cops came &amp;amp;&amp;amp; kicked us out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we ended up cruisin down to Friday's after getting lost because, there is no left-hand U-turns in NJ. No, you have to bascially exit, head to a light &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then take a left. ((it sucks!!!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we chilled out there for a while &amp;amp;&amp;amp; headed to the hotel next door where a whole crap load of people where drinking &amp;amp;&amp;amp; doing I don't even know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-cops were present, but they were just drivin thru the crowd, making sure no one was doing anything really stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we heard a boom, like someone knocked something over, so we decided to leave &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cruise some more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after about a half hr of cruisin, we headed back to our hotel. What was supposed to be a 10 min drive turned into a hour drive, because my GPS kept getting confused. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally we found the way, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; were back to our hotel around 1am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-woke up around 10am to a text message from thatskinnykid that said, "almost there."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we all got up, got ready, packed up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; checked out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we headed to Dunkin Donuts &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got some much needed coffee &amp;amp;&amp;amp; food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-thatskinnykid ended up calling me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; asking where i was, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i told him about half an hr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we didn't end up getting to show till 1200 because of the ridic amount of traffic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we parked &amp;amp;&amp;amp; walked in, found thatskinnykid in the APR booth getting his car reflashed by some effin creeper.(srsly!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we talked for a bit &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then walked around for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-said hi to J, his car was in the Revo booth on display. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-walked around some more, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to see the exhibition cars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ran into Sar &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Spinney &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we all headed over to get root beer floats.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-where we ran into BP, said hi, asked him when he was going home, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then he left with his friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-walked around some more, found Stinky from PA &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said hii to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we headed back over to chill with thatskinnykid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he ended up going out to the parking lot to grill..we stayed behind for a while &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then headed&amp;nbsp;out there tooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we said hello to everyone &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then I went to sit in my car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I was so incredibly tirrrreddd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-thatskinnykid ended up being the nice guy that he is came &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sat with us. =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 5, we decided to leave bc everyone else already left or wasn't going to. (lol)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we headed to Wendy's got some food, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then headed on the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-about a half an hr in to being on the Garden State we noticed a guy in a green Audi from Rhode Island &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 2 guys in a MK2 Jetta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-since I have EZ-Pass thanks to the rents, I can just fly right thru tolls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so at one toll, we ended up losing them..until about 15 mins later when the two guys from CT came flying up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; waved too us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-from then on, it was on like Donkey Kong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we played cat &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mouse after every toll, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; at one point we even had to pull over, because it was either we go the Saw Mill or we go 287.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we finally saw them, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; about 20 mins we were back in CT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we ended up bypassing 684, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; following them at 95.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we came to service area &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all got off bc me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; EM had to pee &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the guys needed gas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- EM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I ended up going back outside to find Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he was already talking to our new friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we talked to them for about 2 hrs, hahaha &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then I dropped EM off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to see LB who was of course cranky with me because I took extra hours to talk to some nice dubbers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i hung out with cranky butt for a while &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then headed home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to now. I'm so freakin tirrredd. I would love to see my bed, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sleep with it. =) That would be totally awesome. But all in all it was an awesome weekend!!! I can't wait for h20!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5307277781043377773?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5307277781043377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5307277781043377773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5307277781043377773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5307277781043377773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-recap-waterfest-15-edition.html' title='Weekend Recap, Waterfest 15 Edition'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmSV4vMdraI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6nDWxoaSpOc/s72-c/3739220348_90e04c7eea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7355216328809064467</id><published>2009-07-20T00:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:41:53.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know I didn't post from the road. =( I apologize. I got in around 1am last night &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just was so freakin tired..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just got home about an hour ago at 1130pm..but don't worry my lovely bloggers... plenty of newsss come tomorrow. And it may take me all day to write a post anyways. {{lol}}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, get ready for some epic stories. {{kinda}} =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7355216328809064467?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7355216328809064467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7355216328809064467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7355216328809064467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7355216328809064467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo..'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6943707991337855924</id><published>2009-07-17T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:50:26.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Totally Letting..</title><content type='html'>a friend read my blog right now. I was a little apprehensive but I trust him, soo. Thatskinnykid be good to my blog. =) Thanks, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on. My insides are tingling with excitement. Cause I am so damn impatient. This day is officially creeping by. I just want to get out of work already!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite, LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I are having a little date night, we are gonna make spaghetti and meatballs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then go see a movie, either transformers or bruno. Then tomorrow, up early, packing, getting ready, hanging out with LB till 3 then peacing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follower me on Twitter &amp;amp;&amp;amp; saw my tweet yesterday, I will be posting from the road. This is a feat because a)i never post on the weekend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; b)because im actually posting while I'm somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmCc7JsykXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVUpDjxaqEI/s1600-h/3727935579_f0885ebb28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmCc7JsykXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVUpDjxaqEI/s320/3727935579_f0885ebb28.jpg" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful picture was taken by thatskinnykid. =) He takes photos as hobby, and let me tell you, I would totally have him shoot my wedding whenever I get married. (You hear that? You're hired! haha) Anyways, leave some comments on his &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kylenolin/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;lt;--(click it!!) He takes amazing shots of everything and anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like a little plug, eh? Well, I don't have much else to say today. But, tomorrow, I'll be posting from the road! Have an awesome weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6943707991337855924?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6943707991337855924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6943707991337855924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6943707991337855924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6943707991337855924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-totally-letting.html' title='I&apos;m Totally Letting..'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SmCc7JsykXI/AAAAAAAAAe4/bVUpDjxaqEI/s72-c/3727935579_f0885ebb28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5465020049829265562</id><published>2009-07-16T15:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:07:48.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterfest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GTGs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things I Want'/><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thursday everyoone! Only one more day till the weekend. Got some business to handle first. At you can see, I changed my layout yet again. The fact that my post font was so small was annoying me, so I just grabbed a pre-made one &amp;amp;&amp;amp; changed the header. What do you think? Also, LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I are good now. =) He's not the happiest camper at the moment, but he understands. (I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be headed down to Waterfest 15 in Dirty Jerzee at 3pm Saturday afternoon. I decided I didn't really want to wait for thatskinnykid to get outta work. I apologized profusely though, but he was okay with it. When we get there, there will be pool swimming, a surprise birthday cake for EM, and then we are headed to the gtg at Chili's which is a memory in itself. The BP kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sl93tRPio_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/8lgbgBpU2_A/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sl93tRPio_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/8lgbgBpU2_A/s320/thingsiwant.gif" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1) I really really want tomorrow to go by quick. I'm excited to get on the road and see all my homies &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just cruise. It's gonna be epicness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really really want LB to come. But sadly that's not gonna happen. He has a ridiculous work schedule. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I really really want to stick to the&amp;nbsp;gym routine. I've slightly fallen off the bandwagon by not going on Monday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Tuesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I really really want the sunburn on my legs to stop itching, because well it hurts when I scratch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I really really want more steamy humid mornings, like we had this morning. I love summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really really want to go to the beach one more time this summer. And I don't count H20 as a time either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I really really want to see Transformers, or maybe Bruno. Ahh, LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I are so indecivess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I really really want a haircut. I just don't need one, I want one. I really want the side bangs..and more layers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I really really want to stop being lazy and actually do my hair everyday instead of just throwing it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I really really want to find a second job so I can afford to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I really really want this weekend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the weekend of H20 to be the most amazing weekends of my life. Life changing maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to watch some Waterfest vids and get excited!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5465020049829265562?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5465020049829265562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5465020049829265562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5465020049829265562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5465020049829265562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-really-freakin-want_16.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sl93tRPio_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/8lgbgBpU2_A/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4023161132793878658</id><published>2009-07-14T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:24:32.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's a Killa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sly_K5vGJNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/n1X0VxSQtGM/s1600-h/wf09tshirtfinal.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sly_K5vGJNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/n1X0VxSQtGM/s320/wf09tshirtfinal.gif" zj="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a headache right now from trying to plan what the hell is going on for Waterfest and arguing with LB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 yes, 3 plans for Waterfest. My first plan is to leave Saturday afternoon after we wash my car &amp;amp;&amp;amp; such because Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Em brought up the fact that we would be driving a total of 6 hrs in one day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm not sure I'm down with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second plan which as far as I know is the plan we are sticking with is to drive down to the outlets where thatskinnykid works and meet up with him after he gets outta work at 10pm so that he doesn't have to drive alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third plan is to still just drive down Sunday but we have since abandoned that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, LB is upset with me because I want to go down Saturday night &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he can't go at all because he got a new position at Subway (asst. manager) which requires him to be there like all the effin time. Plus, he's been on my case about me always hanging out with my friends because then I don't have money to do anything with him..but honestly, we don't do a lot because he's so tired when he gets home. He works till 11pm at Wings on Friday nights, and 10pm ish on Saturday and Sundays. So usually we just hang out, play video games or watch movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, his schedule so far looks like it's going to be 11-7pm. So, we spend as much time together as we can. I honestly have such a headache over this..and I'm sick of fighting about it. I don't know what to do?! I think though, maybe next weekend, I'll just chill at home and wait for him to get outta work &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then go out with him or something when I can. Maybe that compromise will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in good news, theres a very good chance he will come to H20!!! =) He still wants to go to Florida, but honestly I cannot afford to go. =( Well, maybe for a long weekend. I dunno. I'm just tired of fighting! Am I wrong? He knows how impt the Volkswagen shows are to me. And I know my friend thatskinnykid would appreciate not driving down by himself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-4023161132793878658?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4023161132793878658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4023161132793878658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4023161132793878658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4023161132793878658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-ones-killa.html' title='This One&apos;s a Killa.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sly_K5vGJNI/AAAAAAAAAdo/n1X0VxSQtGM/s72-c/wf09tshirtfinal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7397412350060469235</id><published>2009-07-13T11:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:33:40.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SltVCm2AtbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/S25YF2frPuY/s1600-h/summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357969684962522546" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SltVCm2AtbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/S25YF2frPuY/s400/summer.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 56px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 318px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's Monday. This is what I think of you Monday......pssssh. Forget it, I'm way too tired. I feel like I can feel the bags under my eyes, is that even possible?! The weekend turned out to be sunny except for the rain that came pouring down on Saturday night. (thankfully after I saw fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, onward hoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-as usual I got outta work and went and grabbed some food and gym time with Swan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we worked out for a good half an hour..we were gonna go for 45 mins but for some reason it was super hott in there and I could not handle it. I get overheated easily. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that, we went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; changed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; decided to cruise down to the pike..where we got giddy because it reminded us of Ocean City MD where H20 is held. (read:dorks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we pretty much cruised around for the rest of the night and not really doing anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then LB got outta work &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chilled with him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then called it a night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went to lunch with LB then we took his pup to the pet store where I bought him a nice pig ear, then some more errands for his ma dukes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then back to his house where some chillin ensued. then we off to work yet again =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so i headed home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laid in bed watching Spongebob &amp;amp;&amp;amp; falling asleep while I waited for EM to come to Swans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-she finally got there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I headed over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; scooped them up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it was off to Riverfest 09 in Hartford.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I had no clue what exit to get off so I just kinda picked one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So we ended up driving around Hartford for like 30 mins trying to find somewhere to park.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Eventually I hopped back on the highway &amp;amp;&amp;amp; took the same exit I did before &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ended up going to this park where u could see the fireworks from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It overlooked the water &amp;amp;&amp;amp; was soo pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;-It was over like that though, so we headed back to the car.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Where we sat in traffic forever &amp;amp;&amp;amp; everyone was making their own lanes..and we had to drive off a curb because we had to park in a field.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Which usually isn't so bad, except when you have a lowered car..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; you need to push your way onto the road &amp;amp;&amp;amp; kinda sorta slam Charlie's uni-body into the ground. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Thankfully Charlie was ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-But the time we got onto the highway it was pouring. And lightning. But we chugged along trying not to hydroplane &amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally made it back into town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I dropped EM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Swan off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; headed to Chris' to meet up with LB but Chris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his girl hadn't gotten home from seeing a fireworks show yet,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So we dropped LB's car off at home, got him food, went back to his house, chilled &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then he went to bed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I got up around 930am, was outta the house by 10am. ((omg!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Headed to LB's where his mom was soo excited to get her iPhone that she greeted me at the front door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-She got ready &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we were off to the Apple store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we got some pizza at Sbarro's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then went to Wally World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then back to LB's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Around 2pm he left for work &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I headed over to CM's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we decided to go to our local amusement park, Lake Compounce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We got all ready &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then left for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went swimming a bit, changed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went on one ride. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Got some food &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slurpees &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we were out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Cruised around for a bit &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hit up Wally World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-She bought some stuff &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we headed back to her new apt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chilled out, Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; LB came over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We watched some tv &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ate some pizza rolls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we all left, I went back to LB's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chilled with him till he fell asleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then it was home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to bed for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great weekend. =) On Wednesday, I'm totally stoked to go to the beach! I haven't been all summer yet. Swan, EM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I are going for EMs bday!!!! =D ((yayay x1000000)) And we are cruisin to Waterfest 15 on Sunday. ((I Heart Dub Shows!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good weekend too!&lt;/span&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/3400969046214359537-7397412350060469235?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7397412350060469235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7397412350060469235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7397412350060469235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7397412350060469235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SltVCm2AtbI/AAAAAAAAAdg/S25YF2frPuY/s72-c/summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3092761068543257791</id><published>2009-07-10T00:09:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:36:21.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Warning: Long Blog Post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So lately I've noticed that I have a lot of new bloggers commenting. =) First, hello and welcome to my blog. =) And secondly to all of my other bloggers, thanks so much for putting up with my weirdness and taking the time to read it, it means a lot to me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I'm not the most interesting person and I tend to whine a lot (something I'm honestly trying hard not to do anymore) but it seems I'm finally coming into myself and writing what is real! So thank you thank you again. Ok, I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For anyone who's "new" and doesn't know me yet....(i apologize that i still can not figure out my archive!) Alot has happened in the past year since I've started blogging so I decided to re-introduce myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi! I'm Nickie. I'm 23 yrs young. I hail from the fine state of CT and most notably the hometown of ESPN and the oldest continuous running amusement Lake Compounce. Although I don't always love it here and most of my free time is spent cruisin up and down the main drag, it's home and it's where my heart will always be. ((ok that and florida!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most of my time is spent at work. I work 4 days a week ((it used to be 5, but ya know the economy)) from 830-500. I work in an office doing estimates for a Restoration company. While it's not my ideal job it gets me and my bills by. I hope to pursue a career in the medical field in the near future. When I'm not at work, I'm usually with Swan ((my BFF)), CM or my lover, LB. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I drive ((or rock)) a 2008 Volkswagen Rabbit in Tornado Red. His name is Charlie and he'll be one in August. ((they grow up so fast!)) I've been into the dub scene since I was 18, learning from a phelthra of people who have shown me the dub life. The dub life is anything you really want it to be, but to me it's a bunch of friends//people that have an intense love for the German-made car brand. It can be tough at times, drama erupts and sometimes it feels like high school. I've recently scaled back from a lot of Volkswagen related activities because of the drama within my area. ((sigh)) But, the times I do make it to car shows are worthwhile and it's def. one past time that I will look back on and say, "wow that was an amazing time in my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besides rocking my dream car, I am also in love with video gaming. On any night, you can catch me on my Xbox 360, playing Call of Duty, Gears of War, Left 4 Dead or any number of arcade games. I've met a lot of cool people playing Xbox and it's just as intense as the dub lifestyle. It keeps me sane most of the time ((except when I get my ass handed to me)). I was in a clan for Call of Duty 4 last year and I met a couple of amazing people from Florida. I even went last summer to meet my video gaming best friend, Firefighter Fred but sadly our friendship dwindled away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;[So as you can see I'm not your typical girl;; I love guy related stuff and it usually tends to impress guys, which can be pretty obnoxious, because it's usually exs from my past. Eeeesh.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My best friend in the whole entire is Swan, which is actually his last name. We only have been best friends for about 3 mnths, but it still makes me laugh every time I think about it. Swan and I have known each other since the day I moved into the neighborhood ((back in 94)) but we never seemingly got along as well as we do now. Through Volkswagens of course is how we became awesome friends and I don't know where I would be without him! He gives me sane and motivated and I do the same for him. We are each other's rocks when the times get tough and I couldn't ask for a better best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CM will always have my heart as a friend. We met freshmen in high school and to this day still cannot how or when we actually met. We weren't as close in high school as we had become, and lately our lives are taking different turns. She's moving in her boyfriend and is well on her way to becoming a wife and probably in the next two years a child. We've had many ups and downs and I consider her a sister. As much as we piss each other off, we still come back time after time and our relationship gets even stronger. I'm proud of what she has made of her life and I'm excited to say it's almost been a decade of friendship. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LB is my one true love. Him and I have had our ups and downs also. We dated for about 3 1/2 yrs and were engaged before I decided I needed to end it. We weren't doing well as a couple, and eventually I went on to date BP for 5 mnths who taught me ultimately a lot about myself even though he was a huge d-bag. For a while after BP and I broke up, I decided I did not want to be LB. I wanted to see what my options in life were, but eventually true love found its way. We have happily been together for 2 mnths and I couldn't be happier. We currently aren't engaged, but in the future and after a lot of rebuilding, I hope that we can live our lives together forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Other than those three main people, there's also a ton of friends who I adore. Pa Lover, Lil B, Big B, Dean.O, SD(jesus) and the newest addition to my little family, Swan's gf EM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course I cannot forget my family. I am thankful to say that my parents are still happily married after 26 years. I have a younger brother ((20)) who is currently going to college for his degree in High School Math teaching. Even though we don't always get along, he's still my brother and I love him very much. We unfortunately do not have any pets, something I absolutely hate but because everyone in our family is consistently at work or not home, we just do not want to do that to a poor pup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I do though consider LB's dog my dog. His name is Mulligan and he's the craziest dog ever. He is always by my side and he's the cutest little Boston Terrier ever. He's 4 now, and I still cannot believe it's been 3 yrs since I first met the little ball of energy. Ok, so he's not exactly little, he's actually too tall of his breed and his ears are too big, but he's my little guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life in the 23 yrs I've lived so far but I know so have you guys. In this crazy mixed up world, I'm just being me. I'm random, weird and silly. I can be serious and love giving advice. I hate peanut butter straight up but will pretty much eat it when its wrapped in chocolate. I loathe nuts and tomato soup. I love cheese and chocolate milk. Flip-flops are my choice of shoe wear till the first snow falls. I can't wear heels because I suck at walking in them. I live for car shows, nights spent with friends, pictures and driving to nowhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate drama and people that don't say thank you when you hold the door for them. I rarely drink probably because of the upbringing of my parents and the fact that my future father in law is an alcoholic. I'm afraid of bees and heights. I'm afraid to lose some I love. I currently have a deep love for fashion but I'm too broke to buy anything really cute. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My car is my life and I'm therefore his mother. I love beating boys on Xbox. I'm impatient and stubborn. I'm French Canadian ((my moms a true born Canadian)), Italian and apparently I just recently found out a tad bit of Native American. I'm a true lover of the outdoors and anything summer. I love the beach and really want to move down South. I've never been pass Ohio, and never been out of the country. I trust and respect everyone in my life. I have a fear that I'll be alone in the future. I'm in love with Nick Swardson and Joba Chamberlain from the Yankees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All in all I'm just me. I'm happy with where I am. I have an amazing amount of people in my life and I cannot wait to see where life takes me. =)&lt;/span&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/3400969046214359537-3092761068543257791?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3092761068543257791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3092761068543257791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3092761068543257791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3092761068543257791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/allow-me-to-re-introduce-myself.html' title='Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2626270986085754108</id><published>2009-07-09T14:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:36:04.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom! I'm a Motivational Poster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I changed it up again. I found this motivational poster layout on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotoflexer.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;FotoFlexer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. It's pretty effin sweet. It's a photo editing website that you don't need to download!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently sucking tiny droplets of water from the bottom of my Dunkin Donuts cup like it's somehow gonna change into blueberry coffee light and sweet btw. Hey jesus, where are you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you're out riding your bike. Seriously, SD is a spitting image of the man. And just to be clear I am not making fun of jesus. I'm just saying, except for SD's criminal history, I would consider him jesus. I'd show a pic..but well that might be awkward. Yes, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm out of random thoughts in my head. Thanks for listening to my 15th voice today folks. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edit-Ok, so I'm gonna post a pic of said jesus. Just because I feel like it's absolutely necessary to the life of this post. So look below &amp;amp;&amp;amp; don't get scurred, he's funnier looking in person. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlZXM1j80jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MSXoUzxyatk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356564684851696178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlZXM1j80jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MSXoUzxyatk/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 258px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 258px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2626270986085754108?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2626270986085754108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2626270986085754108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2626270986085754108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2626270986085754108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/look-mom-im-motivational-poster.html' title='Look Mom! I&apos;m a Motivational Poster!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlZXM1j80jI/AAAAAAAAAdY/MSXoUzxyatk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2793716326617656490</id><published>2009-07-09T13:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:35:48.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And This Is Why We Are Best Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlY0lNzzA7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ca4dKv0HCto/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356526620770501554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlY0lNzzA7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ca4dKv0HCto/s400/untitled.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you all know, my job entails quite a bit of nothing but sitting bored outta my mind lurking the internets for some good reads or playing games on addictinggames.com. Or talking to my BFF Swan. We have some pretty interesting conversations. Like this one where we are for sure quoting Dane Cook lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: im to hopped up on the Q right now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: ur on the Q?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: yeas try it out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: i should. i was hopped up on it last nite actually come to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: you were strung out rideing your big wheel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: yes yes i was. i was just riding around the block like omfg, omfg, i think, i think a bee just flew by me. fuck bees?! I think im gonna punch em in the face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: o shit son... want to play kick ball&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: yes. but after i tell that glass bastard to stop wearing tights, i dont think its right that a big talking bowl of punch is wearing tights.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: kick him in the tights hes very top heavy and he will go down stupid glass bitch&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: stupid glass bastard! how am i gonna explain to my dad how a big talking bowl of punch just busted in like, O Yea! Naughty Naughty Kool-Aid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: sweating and condinsating all over the fucking floor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: seriously. i was just minding my own business eating my christ chex..and bam! The Kool-Aid just slams thru the wall going O Yea! while simutaneously my Christ Chex is shouting good morning sunshine! I'm like really? Fuck bees.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: yea and then the movie dune was in my choclaty drink. I dont like when the movie dune is in my drink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: that happened to you tooo? Then my car alarm went off..so I decided to make a song about it to help me forget about the Kool-Aid man and the Christ Chex dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: seeeeaaaat belts radiioooo nobbs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: It's a lovely song isn't it? So anyways, I went and turned on the tv and theres some dude like all up in the trees, like watch as I punch this baboon in the ass. And I was like WTF ?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: oyea he keep yelling come on lets go so i was putting on my shoes like witch lagoon are you at im coming to get you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: I know. He was rather tricky. Then he stuck his head into a bee's nest and was like wow what a beauty! And..then I thought..I really need to punch bees in the face!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: then when i got there he said watch as i stick my balls in the horse's mouth and slap it with a lead pipe! Crickey!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: Dude. So nasty! Then I had to go to DMV or as I call it..Satan's Asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: I did to i was wishing that stupid kool-aid man would burst threw the wall it was fuckin hot in there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Me: hahha. yea. You know what I realized last night? That you know you're drunk when you get into a taxi cab and think that the fare is the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Swan: haha yea and the driver was minding his own biz obaying the rules of the road when some idiot started to merge with no signal and the driver was black so it was something like check out this mother fuckerrr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me: dude i love when they say that! Oddly enough my driver was a woman and she needed to stop at Burger King or the BK Lounge as I like to call it..and she was like and the pickles, the pickles, sweet n sour sauce all over my body. And I was like, um check out this motherfuckker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;--Seriously, we are bored but it was an awesome convo! hahaha--&lt;/span&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/3400969046214359537-2793716326617656490?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2793716326617656490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2793716326617656490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2793716326617656490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2793716326617656490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-this-is-why-we-are-best-friends.html' title='And This Is Why We Are Best Friends.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlY0lNzzA7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ca4dKv0HCto/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5073869795652755388</id><published>2009-07-09T10:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:35:27.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Thursday everyone! =) Things I Want Thursday is now in session. It's brought to you by : Sass over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-want-thursday-all-about-my.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are You Sassified? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Check her out! You know you wanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlYD0gWnJEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KrxHin_rCU8/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356473007376639042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlYD0gWnJEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KrxHin_rCU8/s400/thingsiwant.gif" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 144px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1) I really really want CM to stop being a greedy selfish bitch just because she's moving in this weekend. She totally did not appreciate my help at all Sunday and I felt it the whole day. She can say what she wants, and of course I'm proud of her &amp;amp;&amp;amp; happy for her but she def. was being selfish and demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2) I really really want LB to be able to go to H20. He just got promoted to Asst. Manager at Subway ((yay!!!)) But, for about .50 cent raise he has to work his butt off, and he may not be able to take 3 days off in a row. But, he's sure gonna try. We both agree he's gonna need a break sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3) I really really want the severe thunderstorms I prayed for in one of the previous "Things I Want Thursday" post to stop. There's been severe storms for the past week like everyday. And I am now afraid of hail because of ya know..that hail storm that came the day after I prayed to the thunderstorm gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4) I really really want to be unbored at work. I seriously spend most of my time, doing absolutely nothing. I know it sounds good, but damnnit I enjoy being busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5) I really really want to pa lover to stop being so miserable. She really wants to move back home but unfortuantely lil b is pretty stubborn, so he probably won't go back with her. Which sucks, because she wants to be with him forever so he needs to shape up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6) I really really want to stop being broke by the time monday comes around, I really have nothing to show for it either...except iced coffee cups left in my car, and empty cig packs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7) I really really want next weekend to come because I'm getting pretty stoked about cruisin down to Jersey for Waterfest. =) And I hope LB goes. Damn work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8) I really really want chocolate. Like seriously. But, I've been doing well with my gym activites. Went on Monday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Tuesday and walked on the treadmill for 30 mins each time. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9) I really really want my book that I just started reading. I'm pretty mad that I left it at home. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;And that folks, is what I really really want. Chyeaaa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5073869795652755388?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5073869795652755388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5073869795652755388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5073869795652755388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5073869795652755388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-really-freakin-want_09.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlYD0gWnJEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/KrxHin_rCU8/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3993593874561152231</id><published>2009-07-07T14:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:34:48.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Thunderstorms Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlOOyC41CFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FmWExSc6WZs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355781372293482578" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlOOyC41CFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FmWExSc6WZs/s400/3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 398px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 301px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlOOumaiJMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bk2eC-Tf-NY/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355781313110615234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlOOumaiJMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/bk2eC-Tf-NY/s400/2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 294px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outside of my work. The storms grow yet again. =( I just want summer to come and stay! Watching Michael Jackson's Memorial..so have a great night everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3400969046214359537-3993593874561152231?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3993593874561152231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3993593874561152231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3993593874561152231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3993593874561152231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-thunderstorms-anyone.html' title='More Thunderstorms Anyone?'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlOOyC41CFI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FmWExSc6WZs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-541724278495986557</id><published>2009-07-07T09:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:29:53.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Tickets to the Gun Show Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlNpz32Y6RI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WUwnSBHJuI0/s1600-h/planet%2520fitness.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355740721759971602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlNpz32Y6RI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WUwnSBHJuI0/s400/planet%2520fitness.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Tuesday Morning. I'm a bit bushy eyed at the moment. Sleepy status for the lose! But last night I did have a great night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went out on a date with LB. =) We went mini golfing at the Safari Golf place and we tied! LB was never so upset in his life about it. ((lol)) It's either win or lose for him. After that we went to Ihop where I got a waffle with strawberry topping and whipped cream. So effin good! LB got some Cinnamon Swirl thingy and eggs and bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that we headed home and then I went to the...omg huge shocker coming up..to the GYM! Yes, that's right. Swan decided last night that he absolutely needed to go ((he's overweight and knows it)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we went down to Planet Fitness. I absolutely love that gym besides the fact that almost everyone I went to high school with goes there. Swan got the "PF Black Card" which is $20.00 per month and he gets unlimited tanning, unlimited massage chairs, and he gets to bring a guest freee. ((insert me!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't get to use the "extras" but that's ok because I love the gym. I had a membership a while ago but I didn't really use it. But, I will def. go with Swan as much as possible because we are often bored and poor so what better way to get out then go to the gym? ((Lol)) Plus LB had a membership so when he's not working nights, he's gonna come too. =)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, the gym has a judgement free policy. No one can come in and laugh they're ass off about how "fat" they think you are. They also don't really accept bodybuilders..the equipment they have there isn't really tailored towards them anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They have some free weights..but mostly treadmills, elipticalls (sp?), leg crunch machines, abdomen crunch machines. (lol). I usually use the treadmills. I try and do the elipticalls but my knees kill me for some odd reason. So, last night I set my nice little treadmill to 30 mins and plugged my headphones into the box on there and watched some tv. =) I love that part too! I can change channels on the box on my machine ((theres 8)) and it doesn't bother anyone. I listen to the tv thru my headphones while walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It really helps because I'm def. one of those people who cannot stare off into space while excersizing or I get bored and give up. But I can stare at the tv..making me want to keep going because I have something partially distracting me. So, now Swan, LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I are just trying to figure out what days work for us so we can get into a rountine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This time, I'm def. gonna do it. No giving up! I'm poor so there's no reason to get out of the house and not go to the gym! YAY!&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/3400969046214359537-541724278495986557?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/541724278495986557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=541724278495986557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/541724278495986557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/541724278495986557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-tickets-to-gun-show-please.html' title='Two Tickets to the Gun Show Please.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlNpz32Y6RI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WUwnSBHJuI0/s72-c/planet%2520fitness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6073793085521189156</id><published>2009-07-06T11:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:15:45.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Now Know Why CT Outlaws Explosives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIjK8ZM1pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J6wmCpTGT5k/s1600-h/music-1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355381577814431378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIjK8ZM1pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J6wmCpTGT5k/s400/music-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost blew my finger off. LB had a whole pack of those tiny long firecrackers that make really loud bangs and have a super short wick. Well, one came off of a bunch, like a little lost grape. I lit it, looked at it, and then threw it. It cracked right next to me. Another second longer and I might have lost a pinky finger. And goddam I need my weird popping pinky. I can't just go thru life with one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up, and then went out with CM. We went to a bunch of stores and the mall. And honestly, the more I go shopping with her, the more depressed I get. Mainly because I'm so poor I can only stare at clothes. Damn cig habit and driving habit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after all "her" shopping, I dropped her off and picked up Swan. We couldn't figure out anything to do, soo we drove around a bit. Then his laddii called &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we decided to go down to the beach for fireworks. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I picked her up and the three of us went down. Online it said 930pm it started but apparently it was over then! So, we went around town, and somehow ended up in Orange where CTEuroSpec hangs out. They were already gone from their spot at Best Buy, so I texed thatskinnykid and found out they were at G35's. No sense in going there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We found ice cream though, and got some. =) Poor Swan's girly dropped her Cake Batter Ice Cream right off the cone because it was hard ice cream. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we headed back home and I went to a very cranky LB's house because he didn't get to join in our fun because he had to work both jobs. ((subway &amp;amp;&amp;amp; wings))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-it started out with a big fight between LB and I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we couldn't decide what to do for the evening because Swan's dad didn't buy any fireworks and he wasn't having a party. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-soo we just kinda sat there fighting for a while. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-eventually we decided to light off some fireworks he had left over from the previous 2 yrs. ((explosives and anything off the ground is techinically illegal in CT, gayy!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got some food at the store and Swan and his laddii came over. We ate, played with fireworks, and then left to go watch the fireworks near a hotel down the street from Lake Compounce. ((the nations oldest continusouly running amusement park lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-they ended up sucking because they weren't very high and the show didn't last very long this year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-its almost like they bought the mortar kits we got from PA last year.((hmmmmm))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went and watched Bride Wars at Swans. It was ok, but halfway through I got a wicked migrane and felt sick to my stomach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the movie ended, we left, went back to LB's where I curled up and slept till about 230 in the am and then left to go home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sleep in my own huge comfy bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up and ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went to get some food with LB, to the game store &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then to CMs to check out the place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB ended up leaving because he didn't wanna help clean. ((hes not a big fan of CM))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sooo you know the story. ((previous post, &lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-now-know-why-ct-outlaws-explosives.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after he came to pick me up, I made him some mac &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cheese, played some Call of Duty &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watched some Disney.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then he went to sleep &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I played some games on his laptop &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ok weekend minus the fighting and the boredom and the fact that Swan got stuff confused and thought that we had to take a boat to a party at a cottage on the beach at GTI Bri's. He's special. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/3400969046214359537-6073793085521189156?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6073793085521189156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6073793085521189156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6073793085521189156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6073793085521189156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-now-know-why-ct-outlaws-explosives_06.html' title='So I Now Know Why CT Outlaws Explosives.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIjK8ZM1pI/AAAAAAAAAcY/J6wmCpTGT5k/s72-c/music-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-899963918526999071</id><published>2009-07-06T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:15:14.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Um..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIiuGAdXmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XTlbKobwOTk/s1600-h/bubbles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355381082178805346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIiuGAdXmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XTlbKobwOTk/s400/bubbles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, it's Monday yet again. And I have absolutel positively nothing to do today, or probably at all this week. Except collect Sub Folders. My boss is on vacay for the week. So, I may post ALOT. And annoy you people. And I apologize in advance if I start doing that. Or if I change my layout again. Which I shouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, a few notes before we go into the weekend recap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LB was promoted to Assitant Manager on Friday. His best friend's ((who is also his manager at the current store)) sister who is a manager at a store about 15 mins away is quitting. Since LB doesn't have enough experience, he will be splitting the task with a 17 yr old chick who cannot become manager because of her age. I'm very proud and excited for him. But at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) the likely hood of us being able to go to h20 or florida is now looking like a slim to none chance. unfortunately they need someone there at all times, so splitting up the time is what's going on. the store mind you, is open from 8am-9pm. Eekksauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b)the more my hunnni works, the more tired he will be. for some reason he just doesn't have the stamina to be able to work a looong day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then come home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; do stuff. boooo. which means he will probably be in bed super early..or as soon as he gets home from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c)they don't pay enough. seriously. 9.00 an hr to work like 6 days a week/40 + hours a week?! rip off. thats what. I get paid almost 11.00 to sit on my butt most of the time..not that I'm complaining, just referring. ((lol)). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--But don't get me wrong, I'm super excited and happy for him! I just think no time off + not enough pay + sleepy LB=not really honestly worth it.-- ((I'm a social butterfly like my mom says..what can I say?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, yesterday I went to see CM's apt. It's very nice. Old but nice and spacious. Apparently LB noticed that when she was giving us the tour, she said MY to every single room instead of OURS, since she is moving in with her boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I ended up staying a while. And helping clean. I think I was there for about 4 1/2-5 hrs helping. We got some yummy pineapple pizza, layered her drawers in the kitchen with FrostyTact, lmao! ((Its that tiny diamond shaped privacy stick on stuff)). It works as a good buffer in those nasty drawers. We cleaned the bathroom, got some things put together and organized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around 830, I left. When I was saying goodbye, I almost felt like she was pissed I was leaving. She had a slight annoyed face on and a slight attitude. Whatever. She could be thankful I helped. That'd be coool. I coulda just left earlier &amp;amp;&amp;amp; did something with LB instead of staying behind to help her clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. When I move out, I don't expect anyone to help me but LB. But, that's just me. I"m weird like that. But, I'll be there all week helping, so she can stick it. =) ((lol))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Weekend Recap in the next post. Sorry for making this one so long.&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/3400969046214359537-899963918526999071?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/899963918526999071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=899963918526999071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/899963918526999071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/899963918526999071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-i-now-know-why-ct-outlaws-explosives.html' title='Um..'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SlIiuGAdXmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/XTlbKobwOTk/s72-c/bubbles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5288359123915029749</id><published>2009-07-02T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:33:04.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Good Girl Can Sometimes Attract Bad Boys, Wait It Always Happens That Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I met S.D. my senior year of high school, I think?! He was the cute innocent little skater boy that I ended up dating for about a week. The closest thing to memory I have about this incident is that he came to lunch, gave me a note and then left. You can only guess what the note said. It left me a little bit distruaght on my world conquest of being the heart breaker and not the heart breakee. (just kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I graduated from high school and lived my life. Till last week, when I got a friend's request on Myspace from S.D. He gave me his number and so I texted him to see what the past 5 yrs of life was like for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't expect was for him to say he just got outta jail. Ok, I told myself, I can deal with that. What I didn't expect was for him to tell me he went for robbing people. Ok, ummmmm. But, we continued to talk. He said he never robbed anyone he knew, nor did he ever rob a woman. Well, people do stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night Swan and I went and hung out with him. Where he told me he had been in jail 3x. Ok, that's not really ok. But, he told me he wasn't violent. And I willl never hang out with him by myself. And I enjoy cracking obscene lines which apparently he finds funny, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So did you get it up the butt?"(yes i really said that. I'm sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;"If my car went missing I'd blame you." (really though i just mite)&lt;br /&gt;"Quick Swan! Hide my change!" (he doesn't like change though)&lt;br /&gt;"Swan's sitting in the backseat because he's afraid you will stab him in the back with a knife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is how I communicate with criminals. Which unfortunately he is. He has 11 class a felonies, and apparently class a is the worst offense. But again, I STRESS he never was violent. He just told men to hand over their money. He never used any weapons or he would not be close to my car ever or my persons or talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the point of the above title is that S.D. thinks I'm something special. He believes that he needs me to succeed in life. I told him, yes I'll be there for you whenever you're feeling like you want to go back to the previous lifestyle. I will not though, ever be with you. Which is kinda what I think he was hinting at. Why do I attract the bad boys? Is it cause I'm such a good girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do all my exes contact me again!? Someone tell me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5288359123915029749?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5288359123915029749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5288359123915029749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5288359123915029749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5288359123915029749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-good-girl-can-sometimes-attract.html' title='Being A Good Girl Can Sometimes Attract Bad Boys, Wait It Always Happens That Way.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8937815538613338453</id><published>2009-07-02T11:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:44:52.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Friday everyone! Wait...it's only, yea. I know. But it damn for sure feels like it! Ahh I love three day weekends. Anyways, I bring you another installment of "Things I Want Thursday" brought to you by Sass over @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-want-thursday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkzWZBmzWlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AKKL0Q9JxFs/s1600-h/thingsiwant.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353889782452935250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkzWZBmzWlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AKKL0Q9JxFs/s400/thingsiwant.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I really really want the 85 days left to go by super quick so I can be in Ocean City MD at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (link!) already! I want to feel the sand in my toes, the sun on my face (i hope), and see the veedubs everywhere! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I really really want to find a second job. Right now I'm putting 10 bucks away for the next however many weeks to be able to afford h20 and I seriously need another job to help pay for Florida in Novemeber. And to pay LB back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I really really want to tell all of you how excited I am that I just talked to Firefighter Fred on Facebook Chat and that he wants LB and I to come down and visit him when we go to Florida in November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I really really want it to stop raining! Last month (june obvii) it rained 25 out of 30 days. Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I really really want to visit all my favorite bloggers. I wish I had the money and time to swoop down to Washington DC, down to Alabama, up to Wisconsin (when u get there!) and down and across to Cali. You women rock! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I really really want to find out where I can buy the whole "What I Like About You" series. I really love Amanda Bynes and Nick Zano is super hottt. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) I really really want to take this time to say THANKS to Sheri over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/2009/07/winners-for-my-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I won her awesome giveaway..from the new online business her and her mom recently opened. They make handmade jewelery and other cuttte things! So check out her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) And finally I really really want to figure a slight hmmm. not a bump...I guess problem right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll probably write one more post, but if I don't, here's a premature have a great weekend and 4th of july all my bloggers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8937815538613338453?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8937815538613338453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8937815538613338453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8937815538613338453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8937815538613338453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-i-really-freakin-want.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkzWZBmzWlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/AKKL0Q9JxFs/s72-c/thingsiwant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2906832171648018665</id><published>2009-06-30T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:11:05.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firefighter Fred,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever and a half dude. I miss the frickin hell out of you. I know that unfortunately people part ways. I was sad that you left. But occasionally I do think of you. And that makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were an amazing friend. I know at times it was a little bizarre that we maintained a 1360 mile friendship between us. But that's what made it special. We talked via Xbox Live, on the phone and texted gobbles. When I had a retarded medical question and was freaking, all I had to do was ask you what the hell was wrong with me. We talked about a million and one things on a weekly basis. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally I came to visit. Thank you again for staying up till 2am just to pick Sondra &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I up at the airport that was 45 mins away. I'm sorry you're very old pup pooped everywhere in the house, twice. We had a wonderful trip. I enjoyed basking in the sun on the beautiful beach and then going out to dinner with you and venturing in you're beautiful city. I enjoyed trying to race to the horse track to see the horse I never knew you even had, race. I enjoyed seeing a movie with you and you're friends. And don't worry, we had an amazing time, I cannot stress that enough. I know you kept asking me over and over if I did, and yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it's been almost a year since we first met in person, and a year and a half since we first became best friends. Though we no longer talk, I'm ok with it. You're one of the few people that left an imprint on my heart. I know that you will have an amazing life, being a firefighter/paramedic. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished thus far, including losing a ton of weight. =) Good luck in life and with the girlfriend. (facebook tells me everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see ya again in November, you know how fond of Deerfield Beach, FL I am, and how I desperately want to show LB where you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkpfxVlj_DI/AAAAAAAAAcA/K1c3RDDCVm8/s1600-h/n512494137_590523_6126.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353196408296176690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkpfxVlj_DI/AAAAAAAAAcA/K1c3RDDCVm8/s400/n512494137_590523_6126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fred &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I. July 08. I look retareded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2906832171648018665?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2906832171648018665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2906832171648018665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2906832171648018665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2906832171648018665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-memories.html' title='On Memories.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkpfxVlj_DI/AAAAAAAAAcA/K1c3RDDCVm8/s72-c/n512494137_590523_6126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-619519428736210775</id><published>2009-06-30T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:06:13.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exs=Headaches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chelsea Talks Smack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, a newcommenter to my blog, and someone who has the same mindset as me and is effin awesome just wrote a post about how her &amp;amp;&amp;amp; her bf were out, came back, and his ex gf was over because she was still friends with the roomy. In my opinion this is a big no-no, it's awkward and unfair to the current gf to feel awkward and such. Trust me I know, cause I have a very lovely story about exs being around your current beau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, five years ago I met LB. A year later, we were together. The first time I saw "her," was the summer LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I first got together. It was a dark, cloudy evening, I was on my way out with Lil B actually ((see we go way back!)) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I believe CM. We were headed to the pike ((the hopping strip where badass people bring their cars)) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it was super early so we went back to LB's dad's house. LB told me that his ex was coming to drop off tickets to a concert. She came &amp;amp;&amp;amp; instantly I just wanted to punch her. She was all "hey man" &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm sitting here going really now? Eventually, Lil B, CM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I left. The ex was still there. I made Lil B take my phone &amp;amp;&amp;amp; put it in his pocket because I was so mad that I didn't want to talk to LB. But, we all know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also been a handful of times when she's come to LB's mom's house because his mom goes away alot for business so he has parties. Well his wonderful friend Paul has always invited her over much to my detest. And LB trying to be the little saint he is would always be like "hunnni it's ok, I can't stop Paul from inviting people over." Hellllo, yes you can! It's you're house! This leads me in a couple stories about things she's done while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #1-The first time she ever came to LB's house while I was there she decided to merrily skip down the hall in all her glory, go into LB's room, and set her "piano" purse ON HIS BED. Now, I don't know about you guys, but if by some weird circumstance I was over an ex's house, I would never go INTO his room &amp;amp;&amp;amp; put my purse on his bed. So, I thoughtfully went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; put her purse out in the hallway. ((heheheh biitch)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2-One lovely evening, LB had the stomach buggie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; felt like crap. People were still coming over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; of course Paul had invited the ex over again. LB was in room at the time she came over, and I was sitting on the couch with Amy ((thank you dear God for her being there!)) She walked in, and I watched as she looked around for LB. She started DOWN the hall towards HIS ROOM! when somehow I found my voice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said, "He's sick." She turned around, said ok, and then sat in the kitchen being quiet for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3-Again the ex was over. Again I sat on the couch with Amy, watching as she sat just inside the kitchen "line." She always felt the need to be right near LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laugh at everything he said. Which in turn made me pick up the bottle of Cap'n, add some coke, and drink like there was no tomorrow. Which therefore lead me into wanting to insert my boot her cunt. Which became a great statement &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even had it's own little dance associated with it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #4-This is by far the 2nd worst incident. LB, Lil T((ex bestie)), Paul &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the ex all went to a concert together. Like, a freakin stand around listen to bands play concert. It was horrible. =/ Between every set, she would stand there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; space out at LB, it was way creeper status. Thankfully though, she left halfway thru &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hid in the bathroom. =-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident # 5-By far THE worst incident ever. LB, Paul, the ex &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I all went to another concert together. Like, in the same car status. Like we are talking I was driving, she was in the backseat behind LB. I know, I shouldn't have done it, but LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Paul made me feel like a biitch if I didn't. I know I shouldn't have listened to LB. But, in all fairness it wasn't THAT bad. Ok, I was uncomfortable the whole time. I couldn't wait to get out of the car. And when we did, LB was leaning against my car, and the ex was leaning against the car parked, and she was just staring at him..and he was like, "you wanna sip of my beer?," and she giggled!!!!! and said no. UM INSERT PUKE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends was the last of her. She better not come around again, because alot has changed, and I won't hesitate to ask her to leave. So Chelsea don't take that shit! Bitch should not be up in the house. Before, all the above happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-619519428736210775?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/619519428736210775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=619519428736210775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/619519428736210775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/619519428736210775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/exsheadaches.html' title='Exs=Headaches.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-131931339031924006</id><published>2009-06-29T14:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:06:56.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Uber Exciting News &amp;&amp; A Weekend Update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkPV02AQqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LpcCxEc99-Q/s1600-h/lightning580.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352826499743367842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkPV02AQqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LpcCxEc99-Q/s400/lightning580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good afternoon everyone. =) So, I'm very excited to report I am only working 3 days this week. Today, tomorrow &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Thursday! I have my usual Wed. off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; get paid for holiday on Friday, woot woot! As that is exciting news, it's not quite uber status.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The uber exciting news is that I'm going to H20 again this year!!! Trust me when I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it will not be like last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Not even close! This year LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I will be on good terms, and we will be rooming with Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his ladii and Lil B &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Lova. Six of the more quietier people. Ahh, it'll be nice. We will all get along, we won't get crazy drunk and break stuff. We are staying at a wonderful hotel, complete with oceanside view and pool view. Work on Charlie begins again! Very very slowly though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh and in other news, which was a bit more scary..we all remember how I wrote that post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-really-freakin-want.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Things I Want Thursday?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Well half way down I talk about how I wish we had a big nasty thunderstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, things you want do come true. My co-worker and I got outta work as quickly as we could on Friday night. I went as fast as I could (safely) to pick up the pup. On my way there, my first scare had to do with the fact that a large bolt of lightning decided that it wanted to strike about 10 ft away from the right side of my car as I happened to turn and look right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally I got to the daycare and hurried inside to grab the pup before the rain came down. Not so lucky, as soon as I got him and turned to leave it started torrentially downpouring and not a second later, hail came pouring out of the sky. And it was big, as least marble sized. So, I stood there wondering what to do. I put the pup down and ran like hell to the car. We safely made it in. And left. Then I started freaking because the hail was still coming down and now my dumbass was driving and it was pounding down on my car. Meanwhile the road I turned onto starting flooding with mud and rain..so I was freaking, while the dog remained uber calm. Finally, half way up the loong street it stopped. I ventured home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; was nice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; safe &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, on to the weekend recap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;got outta work, we all know what happened, got home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was off to the besties.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-we ventured to the deeply discounted bookstore in pville &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bought some books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then it was off to Wally World, we got the movie "Confessions of a Shopaholic" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-it was ok, but def. worth renting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then it home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to bed for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got and went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; picked Swan up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-we went to Lil B's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Lover's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-went to the junkyard, dropped the boys off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Lover &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I drove around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then we came back &amp;amp;&amp;amp; picked them up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to Subway to visit my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then went back to Lil B's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Lover's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; waited for LB to get outta work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then we got some bread, picked up LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fed some duckies at the park in Meriden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkR1Fq8W4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/06gqVkHD1i0/s1600-h/5074_1168755905686_1431609672_30456772_6157953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352829235859577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkR1Fq8W4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/06gqVkHD1i0/s400/5074_1168755905686_1431609672_30456772_6157953_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-then we went up to Castle Craig which isn't really a castle, it's bascially a tower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I was terrrrrifffffiedd, I hate heights and it's the tallest point on the East Coast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Some dumb woman who were speaking spanish starting laughing at me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Mira, Mira" while laughing at me ensued.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Good thing I wasn't in a bad mood. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkTayehfrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cFNUPDs8p9Q/s1600-h/5074_1168756465700_1431609672_30456786_3042904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352830983053868722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkTayehfrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cFNUPDs8p9Q/s400/5074_1168756465700_1431609672_30456786_3042904_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we all went back to Lil B's &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;-LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went to Jay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Amy's shortly after that.&lt;br /&gt;-we chilled out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; enjoyed some beer pongage (( i used Smirnoff)), played some xbox and ate, then it was home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up around 11am&lt;br /&gt;-went to LB's and then we were off to the Travelers Championship aka The Fedex Cup aka the PGA Tour&lt;br /&gt;-we stayed there for about 2 hrs &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then I felt icky because it was hoott &amp;amp;&amp;amp; boring.&lt;br /&gt;-I did enjoy checking out the men's choice of pants.&lt;br /&gt;-like Stroud, who wore purple pants, plus, he wasn't too bad looking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;-then it was back home, played some Xbox, Left 4 Dead is my new favorite game!&lt;br /&gt;-made some breaded chicken &amp;amp;&amp;amp; twice baked potatoes&lt;br /&gt;-watched some tv &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cuddled &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And that was my weekend. Hope everyone had a good one! I'm very uber excited about the 4th..parties galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-131931339031924006?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/131931339031924006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=131931339031924006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/131931339031924006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/131931339031924006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-uber-exciting-news-weekend-update.html' title='Some Uber Exciting News &amp;&amp; A Weekend Update.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkkPV02AQqI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LpcCxEc99-Q/s72-c/lightning580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3175518321515639322</id><published>2009-06-26T14:33:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:43:35.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Fashion Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, yup 4th post today. I'm on a roll. So, usually I'm not very fashion forward. But recently I can't help but notice some really nice clothes, shoes and accesories that I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUU4IDaffI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bbsCjtwKfzY/s1600-h/462824.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351706686666735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUU4IDaffI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bbsCjtwKfzY/s400/462824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm totally in love with these sandals! They are Simply Vera, Vera Wang Dyan Sandals exclusively at Kohl's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUWcgmk7XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nKvyUuPFTgg/s1600-h/V271876_Q12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351708411243588978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUWcgmk7XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/nKvyUuPFTgg/s400/V271876_Q12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm also totally in love with this Hoodie Tee from Victoria's Secret. I saw it last year and I totally want it, but I still will probably not get it. Damnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUXDla_iUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0L9bAskpdFk/s1600-h/V284609_D16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351709082552076610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUXDla_iUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/0L9bAskpdFk/s400/V284609_D16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Ruffled Babydoll Bra Top from Victoria's Secret ((but in black)) would go perfectly with the shoes above and some kick butt shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUYybvahDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yQl8xi3c0hA/s1600-h/V284781.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351710986918855730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUYybvahDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/yQl8xi3c0hA/s400/V284781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I showcased awhile ago, I'm in love with this jacket &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bathing suit. The top is a wireless push-up halter style. Of course as you can see I love it for the bunnnis and peace signs. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUakx0Q1_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/RG-ABRhiX80/s1600-h/V283573_DC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351712951349860338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUakx0Q1_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/RG-ABRhiX80/s400/V283573_DC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw this last year and I fell head over heels in love. It's the most amazing bikini I've ever seen. Wish I had the perfect bod for it. It's from the Becca line by Rebecca Virtue and is sold exclusively at Victoria's Secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUgtlzsuGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/I9tX2_IDdL8/s1600-h/58511185-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351719699814856802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUgtlzsuGI/AAAAAAAAAbg/I9tX2_IDdL8/s400/58511185-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For some reason I love this ring, I love that big rings are in, I think they're super sexxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, that's just some of the things I really like! Have a good weekend everybody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3175518321515639322?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3175518321515639322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3175518321515639322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3175518321515639322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3175518321515639322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-fashion-post.html' title='My First Fashion Post.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUU4IDaffI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bbsCjtwKfzY/s72-c/462824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2426500635959859813</id><published>2009-06-26T13:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:25:03.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Post. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUKsU8sFjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZBCrSqxHko8/s1600-h/5080_1165027812486_1431609672_30444452_5016031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351695488853481010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUKsU8sFjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZBCrSqxHko8/s400/5080_1165027812486_1431609672_30444452_5016031_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me,thatskinnykid,pa lover at a car show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUNEFg0HxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_1YB6E6aJ8A/s1600-h/5080_1165028412501_1431609672_30444466_2665250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351698096050151186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUNEFg0HxI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_1YB6E6aJ8A/s400/5080_1165028412501_1431609672_30444466_2665250_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pa lover at the car show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUNflhcEUI/AAAAAAAAAag/4wUTXCpQ-Ek/s1600-h/5080_1165028132494_1431609672_30444459_7091710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351698568499171650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUNflhcEUI/AAAAAAAAAag/4wUTXCpQ-Ek/s400/5080_1165028132494_1431609672_30444459_7091710_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;koni the wire haired mini dauchsand at the car show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUPIeOe7OI/AAAAAAAAAao/XT6nKqD7Iv8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351700370426883298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUPIeOe7OI/AAAAAAAAAao/XT6nKqD7Iv8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is seriously what lb &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i came home to last nite, mulligan surrounded by remotes with his paw on the xbox controller. wonder what he was playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUSTUb7j5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3hP9cx0XF68/s1600-h/retro-61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351703855312375698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUSTUb7j5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/3hP9cx0XF68/s400/retro-61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally i just love this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2426500635959859813?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2426500635959859813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2426500635959859813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2426500635959859813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2426500635959859813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic-post.html' title='Pic Post. =)'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkUKsU8sFjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ZBCrSqxHko8/s72-c/5080_1165027812486_1431609672_30444452_5016031_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7000073865897595743</id><published>2009-06-26T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:45:37.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Edition of Unsent Letters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've decided I just to vent this all out, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Future Father in Law,&lt;br /&gt;You're an alchoholic. You know this. We don't need to spell it out for you. You may be uncontrobally drunk but you are well aware that you are a complete and utter asshole. I don't know what to say to you when you ask me about my views on you're problem. I can't say I've ever really experienced this. I come from a very straight family where the only problem we have is that Memere is getting old and cynial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would get help. Yes, you've done the standarized classes from getting a D.U.I. But, do you ever stop and think about your son? The only kid you've got? The one that has to have a boy with me to carry on the family name, you're family name. Do you ever stop and think that if you keep going on like this, you won't live to see you're grandchildren? Do you ever stop and think about how your dad died of the same cause? Do you ever stop and think about how your diabetic and too much sugar could kill you, so you shouldn't even be drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't. You have an addiction and you need help before I call Intervention on your ass. This is not funny. It's not funny to giggle when you ask me what I think of you as a father in law and I shrug my shoulders while giving you a dirtee look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. Your son already has anxiety..and if you were to die, he'd probably die right along with you. And that is something I don't need happening. So, please for us clean you're act up. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7000073865897595743?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7000073865897595743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7000073865897595743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7000073865897595743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7000073865897595743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-edition-of-unsent-letters.html' title='A Special Edition of Unsent Letters.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1343101420353835067</id><published>2009-06-26T11:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:15:21.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From "Herrresss Johnny" to the Living Angel to the King of Pop. [[RIP]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, first I apologize for the barely legiable blog post I wrote yesterday. I was rushing, so it came out all funky and such. Anyways, I digress. As we all know in the past week, three very famous and amazing celebrities have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTth5ZVamI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/J8HVibBnno0/s1600-h/mcmahon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351663423821539938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTth5ZVamI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/J8HVibBnno0/s400/mcmahon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed McMahon passed away early on June 23, 2009. He was remembered mostly for his gig on the Tonight Show as Johnny Carson's sidekick. "Herrrre's Johnny!" was McMahon's catchphrase. Although most people believe he was the "host" of Publisher's Clearinghouse, he actually worked for American Publishers Family, which went out of business in 2001. He was also the host for Starsearch which peddled out such household names as Christina Aguilera and Justin Timberlake. McMahon passed away at the age of 86 from a variety of health complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTwdpaQMNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/X60b5J4I1Sc/s1600-h/Farrah_Fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351666649345831122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTwdpaQMNI/AAAAAAAAAaA/X60b5J4I1Sc/s400/Farrah_Fawcett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcett passed away yesterday afternoon ((for me anyway here on the east coast)) a little past 1230pm at the age of 62 after her battle with anal cancer. She starred in Charlie's Angles ((tv series)) in the 70's and the Six Millon Dollar Man. She was most famous the picture in which she is wearing a red bathing suit. The smile, the hair, the body, she immortizalized what every woman wanted to look like and be and what every man wanted as a wife or girlfriend. She was diagnosed in 2006 with anal cancer and it had spread to her liver shortly after the diagnosis. Her partner of 3o yrs, Ryan O'Neal finally proposed to her a couple weeks back, she said yes, but unfortunately they were not married when she passed. She is survived by one son Redman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTynoUk2lI/AAAAAAAAAaI/tPkiAnSpFR8/s1600-h/glitterfy-flpbk2602481396823634.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351669019875531346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTynoUk2lI/AAAAAAAAAaI/tPkiAnSpFR8/s400/glitterfy-flpbk2602481396823634.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson passed away yesterday at the young age of 50. He was best known as the "King of Pop." He started his music career at the age of 11 when he was in the Jackson Five. From there he went on to have such hits as "Thriller" "Beat It" and "Billie Jean." He may have been weird, and creepy but he was known worldwide for his music. I was born in 1986, so MJ was mostly a distant memory for me. But in high school, I do remember doing the Thriller dance for a talent show with a bunch of people from choir. I remember how much fun it was to dress up like a zombie and do the entire dance. I may never be able to do the moonwalk, but MJ will live on in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1343101420353835067?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1343101420353835067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1343101420353835067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1343101420353835067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1343101420353835067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/from-herrresss-johnny-to-living-angel.html' title='From &quot;Herrresss Johnny&quot; to the Living Angel to the King of Pop. [[RIP]]'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkTth5ZVamI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/J8HVibBnno0/s72-c/mcmahon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2591273243220595984</id><published>2009-06-25T16:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:56:41.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Really Freakin Want!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sass over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelifeofsass.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-want-thursdayoooh-pretty.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are You Sassified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; has been doing a weekly Thursday special called "Things I Want Thursday." So, she finally made a button so all of us you enjoy telling the rest of you what we really really want can be fufilled. So, here is my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkPhr3iCsNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zgT8nG_0nXI/s1600-h/thingsiwant.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351368926003638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkPhr3iCsNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zgT8nG_0nXI/s400/thingsiwant.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I really want more money. I'm sure this is a given on everyones list. Who isn't hurt by this except Bill Gates...which leads me into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I really want Xbox Live for free. Listen up Mr. Gates, while you have BILLIONS of dollars, I'm here paying you 50.00 for a year + 1 mnth of ultimate online gaming. While that's not a whole lot, I still can't help but feel like MY 50 is going DIRECTLY into your leisure funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I really want to print out this picture. But since all computers like to make weird little bars on the screen when you try and photograph them with your cell phone, I'll have to stick to just plain white boring paper to print it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkPisUo3MbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lnJNzWXgRGk/s1600-h/5080_1165028292498_1431609672_30444463_5540342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351370033328501170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkPisUo3MbI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lnJNzWXgRGk/s" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lil B in the blue, Swan in the red, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thatskinny kid clutching his arm in attempts to make funny faces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I really really want Left 4 Dead to be at the video store tonight so that I can finally rent/play it. ((I'm a nerd I know))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I really really want to go to Florida this summer instead of waiting all the way till Thanksgiving because Siqness might have moved outta state or God knows where way before then, leaving me with an empty feeling of NEVER being able to meet him. LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I &lt;3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I really really want that emergency test on the radio to be a severe thunderstorm warning, so that I could look out the front of the office and watch the clouds and lightning while doing my t-storm dance wish consists of me jumping up and down and cowaring while be in awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) I really really want to move in with LB. 4 yrs ((- the 5 mnth break)) and still nothing. I feel like if we had moved in a long time ago, all would have been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) I really really want to lose some weight but I somehow cannot tear myself away from iced coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that is what I really want..=) Thanks Sass! and everyone for reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2591273243220595984?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2591273243220595984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2591273243220595984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2591273243220595984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2591273243220595984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-i-really-freakin-want.html' title='Things I Really Freakin Want!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SkPhr3iCsNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/zgT8nG_0nXI/s72-c/thingsiwant.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-6009846993296352131</id><published>2009-06-23T12:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:31:00.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When Life Throws You Curveballs, You Swing Away.</title><content type='html'>I'm super bored. I've been trying to figure out what to write for the past 10 mins now. Interwebs still down here at work. So, I can access blogger and my gmail, bascially anything google related for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still cool and rainy. It's been like this oh, probably for like the last 10 days. I mean on Sunday it was the first day of summer! So summer, stop hiding and come out already! I'd love for some hott, oppressive, super sunny days they conjure up really awesome thunderstorms around 7pm. I want to see that weird watery, hazy looking reflection on the car in front of me! I want to have to run and jump into a pool to beat the heat! I want to lay in my yard and take 20 mins to get a nice even tan going. But I do not want the bees to try and extract nector from my brightly colored top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach and actually feel like I'm at the beach in the summer, not the spring. I want to eat oodles of ice cream. I want to run into a store with AC just to get away from the glaring sun. I want to blast the AC in Charlie while cruisin to the beach listenin to rap music CM bought the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SUMMER, stop hiding. Come out already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-6009846993296352131?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/6009846993296352131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=6009846993296352131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6009846993296352131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/6009846993296352131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-throws-you-curveballs-you.html' title='When Life Throws You Curveballs, You Swing Away.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2212943683130542048</id><published>2009-06-22T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:58:21.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsent Letters Volume 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kerri over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourwishcake.com/2009/06/on-notes-that-will-never-be-sent.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your wishcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; just did a post on unsent letters. So, I thought why not clear my thoughts a bit. Read on..and feel free to do some of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing you yesterday was something I expected. What I did not expect was the hello and goodbye I got from you. It was honestly nice. But, I must confess I saw something. Deep inside your eyes, I saw the pain. And whether or not you believe that what we had is said and gone, it is. If you ever need me, you know I'm just a phone call or message away. I always wanted what was best for you, and time after time, all I see is heartbreak surround you. I want you to know that I tried so hard to make you happy, but you have to look deep inside to open yourself up and accept the happiness that you do deserve. You're an amazing person when you want to be, and one day you'll make some girl very happy. I miss our friendship, because I think that's what we were best at. I don't regret dating you, because it has helped me grow and learn. Now, it's your turn. And, I'm glad you don't hate me. I know you may shy away, and have to act 20, but I know you don't hate me. If you hated me, you would have avoided me. You would not have to come to the group and looked directly at me and said hello. And you would not have done the same when you said goodbye. But, I want you to know, it didn't hurt the way maybe you thought it would. It hurt me because inside you, I saw angst and hate for what has happened in your life. And as always, what have I told you? To let it go. And I think it's time. And you'll see life isn't about living for everyone else. It's not about what your parents or your sister or your friends want. It's about what you want. You need to take the time to do what you need too. And I'm starting to see that. I was honestly surprised you came alone yesterday, because that's something I've never seen before. But, you've always loved Volkswagens more than I, and that's why you don't see me often at shows. But, thank you again, for realizing that what we had almost a year ago, our friendship, is what we really should think about. It's easier that way isn't it? I'll see you around sometime, I'm sure, and I hope every encounter is just as pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You know I love you. We've been friends for almost 10 long years. We've had our ups and downs, but that's what makes our friendship unique. But, there's something that bothers me. The way you treat others. When we were at the store the other night, and you needed a custom frame, and the nice woman told you that it took 2-3 weeks, there was no need for you to scream at her, about how it was ridiculous and belittle her. You seem to do that alot if you don't get your way. I just don't understand where you get off thinking that you're high and mighty? Even after you belittled that poor woman, she still helped you out. She could of told you to fuck off, which I'd probably tell you, if I didn't know you, because it's not her fault they don't have what you need. It's your fault for waiting till the day before to finish your project. And it's not the first occurence when we were at a store, where you felt like the world needed to be exactly the way you wanted it to be. I've worked in retail, and I honestly take very high offense to the way that you treat some of the people that work in these stores like they personally do everything in their power to piss you off. Sometimes, I can't honestly take your overly brash way of thinking. And how dare you even say what you said about how you're future is starting soon, and how you don't feel that you could even afford to give you're brother money for his wedding because he doesn't matter at the moment and your future is starting. We will always have things we don't like about one another. It's life. But, honestly I cannot take how self-centered and brash you are sometimes. Sometimes I just want to slap the shit outta you and tell you that the world isn't always what you expect and just to grow and get over it, instead of belittling people. Stop thinking about life is just a habitual cycle, make it fun. Stop thinking that life is going to become a fantasy world one day, because it isn't. This is reality. You will work, you will have a family. Don't push you're poor bf who looves you into having a family in two years. That isn't fair to him. When you're BOTH ready, then it's time. Don't give him an ultimanium, that's not fair. But, I love you no matter what because you are a good friend. But chill out, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I wish you'd stop being such a bitch. I love you because you're my mother. But when you scream at me to move out, I just wanna cry so hard. You always make me feel like shit. Honestly. I try and tell you, but you always say that it's my fault. It has to be. I don't know why. Remember when that guy broad sided me at a stop sign because he thought it was his turn..remember how you still found a way to blame me. Saying that if I just paid more attention, maybe I would have avoided it. That hurt. It wasn't my fault at all, but you want to believe it was somehow. I will never be as good as my brother. He will always get A's &amp;amp; B's and one day he will make a fine math teacher. I am not him. I am me. I make mistakes, alot of them. I couldn't tell you why. Maybe because I'm afraid of failure? So, I get scared and don't do what I have too? I'm not sure. But whatever the case, get off my ass sometimes. Stop making me feel like I'm some horrible child, who gets arrested, does drugs and drinks heavily. Because I don't and I won't. I drive the speed limit, I rarely drink, and I def. do not do drugs. But still you see me as some horrible person. I told you I wanted to be a phelbotomist last year, when I had money, but of course you &amp;amp; dad shot me down. Because you don't think I can do it. But now places everywhere need help for that. And now all of a sudden its pertinet for me to save up 1700 for the class. I'm just sick of you treating me like a little kid. I've been trying to do better in life. But, you, you just choose to tell me that going to college is stupid because I won't apply myself. Well I will, I understand what I need to do. So be an understanding mom, instead of a biitch. Because that's what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel hurt by you. You were a very good friend at the beginning but then you decided to just push me out. You let some cheating lying bitch push me out. I tried. And when I do see you, it hurts even more because only then when you have no one else will you come to me. You're all about being nosey and gossipy. Leave everything and everyone alone. No ones trying to steal you're bf. I thought we'd become close. But, I feel like you just used me when bf wasn't around or he was busy at a show. And that hurts. Alot. But, this is life. And I understand. I'll see you here and there, but when you're down or mad or whatever don't come to me, because I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You're one of the sweetest guys I know. You're a good friend, you're funny and you don't drink which is a huge plus. If I wasn't with someone, I would be down with seeing where our friendship could go. But I'm happily with someone and soon enough you will be too. I hope anyways, because you deserve it. I know out there, there has to be a woman whom enjoys golfing and cars. Let's go find her kid. Don't ever let anyone stand in you're way because you're destined to be amazing at life. You're one of those people that are so excited to see everyone and that stares clear of drama. Go you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One day I will have the privilege of calling you mom. Well mother in law. And yes I do love you a ton. But you're poor son is fucked because of you. Harsh I know. But between you and his dad, I wonder sometimes how you two got to become parents. You work way too much, you're always travelling and almost always a biitch. I refuse to do any yardwork because I'm your guest. Yes, I'm over often. And no I don't think I'm princess. But, I'm not you're sons friend. I'm his girlfriend, probably soon to be fiance again. I pick up you're dog from daycare every week. I go out of my way, waste at least 10 miles of gas for you're pooch. I take him to the park. And remember how you once rudely fed him a cheesburger in the back seat of my BRAND NEW CAR and he slobbered it all over. Thanks. Really how dare you!? And then you get mad at me when I didn't pay you back as quickly as you woulda liked? Ok, I understand you wanted you're money. But honestly, you know I'm poor. Don't pull me the side and tell me how rude I am. When you practically force me into taking your dog into my brand new car..and I'm still really annoyed about the time you allowed him to drool all over my car. I didn't even know what to say! You probably woulda started yelling at me..and telling me that I shouldn't be rude to you. But its ok that your son's friend owes you 5000 for a school loan..and wait, he did nothing with his degree!&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm the bad one. Because I broke his heart and didn't pay you, right? Trust me when I say, there are worse things. I love you, and I'll be happy to be you're daughter in law one day..but, sometimes you make me wanna run screaming from your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are just some of my unwritten letters. Sorry they're longggg. But, I had a lot to say! ((lol)) I think I'm gonna try and do this weekly. It's a nice release. Def. a nice release. So, feel free to do your own, I'm excited to read em! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2212943683130542048?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2212943683130542048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2212943683130542048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2212943683130542048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2212943683130542048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/unsent-letters-volume-1.html' title='Unsent Letters Volume 1'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5691983166732929808</id><published>2009-06-22T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:42:21.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Whoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sj-YHX-1WyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NmGw3jXWeRk/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162134803503906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sj-YHX-1WyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NmGw3jXWeRk/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our Xbox 360 Controllers.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend was a pretty good one I must say with some awkwardness thrown in with a side of..like whoa! Ya know that song...he raps a couple of lines and then says, like whoa! (no, no you don't ummmmmm) Ok, anyways, onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got outta work, picked up the doggie &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; laid in my bed while i waited for CM to get outta work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to AC Moore to buy a frame &amp;amp;&amp;amp; some poster board for her homemade wedding gift for her bros birthday. She took pics of objects that look like letters and spelt out their last night. looks balla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we headed to the Christmas Tree Shop so I could buy her some things she wanted for her new apt. I got her a plastic pitcher, plastic wine glasses ((hi i break things when I'm drunk)), some placemats for her table, a microfiber towel, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; these stickys that go on the wall &amp;amp;&amp;amp; say "Live, Laugh, Love." And I got it all for 10 bucks! Thats my I heart it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went to Best Buy where she bought the Game's cd and T.I's cd. She was recently converted into rap. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back to her house to chill out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; help her work on her project.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then around midnite I left &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to see my LB for a little while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then home to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-woke up around 1100am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- was lazy till about 245 when I decided to go pick up Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; go for a drive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we drove around talking as usual &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got our fav. milkshakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then I brought him home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hung out with LB, we decided to go on a date. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-it took us about 2 hrs to decide what we wanted to do because a) theres nothing to do in ct on the weekends b)everything you kinda wanna do costs a fortune. c) we've seen most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally we decided on going to johnny rockets since LB has never been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we walked around the little outdoor mall that it was in, went in a few stores &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sighed at how we aren't rich or have money. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went back home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; played some xbox. {{we're nerdos}}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then I went home around 3am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-was woken up around 830..ugghhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got ready, gave dad his card &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was out to breakfast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-meanwhile, between conversations i was texting swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pa loverr about our plans to go to the vw show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally, we left, i was worried that Charlie was too dirtee so I gave him a quick bath, met up with Lil B &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Loverr &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was off to the show!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Swan thought it was only 5 bucks, which we both only had! so we had to borrow money from Pa Loverr because it was actually 7 bucks! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i was totally sorta excited to go to the show. I haven't been to one in months, so I decided why the hell not?! It's a small show, sooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got outta the car, was walking up the hill &amp;amp;&amp;amp; saw BP. I already figured he would be there, soo I wasn't too concerned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we walked into the show &amp;amp;&amp;amp; looked around, talked some people, then I finally saw my friend, thatskinnykid ((he's got the nicest mk5, which is the same body style charlie is))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he came over to me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gave me a hug &amp;amp;&amp;amp; at that exact moment BP walks up which this look on his face, that I really didn't understand. so he comes over, says hi to everyone, turns me to &amp;amp;&amp;amp; says hiii, so I said hiii back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then Swan, thatskinnykid, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; BP went over to look at thatskinnykids car &amp;amp;&amp;amp; so I stayed put with Lil B &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pa Loverrr talking to people &amp;amp;&amp;amp; such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-it was a nasty hot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; humid but the rain was holding off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-at one point Pa Loverr &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went to the bathroom, that's when I saw it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-MY HAIR looked like complete shiitt. It was sticking up from being frizzy like no tomorrow..so thankfully I ran some water over it as best as I could &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it kept it smooth for the rest of the time there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we ventured back outside &amp;amp;&amp;amp; spent some time playing with our friends dog, Koni (( like the springs they sell)). She's the cutest lil wired hair mini dauschand ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then I walked around with Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thatskinnykid for a while &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then BP came up to us &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said byee to the guys &amp;amp;&amp;amp; byeee to me. ((see, we r friendly, even though I can never effin understand the looks on his face, or the tone of his voice, anywho))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then shortly after BP left it started raining so we ran into a shed for cover ((it was at a fairground))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pa Loverr &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I were chatting when I heard a familar voice &amp;amp;&amp;amp; turned around to see non other than Coco &amp;amp;&amp;amp; what I assume was his pops. ((see, i really shouldnt know VW boiis))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So I gave him a quick hug &amp;amp;&amp;amp; said hello &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then he was on his way &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I decided to leave. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we bounced, hit up Mickey D's ((ughhhh but i was super hungry &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we were broke)) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was off to visit LB ((he didnt come because he was gonna do something with his dad earlier in the day, but apparently his dad wasn't available till after 3, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I were already at the show by the time we found out.))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-as we were on our way, Swan informed me that BP had said that he was surprised that I had come. Um, we both like vws, soooo. Anywhoodle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So, we hung out with LB for a bit &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then were off to the mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We walked around just killing time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we left, that's when Swan put on the Like Whoa! song &amp;amp;&amp;amp; decided to make up a rap about volkswagens. ((total LMAO moment!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then I went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; took a nap while I waited for LB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then he called I went back over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; played some Wii ((I'm addicted to Cooking Mama:Cookoff)) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we got some KFC &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went back home, played some more Xbox, cuddled &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then I left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that laddiess &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gentlemen was my lovely weekend. I'm glad that BP &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can be mature &amp;amp;&amp;amp; friendly. And urgggh our internet doesn't really work here, it's super slowwww. And I totally just randomly baby barfed in my mouth. Awesome. More water pls.&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/3400969046214359537-5691983166732929808?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5691983166732929808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5691983166732929808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5691983166732929808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5691983166732929808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-whoa.html' title='Like Whoa!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Sj-YHX-1WyI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NmGw3jXWeRk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4208682547122920414</id><published>2009-06-18T10:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:29:11.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!?! Okay, You Were Here For A Day!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjpdPR-RgkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/k6vb2mN50Dk/s1600-h/z148297270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348690024559903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjpdPR-RgkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/k6vb2mN50Dk/s400/z148297270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday actually felt like summer to me. I went swimming for the first time this year! =) I got up around 1000am ((i know im lazy on my days off)) and headed on over to the home where CM nannies. The mother was gone, off to a trip to Boston for business, so she had the house to herself. ((The mom wouldnt care anyway, lol)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM takes care of a 2 yr old girl and 8 mnth twin boys. Yesterday, she only had the boys, so while they were napping we went for a swim. OMG, it was sooo nice. I haven't been swimming since last year in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we woke them up, went for a walk, and then fed them. Then I left and went and chilled with Swan and LB. Then it was home for dinner and then off to CM's. We needed to finish up some shopping for her apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its true. She's moving on out! At first, it wasn't going to be till August, but they found a nice two family split level apt for a decent price. Her move out date is July 11th. I only drove by it the other nite, but it looks nice from the outside. It's right near the main drag here in town too! I'm sooo excited for her, but at the same time obvii a tad jealous and sad. ((but i'll get to that in a minute.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up going to Bed, Bath &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Beyond last nite. We were in there for a good hour, but she found a bunch of stuff she needed for her kitchen at good prices. She got mixing bowls, cookie sheets, a wastebasket for the bathroom, and some other things. In her room everything she's bought so far is nicely organized in one pile. It feels like christmas in there! She's only missing a couple of things for her kitchen, and the only thing she really has to do before she moves in is paint the kitchen. And then, she's moving in with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I'm a bit sad, and jealous. I'm jealous because I want to live with LB. I've been with him for 4 yrs practically ((if you don't count those 5 mnths with that dbag)). We are more than ready mentally to move in with one another, but we are broke as shit. And that's what makes me sad. Watching CM buy all these things, and tell me over and over how much she can't wait to have me over all the time, makes me uber sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't mind living at home. But I want to live with LB. I'm tired of going to his house, only to have to leave every night and go back to my own. And his mom isn't the happiest when I sleep over. I want to wake up next to LB every morning. I want to cook dinner and clean. I want to play xbox and hang out with him in our room, but at the same time be able to walk into the living room when I don't want to be confinded to one room. ((which is what I feel like now..his mom bascially pushes us into his room)). I want to be able to have our friends over, and not have his mom biitch because she wants her "alone" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to own my own dog and not hear his mom grumble when her dog whines because he rather be in the room with us, because we actually do things with him. (( like take him to doggy daycare, pick him up, take him to the dog park, cuddle with him, and feed him, take him out to pee/poop)) All she does is walk him occasionally, and feed him her leftovers. ((like helllooooo thats bad for him!!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm just tired of being effin poor. I'm tired of wanting to do things, and not be able to do it because of low funds. I want to stop spending my money when I really shouldn't so that I can do stuff. I just want more money to be able to do stuff!! and be able to save to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB keeps saying we have a while. Helloo, hunnni, you're 25, I'm 23. We don't have that long. I wanna live with LB for like a year and then get married. Then take 2-3 yrs to just be newleyweds and then have kiddies. I don't wanna feel rushed into starting a family. Which is his whole thing. He'd be ok with gettin married in like 3 yrs and then starting a family 6 mnths later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be 30 when I have kids. I wanna be 26-27. Which is still 30 to me. ((lol))&lt;br /&gt;Ok, anyways sorry for the rant. lol.&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/3400969046214359537-4208682547122920414?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4208682547122920414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4208682547122920414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4208682547122920414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4208682547122920414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-okay-you-were-here-for-day.html' title='Summer!?! Okay, You Were Here For A Day!?'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjpdPR-RgkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/k6vb2mN50Dk/s72-c/z148297270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2209703980305866853</id><published>2009-06-18T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:19:21.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My RealAge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; took the RealAge Test, so I decided why the hell not. The two times I've played Wii Fit, it's told me that I'm 27, which is 4 yrs older than I currently am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what the RealAge Test said?! Yup, it told me that I'm 27.5, or 4.4 years older than I really am. The biggest problem I have is smoking and not eating enough veggies. Plus, I don't take supplements, so it was yelling at me for that. I honestly don't take any medication whatsoever, occasionally aspirin if I have serious headache, but usually if it's just minor I push through it. It also told me it was bad that I didn't have a dog let alone any pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently driving a small vehicle is bad too! Overall though, I'm not too bad. Ok, yes I am. I need to excersize, eat more veggies, take a supplement &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no way am I giving up Charlie! And LB's dog is bascially my dog..so I guess I could have said I have a dog because I spend most of my time with LB and his pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, take the quiz! It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.realage.com/homepage.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.realage.com/homepage.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2209703980305866853?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2209703980305866853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2209703980305866853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2209703980305866853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2209703980305866853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-realage.html' title='My RealAge!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3273450058427315529</id><published>2009-06-15T11:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:25:42.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey Guys, You Won't Believe Who I Saw, World War III Was About to Rain on Down."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so it wasn't that bad. All I have to say for now is, my little feeties scurred away like no other. All the while I'm mumbling "fuck fuck fuck" whilst carrying a smirnoff party pack. But, I'll get to that story in a moment. Anyways, here's yo weekend recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-went out with CM ((former bestie)).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i picked her up around 700 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was off to introduce her to the best milkshakes that a convenience store has ever had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-they're called For Real shakes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they are effin sweet! You make em yourself! You pop the top off the cup, put it in the blender, select your thickness &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ta-da! you've got yourself a milkshake! They're so rich &amp;amp;&amp;amp; creamy too!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we also got some egg salad sandwiches &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sat in my car &amp;amp;&amp;amp; enjoyed em.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to the mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went to Gap first where CM found the cutest skirt that could over a bathing suit ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-she also found her bf a shirt for her bros wedding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was on to Forever 21, where I found a super cute shirt, but decided that I didn't really have 10.80 to spend. ((yes thats it!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then after that, we walked around some more &amp;amp;&amp;amp; popped into Ann Taylor ((LBs mom shops there.)) where I found the most gorgeous summer dress. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-and of course I can't show you because my internet is acting funny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-anyhoodle then it was on to Wally World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we looked around at the jewelery, and I bought a cute bracelet that's wooden with "stickers" that say peace and have peace signs on em in blue. it was only $3 but I absolutely love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to get redbull. as we were doing so LB called &amp;amp;&amp;amp; told me that there was a DUI checkpoint the way we were headed that was almost right in front of his work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i know this may sound odd but i like going thru DUI checkpoints, because I know they are totally profiling me because I'm young. And I rarely drink sooO!! haha coppers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-anyway, so we pulled up to it, red bull in hand, and the cop waved the first cop thru. then he made me pull up to him, and he was like "this is a DUI checkpoint I need you to pull off to the side, we need to make sure you're not too hyper." Hope he was kidding! ((lmao))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so I pulled into the abandoned gas station they were using, and pulled up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; had the nicest old man cop ask the standard "where are you going?" question, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then he asked for my license, insurance card &amp;amp;&amp;amp; registration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so i gave it to him, he joked with us a bit, then we were on our way. ((see coppers got nothin on me!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got back to CMs house &amp;amp;&amp;amp; made some drinks, we didn't put really any vodka in our drinks, but we put some V8 fruit fusion stuff in, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; actually it was pretty good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sat outside on the porch swing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just looked up at the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then LB called to tell me he got home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was off to see him. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I woke up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got ready to go out with Swan for the afternoon since LB was at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we cruised around, when to Wally World &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got my dad a Father's Day card so I wouldn't forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we met up with LB at his house after work &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the 3 of us went to the liquor store to get some drinkiies for Swan's BBQ that evening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we grabbed a Smirnoff party pack, a 6-pack of Heiny ((for my darling)) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Molson XXX ((for Swannieee)). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so I'm carrying the Smirnoff, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we turn down this aisle. I'm not really paying attention till I look up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; see THEM. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm thinking a few possiblities here, a) turn around like I forgot something, b) turn around &amp;amp;&amp;amp; run, c) run by em, or d) stride right by em.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so I picked option D &amp;amp;&amp;amp; as fast as my little feet could scurry, I made it past &lt;strong&gt;BP&lt;/strong&gt;'s Mom &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sister. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I watched as I was scurrying by, them both turn &amp;amp;&amp;amp; look at me...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Swan &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Dan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we were safe, round the corner, to the cash register &amp;amp;&amp;amp; outtie before they could open their mouths.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went across the parking lot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got some hot dogs, hamburgers &amp;amp;&amp;amp; chips &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to drop Swan off because the girl he likes Emily ((they dated many years ago for a mnth!)) was coming over &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then they were off to his dad's real quick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then we played some xbox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was back rto Swan's for his BBQ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-there was LB, PA Lova, Lil B, Swan, Emily &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I had some of Pa Lova's super yummy concoation, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we both got pretty drunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then around 1030pm, we all left because Swan's grandpa was yelling at us to break it up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so LB &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I went back to his house, played some xbox, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then he tried to go to sleep bc he wasn't feeling well &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then woke up about an hour later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he had a HUGE panick attack..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I felt sooo horrible, he was pacing up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; down the halls, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; eventually he had to wake up his mom bc he felt so crappy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i didn't end up leaving till almost 330am bc I was worried about him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i went over LB's around noon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he wasn't feeling great so we chilled out at home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-around 5 we went grocery shopping for him mom, came back &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then about an hour later, we went to Wally World to get Xbox Live points for moi, then to the drug store so LB could get some anatacid to see if it would make his uneasy stomach feel better, then back to his house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we pretty much chilled out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; watched some tv, had some dinner &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he went to bed early.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i left around midnite after watching Brooke Knows Best. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a pretty good weekend. Low-key but fun. Except when LB feels shitty. =( I feel horrible because I don't know how to help him. I wish I could..because he's miserable when he has anxiety. And it doesn't last for a day either. It lasts till he goes to the doctors &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gets checked out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gets some medication. Then the meds take like 2-4 wks to work! My poor LB..=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have a good day everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3273450058427315529?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3273450058427315529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3273450058427315529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3273450058427315529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3273450058427315529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-you-wont-believe-who-i-saw.html' title='&quot;Hey Guys, You Won&apos;t Believe Who I Saw, World War III Was About to Rain on Down.&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3638002298109671405</id><published>2009-06-12T09:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:41:44.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!! It's Friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Friday morning everyone! Woot woot! It's a pretty cloudy rainy day..I guess this afternoon its supposed to clear up though. =D Tonite, I'm going out with CM ((the former bestie)). Prolly gonna "window shop" at the mall. Which will make me super depressed because all of a sudden, I'm really into fashion. And I totally wanna buy a cute outfit. Damn me and being poor. ::Sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my dearest LB has been feeling like crappy crap for the past two days. =( Two years ago he was diagnosed with "mild" anxiety. The way they test for that is the oddest and probably stupidest thing I've heard. They bascially gave him a questionarre and based on his answers, he got a score which they then used for his "diagnosis." He was given medication..which didn't honestly kick it for about month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My poor loviiee was in a terrible state that whole time too! I couldn't leave till he fell asleep because he was scared without me there. =( And he's been pretty free of it for a while now..but all a sudden, I got a call on Weds. as I was getting ready to go job hunting for job #2 as I do every Weds with Swan. It was my LB! He had a panic attack so he came home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; needed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I went over there..and the poor dear was just feeling edgy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; when he gets anxiety the lower left area of his abdomen always feels uneasy. =( That usually passes after a day, but then for a while he usually gets light-headed/super bad headaches. And out of his weird anxiety habits, he usually touches his abdomen alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's going to make an appt with a specialist..and see if this problem can be fixed! I mean obvii he will probably still go through most of his life with a panic attack every now and then..but maybe itll help, so when they do come on, it won't be like this massive oh my god help me feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm talking to him now on AIM &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he says he feels really good today, so that makes me super happy! Even though I know that anxiety/panic attacks can not kill him, it still makes me upset &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a little scared when he does get em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a little worrisome kinda chick...esp after New Years Eve of this year, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the whole BP &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I fight where he walked out into the frigid cold weather like a dingbat &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then bascially had a seizure in my car..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I freaked the fuck out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; didn't know what to do because I've never dealt with that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I leave you with a happy sunny warm picture..reminds me that summer is indeed here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjJeOeMrIsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U_xC2gIZ6LY/s1600-h/152.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346439310359601858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjJeOeMrIsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U_xC2gIZ6LY/s400/152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3638002298109671405?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3638002298109671405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3638002298109671405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3638002298109671405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3638002298109671405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-its-friday.html' title='Yay!! It&apos;s Friday!!!!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjJeOeMrIsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/U_xC2gIZ6LY/s72-c/152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-9111676845787530347</id><published>2009-06-11T16:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:01:07.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Car Review Thursdays!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFnw5s7g4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/OsSaJUb5OJg/s1600-h/3482470805_366db48be2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346168322486141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFnw5s7g4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/OsSaJUb5OJg/s400/3482470805_366db48be2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This week I'm starting a new series entitled, "Car Review Thursdays!" It's like Horsepower TV for woman! Each and every Thursday I will be reviewing a brand new car! Interested in the lastest hyrbid SUV? The best sports car convertible? The safest ride for your children? Well, you've come to the right place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once a month, I will also throw in two bonus posts! One about maintaing your car, and the other about everything from exotic imports ((the really expensive cars!)) to classics. ((Chevelle SS anyone?))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, if you've been looking for a brand new car or you just want to know how to check you're own oil...email me questions at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bunnni.chick@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bunnni.chick@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS WEEK ON: CAR REVIEW THURSDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 2009 Ford Escape Hybrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFq7hoBuNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Rn88YJUHrYk/s1600-h/2009-ford-escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346171803536570578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFq7hoBuNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Rn88YJUHrYk/s400/2009-ford-escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price: $28,000-$32,000 (depending on options)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2009 Ford Escape Hybrid has an average gas mileage of 34 city and 31 highway. It has a 2.5 liter engine. (Which in car talk means a 5 cylinder engine.) The Ford Escape has also gone "under the knife" as it now has been upgraded from a four speed automatic to a six speed automatic. This gives the Ford Escape slighty better turning radius on those sharp corners and you won't feel the "shiftshock"(the jerking motion when a car does not shift properly or is being shifted improperly) as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also new for the 2009 Ford Escape is the feature of electronic driving from 0-40mph instead of up to 30 mph. The electronic feature allows the car to be driven from a small battery inside the cars engine, thus saving you gas. The new Escape also has gotten an exterior modification with adjustments to the spoiler and wheels which in turn makes the car more aerodynamic and allows for you to save a gallon or two per mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new feature is the new electronic braking system. This feature provides the Escape with better stability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options that you may want to consider is the SYNC system which is a entertainment system that is programmed by your voice. New this year, is also a 911 feature. There is also a brand new option of a Siruis package which provides gas prices at nearby pumps when they go and up and down, traffic and weather reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2009 Ford Escape is catergorized as a "small" SUV and comes in several different colors, such as light ice blue that is overlaid with a clearcoat metallic (meaning it will give it shine and a hint of sparkle), white suede clearcoat, kiwi green clearcoat metallic, and black clearcoat. There is as of now only one interior color which is the stone which is a light grayish in color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently they are not offering any Ford Escape rebates or specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as safety ratings, the Ford Escape Hybrid, received a 5-star rating (the best) for the front passeneger and drivers sides, and the rear and front sides. It received a 3-star rating on rollover resistance. It received high remarks for comfort, styling and price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2009 Ford Escape Hybrid also comes standard with 36 months/36,000 mile bumper to bumper protection and 60 months/60,000 powertrain protection. All are 4-door standard and comes with plenty of amenties such as a/c, power windows, power locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 28,000-32,000 this brand new hybrid SUV is a nice buy! I give it 4 out of 5 stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-9111676845787530347?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/9111676845787530347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=9111676845787530347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9111676845787530347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9111676845787530347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/car-review-thursdays.html' title='&quot;Car Review Thursdays!&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFnw5s7g4I/AAAAAAAAAY4/OsSaJUb5OJg/s72-c/3482470805_366db48be2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5032652017620973398</id><published>2009-06-11T14:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:41:26.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFXjEFQ5-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/LZk0s91zf2w/s1600-h/blogcontestpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346150492568348642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFXjEFQ5-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/LZk0s91zf2w/s400/blogcontestpic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is doing a giveaway for the opening of her jewlery/home decor business she has started with her momma. =) (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://enchantinggemstonecreations.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://enchantinggemstonecreations.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) Sheri was one of the first bloggers that I really started talking to when I entered the blog world, and I know she's been looking for a job for a looong time, and finally decided it would be best to go in with her mom and start their own business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been (im)patiently awaiting the big annoucement on what her and her momma's business would be, and I am total excited to promote a)her blog, b)her etsy shop ( &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7508386"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7508386&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; c)her giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prizes are: turquoise, quartz or tiger's eye earrings!!! Aren't they just beauitful?! I myself would love to win the tiger's eyes pair because I absolutely love the color tones! She will be picking two winners, so hurry on over to her blog and put your entries in for a chance to win!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFXsCHFS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jC6rCFXKf5E/s1600-h/blogcontest1prize.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346150646657928114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFXsCHFS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jC6rCFXKf5E/s400/blogcontest1prize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to check out the rest of her blog, where she talks about paranormal investigating, "flashback fridays," and her new business which you can check out at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://enchantinggemstonecreations.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://enchantinggemstonecreations.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I totally have my eye on a beautiful handmade turquoise necklace!! So check out her blog and her new business!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it..you won't! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5032652017620973398?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5032652017620973398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5032652017620973398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5032652017620973398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5032652017620973398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!!!!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SjFXjEFQ5-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/LZk0s91zf2w/s72-c/blogcontestpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-228773234498754290</id><published>2009-06-11T13:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:32:41.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Swan and I had one of the weirdest convos on Tuesday morning. It was about thunderstorms, ice creams and hey lady! Whenever I think of Hey Lady! I just want to scream it out at the top of my lungs. The following IM convo is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan (9:48:16 AM): its thundering&lt;br /&gt;Swan (9:48:25 AM): yay i like ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Me (9:48:25 AM): i know&lt;br /&gt;Me (9:48:36 AM): what ice cream + thunder=what?&lt;br /&gt;Swan (9:48:45 AM): hey lady&lt;br /&gt;Me (9:48:57 AM): it equals hey lady?!&lt;br /&gt;Swan (9:49:13 AM): yes it does&lt;br /&gt;Me (9:49:19 AM): awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, early mornings at work mean that I'm completely incoherent to the world..and that the dumbest stuff is funny. ((teehee)) Plus, Swan is just funny in general. Like his statement about a guy who took off from a light getting on to the highway, "Woah Seabucisut, you aren't on the track, so sloow down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just about died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could zing out one liners like that. Honestly! But, I'm not as quirky as most bloggers. Damn you people! ((teehee))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as you can see I changed my layout once again. Clearly I have OCD when it comes to finding the "perfect" one. Well, I think I found it! Finally! I probably will switch up the huge banner like picture every now &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then but the rest of it will stay the same. And I'm going to try &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fix the font size because I'm well aware that not everyone has CIA super secret vision like myself...oops, there goes the secret! (( I tried being funny, someone laugh damnit! Anyone? Ok then..moving on.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some other things;; today or tomorrow we are finally booking our hotel for Waterfest 15. ((woot to the fricken woot!)) As I've previously stated, we are leaving Sat. July 18th &amp;amp;&amp;amp; coming back Sunday July 19th. We will be staying at a hilton inn, and the price is alottt cheaper than the previous hotel I found;; plus there will actually be other vw owners staying there! And the super great thing;; I don't have to see BP at all! ((holla!)) I was a bit worried, even had a dream about it..but it seems him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his friends are pretty poor so they'll only be coming down Saturday, and yes we will too, but we won't be going to the show till Sunday. So ((wipes brow)) it's all good in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. So, I've been back &amp;amp;&amp;amp; forth on a weekly "series" I can do, and I've finally found something! And I'm gonna commit to it! So, look for it, on the next post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying what it is..but I will say, it has to do with something I LOVEEE. Which could be anything, cause honestly, I love me a lot of things, places &amp;amp;&amp;amp; people. I have a huge heart, damn me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get ready! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-228773234498754290?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/228773234498754290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=228773234498754290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/228773234498754290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/228773234498754290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-lady.html' title='Hey Lady!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-2382260799651907497</id><published>2009-06-09T09:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:34:52.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Where Oh Where Have All the Bloggers Gone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys-come on! Most of you are MIA! It makes me super freaking depressed. =/ Sigh. I totally understand with summer here most of you have a million and one things to do, kids to take care of, and the beach to bum at. Still I'm super sad. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love the summer. Weekends spent at the beach, driving round aimlessly, playing volleyball across the street with your friends and that slutty chick who wears a tiny bathing suit and ass showing shorts that your friend is dating, tubing down the Farmington River and praying to God that you don't rip your back open again on the second set of rapids, and getting ice cream about 20x a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is by far my favorite time of the year. ((Obvii since I want to move to Florida!)) I absolutely love the summer nights, laying underneath the stars, just chillen out, talking. Oh, its what my lil soul lives for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and thunderstorms. Yes, that's right, I'm an uber huge fan of them. I'm a scarredy cat for sure, but I occasionally enjoy watching them. I just love watching the lightning strike, hear the thunder clap, and listen to the beep beep beep of the weather channels severe weather alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I have never seen a tornado in person, nor do I feel like I would want too. They scare me. Geez, even the wind scares me if its blowing too hard outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm totally ready for Summer 09. It won't be the best ((because I'm poor)) but it'll still be good times! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-2382260799651907497?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/2382260799651907497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=2382260799651907497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2382260799651907497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/2382260799651907497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-where-oh-where-have-all-bloggers.html' title='Oh Where Oh Where Have All the Bloggers Gone?!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1852071536858185655</id><published>2009-06-08T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:33:22.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awards!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks so much to Sheri @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheri's World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for The Adorable Blog Award &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the Queen of All Things Awe-summm Award!!! Sheri was my first Blogger Best Friend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; she's given me some great advice! So, check out her blog, because she is a parnormal investigator, she runs her own business with her mom, and she writes "Flashback Friday," her weekly series about things we watched or wore or did when we were kids! ((Pstt David the Gnome!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Si1YANFCeWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sVTcfruOtWA/s1600-h/adorableblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345025093292685666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Si1YANFCeWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sVTcfruOtWA/s400/adorableblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Include the award logo in your blog or post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nominate as many blogs which you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Si1YsM5sKtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NipBZvkm8Bg/s1600-h/blogqueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345025849159330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Si1YsM5sKtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/NipBZvkm8Bg/s400/blogqueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;List 7 things that make you awe-summm and then pass to 7 bloggers that you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make sure to tag your recipients and let them know that they have won! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also link back to the Queen that tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I play Xbox Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I know stuff about cars. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I'm always there for my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I'm the mother of one...........Volkswagen Rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I won 2nd place @ a car show last year for my class. ((A5 Stock))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I'm retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) I'm me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now to tag 7 ladiies;;you get both awards because you're all pretty damn awesome &amp;amp;&amp;amp; all you're blogs are adorable. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Calixta.Jive @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanspellkonfusionwithak.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Call Me Captain Backfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) LiLu @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Live It, Love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Georgette @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://canthardlywait38.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't Hardly Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Bon Don @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/?zx=9282cc766d36a569"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who Throws A Cupcake? Honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Desert Rat @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mybuggabutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Runaway Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Marissa @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mariskris.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Shared Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) YGIU@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lgradie.typepad.com/yourgirlfriendisugly/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Girlfriend Is Ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congrats Ladiies, you are amazing! Thanks for reading! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1852071536858185655?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1852071536858185655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1852071536858185655' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1852071536858185655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1852071536858185655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/awards.html' title='Awards!!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/Si1YANFCeWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sVTcfruOtWA/s72-c/adorableblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8122703248159682388</id><published>2009-06-08T13:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:33:40.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good afternoon, well it'd be a better afternoon if it wasn't Monday, but what the hell are we gonna do? Erase Monday I say! Name it something else! Anyway...onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after I got out of work I went home and laid in my bed watching Spongebob(( i know im awesome)) as I waited for CM ((the old bestie)) to get outta work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to her house to pick her up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; go to Old Navy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Wally World.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-on the ride there, we caught up on a bunch of stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-namely her "i feel like i'm stuck in life." feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-she explained to me that everything had become too habitual...that she wished she could just wake up every morning and say, "what would i like to do today?" and do it. ((wishful thinking my dear))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-she also told me how she felt things between her and her boiifriend were getting pretty boring/crappy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-they both have money to do more exciting stuff then they're apparent movies &amp;amp;&amp;amp; dinner routine but it seems he doesn't want to budge &amp;amp;&amp;amp; do anything that costs more than 50 bucks.((LB and I are broker than broke but we refuse to have a boring summer of trying to save money and get no where))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-she also told me he doesn't really compliment her anymore, which I in turn said, "well maybe he feels the need not to, because he doesn't feel like he needs to impress anymore." which obvii is most likely true, but i mean yes we all love compliments. i think she's still wishing for prince charming...and i mean like, sweeps her off her feet every damn day of her life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-another thing she told me was that she didn't really see him last week because she was uber stressed. now when im uber stressed or sad or mad or whatever, i wanna see LB because he always makes me feel better! ((but again, shes on the fairytale kick of a lifetime.))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after talking and briefly shopping, i dropped her off and then went to the clarks. ((jay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; amy))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i felt a tad awkward because earlier when amy was texting me and invited me over, i kinda felt like she didn't want me to come without LB..but he was working, so take me as i am woman! ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- we watched we the people vs. larry flint while we waited for LB to get outta work..then had some cheeseburgers and fries. ((something that will undoubtly be a recurring theme all summer, since my friends always seem to cook it))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i woke up around 11am because LB was calling me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-he had to work yet again ((11-4)) because the new GM is a tard face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i chilled out most of the day, dozing off and watching some iCarly. (( i love kid shows! its true!))&lt;br /&gt;-finally i got my lazy butt up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cleaned out my car. Charlie needed a good cleaning..there was crap piled in my trunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that I went to get some food. I was on my way to Wendy's when LB called &amp;amp;&amp;amp; told me he was getting outta work, so I opted for Dunkin Donuts instead. Which is fine because honestly I could live on bagels &amp;amp;&amp;amp; iced coffee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we chilled out, played some xbox &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then went to Wally World to get a bday card for my younger brothers bday. ((which is today!! HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY BRO!!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we went to the package store &amp;amp;&amp;amp; got some smirnoff &amp;amp;&amp;amp; beer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was time to go to Chris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Leah's ((cue battle music))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got there, hellos were exchanged, her friend came over who is actually dating Ty, this kid I've known since high school..who's LB's friend from Florida's brother. ((small world damnit!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we all chilled out, then I played some Wii Fit. Nothing like a video game telling you, you're obese in BMI standards &amp;amp;&amp;amp; that you weigh 171 to make you want to run around the block tonite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-honestly I think I weigh between 160-165. Which means I still am about 20-25 lbs overweight. ((damnit again!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then I played some Guitar Hero with LB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-had some kabobs..which were awesome..and somehow in the meantime every little ounce of hate between Leah and myself went away..the next thing I know, I'm walking down the street with her to the gas station talking about life like nothing happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we then procedded to throw marshmellows off her third floor apartment deck..at cars..((haha)) which seeded our friendship again! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32fe9e4fdc3ce862" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32fe9e4fdc3ce862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331733100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53B9D3C493E4D617AEA0B3A4CD15E36E75AD714A.63346AF7EB01B01ACF36535C029469AEDD535FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32fe9e4fdc3ce862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRFAIadgXdgbBkRJKB0t3brV0oSM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32fe9e4fdc3ce862%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331733100%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53B9D3C493E4D617AEA0B3A4CD15E36E75AD714A.63346AF7EB01B01ACF36535C029469AEDD535FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32fe9e4fdc3ce862%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRFAIadgXdgbBkRJKB0t3brV0oSM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((this a video of Tom &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Paul ((half nakie)) being retarded with straws!! And Amandas in there too.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up around 11am again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got dressed &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went downstairs to enjpy some birthday pie for my bros bday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-yes that's right he wanted an apple pie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we sang, gave cards &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then it was off to LB's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we chilled out &amp;amp;&amp;amp; then went to get Swan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to Lowe's so that LB could return something for his mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then to the doggie park so Mulli could run free with his other dog companions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then to the video game store to find moi a new game to play since I was getting bored of Call of Duty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we looked &amp;amp;&amp;amp; looked &amp;amp;&amp;amp; looked whilst having a convo with our favorite employee there, whos name I cannot remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-finally we settled on getting the Bigs ((again)). It's a baseball game..and I really enjoyed it..so I was excited to get it again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we dropped the pup off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went to the grocery store, where LB and I argued over using the scanner till Swan went, "wait wait, so both of you have used it before?" "Well I haven't, so hand it over." ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that it was back to LB's to play some video games, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; make some tacos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we took Swan home..came back &amp;amp;&amp;amp; played 1 vs. 100, then LB went to sleep &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I played some more video games &amp;amp;&amp;amp; went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as usual, it was a pretty good weekend! This upcoming Saturday I know that we will be going to Swan's to have a bbq..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I think that's about it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm super excited about next month because I'm going to Jersey for a day &amp;amp;&amp;amp; a half. I will be going to Englishtown Raceway in Englishtown, NJ for Waterfest 15!!! ((woot woot)) Obvii a VW car show..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; a big one too! I didn't go last year because I ended up going to Florida as many of you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I'm going! And of course I will blog about it..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Also, I know I did not start my new blog series "What I Love" Fridays because I caught up with work &amp;amp;&amp;amp; making my myspace page for&lt;/span&gt; xbox. It will start this Friday 6/12**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8122703248159682388?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=32fe9e4fdc3ce862&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8122703248159682388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8122703248159682388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8122703248159682388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8122703248159682388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7756575564150407846</id><published>2009-06-05T09:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:34:11.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bon Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Please get outta your funk soon. And since you'd like me to elaborate on the story of Amy, I shall. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously posted LB has known the Clarks ((Jay &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Amy)) forever. They didn't talk for about 3 or 4 yrs...and then one day they contacted each other. ((I don't remember how or when to be honest)). Soon enough though, we'd spend weekends over there, playing with the pups, drinking, talking, watching movies, setting off some fireworks. Occasionally, we would &amp;amp;&amp;amp; still do take trips to Dave and Busters in NY. We also have an awesome ((yearly)) tradition of going down to PA to pick up the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy has really become one of my best friends. =) ((again)) Since shes known LB forever, she will no matter what take his side. ((which is fine)) When I broke up with him, she stopped talking to me. She never said anything mean, just stood by LB when he was totally heartbroken. ((again, im a douche)). And the other week, after we all hung out again, she said it felt like me and her had broken up when LB and I broke up. But, she's happy having me back in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Excuse me while I'll interuppt this important blog story..DMB is on the radio..thery're in CT tonite..can someone please kill me now. I HATE THEM!..story for another time..lol))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodle, the four of us really get along well. The Clarks both agree that the four of us get along the best because we are pretty close in age. I believe that Amy is 24 and Jay is 23. ((24 on Halloweenie)). As I said, they own their own home..its soo adorable! Amy works at her moms bagel shop full-time and Jay works for Tropicana delivering juice all day. I think they've married for almost 3 yrs now. They're a very sweeet couple, but the one thing people do comment on, is how old they act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny to watch them sometimes. They almost act like the parents who have been married well past 20 yrs. They fight, make fun of each other, and oddly don't really touch. They throw dinner parties, go to picnics, etc. LB hopes we don't turn out like them..no offense I kinda hope not either..I like being young and sassy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel like this post is just a big lump of mess..so please, if you any questions, lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****By the way, today I'm starting a new weekly feature called "What I Love" Fridays. I'll explain it all in the introductory post.******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7756575564150407846?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7756575564150407846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7756575564150407846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7756575564150407846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7756575564150407846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-friend.html' title='The Best Friend.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-596112276960529022</id><published>2009-06-04T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:35:07.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Jumped in the Pool After A Beer And In the Process, Killed My Phone."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**WARNING LONG POST**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan said the above quote. ((lol)) That's what happened in OCMD when he went. Silly drunk people! He now has a new phone. It's all good. Onward, with the other exciting ((not really I lied)) news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, I sent Leah a myspace message. It was nice and friendly..what she sent back was nice and friendly. She said Dan and I should come over on Saturday, so I can do that. I was the bigger person and gave in..so I can be an even bigger person and forgive but never forget what she said about me..or how she tried to personally attack me. I just have issues with girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given my trust and all to one and in turn I've:&lt;br /&gt;a) been told I was a shitty friend by my best friend in high school of 8 yrs because her bf treated her like crap and she didn't like that I didn't agree with how he treated her. ((4 yrs later and a lot of abuse they finally broke up))&lt;br /&gt;b) been stabbed in the back by this girl I spent bascially everyday with for a year, who decided that the boii I broke up with just the night before, would be a good booty call ((I was trying to get back with him too!))&lt;br /&gt;c) had another best friend talk crap about me to my bestie ((she sorta isnt anymore again)) while they played tennis every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;d) had j.dubs talk crap about me, and bascially make me feel like I was never ever wanted around.&lt;br /&gt;e) had a friend who used me primarily for rides to "run" her errands, visit or find her now ex bf, and go to the pike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see why I have a lot of guy friends. No matter what they've been there for me. They've come in and out of my life, but I know there's a select few ((my brothers)) who I can count on. I'm not going to say I'm not entirely not to blame either. I'm sure I've done things that people don't like..but I try my hardest to be the best friend to someone and usually ((recently)) I've just gotten shit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been times when it's been me, and three other boiis in my car. Usually LB, Swan, and someone else. And sometimes I feel like someone is just gonna scream out that I'm a whore, but in fact the only person I "do" things with as you know is LB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I currently have a couple of gfs and one best friend. Unfortunately, the bestie is longer "the bestie." As you know, we made up and such, but we both just are kinda in our own little relationship world. Which is no big deal, I'm sure I'll see her more when she moves in with her bf in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current best friend is Amy. Even though, after LB and I broke up Amy and I pretty much broke up, we know have our relationship back on track! She's a sweet caring woman who's married to her high school sweetheart, who at 23 own there own house, and have 2 wonderful dauschand pups ((charlie and peanut)) and who in the next 9 mnths will try and have conceive! She is and always has been a good friend. The only thing though is no matter what would happen between me and LB, she would always take his side. Which is fair, because they have known each other forever. ((the 3 of em)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending some more time with PA Lover, something that kinda dropped off when her and J.Dubs started hanging out all the time. And she was hanging out with this chick Kendall for a while too. I think she just kinda floats between gfs and that's totally understandable..she's that type of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some juicy news: apparently J.Dubs and Lou are most likely going to break up. Apparently they had a big blow out Friday before they left for OCMD, and now I guess Lou is going home to Rhode Island ((where he's from)) for the week..the week they took off together mind you. I guess they were supposed to go to PA with PA Lover and Lil B this weekend, and apparently that's when J.Dubs told Pa Lover, who told me. Judging by their statuses on FB though, I kinda felt like it was coming. They were a decent couple, but time and time again, J.Dubs would flip on Lou if she didn't get her way or he did something stupid ((like step on her shoes!!)). And he would flip on her, if things didn't go his way. I think they "settled" for each other, which is the worse..in my opinion. Who knows if Lou will return next week and they'll patch it, or if moving on will be done. Either way, I'm staying "neutral." In a way I think the break-up is a long time coming but on the other hand, they've been together for a quite a bit of time, and should be able to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry about the uber longgg post!!!!!!!! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-596112276960529022?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/596112276960529022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=596112276960529022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/596112276960529022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/596112276960529022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-jumped-in-pool-after-beer-and-in.html' title='&quot;I Jumped in the Pool After A Beer And In the Process, Killed My Phone.&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5844841764639853924</id><published>2009-06-01T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:17:35.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pretty Sure That I Laughed At the Expense of Your Heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>It's Monday morning, ya know what that means! Weekend Recap time! ((woot woot)) ::insert clap here::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got outta work at 5 per usual. then it was off to my LBs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went and picked up the pup at doggie daycare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was off to the grocery store to get some stuff to make taco dip&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-made some taco dip for dinner and played some xbox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-some cuddling was done and some watching of the Disney Channel. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was home and to sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up at 930&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got ready and then it was off to LB's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got everything we needed and then left for Charlie's appt for his oil change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then at noon it was off to Boston!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got there around 215, and by the time we parked it was almost 3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went to the science center which was pretty cool. we didn't really stop and do alot though because it was already 3pm and they close at 5pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so we did as much as we could..and then headed over to the Galleria Mall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we hit up Borders because we needed to check out a map and figure out what the hell we were going to do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that we took the Green Line (T) to Prudential Center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-walked around there a little bit and then had some dinner at the California Pizza Kitchen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that we went back to the parking garage and left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-while we were in the science center, leah called, apparently she was inviting us over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB txted her boyfrrreeen and said we would not be over because by the time we got home it was 1115.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-played some video games, and I was so tired, I ended up staying at LBs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-which sleeping there sucks! because he has a twin bed. and I was pushed against the wall..and mulli ((his dog)) was making it hott, because he always has to lay between us at the end of the bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got up around 9am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hung out for a little then it was off to do errands for his mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went to Lowes to get exchange a hose, get some Preen, and a broom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then off to Stop &amp;amp; Shop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-its our local grocery store. and now they have scanners! its uber cool. you bascially get your bags ((we have the recycleable ones)) and then you scan and bag at the same time! like, say you want a can of mushrooms. you pick up the can, scan it, and bag it. and right there on the scanner is what you've "purchased" so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then you bring to the self checkout or regular checkout ((doesnt matter)) and scan the barcode and it puts you're order in! then you just pay and leave, and you're all set!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-after that, we dropped the food off and then it was off to wings so LB could pick up his schedule..which didn't go so well. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-apparently there's a new GM, because the old one "wasn't do anything right" and was moved down to a manager and then all of a sudden he was gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-and well apparently the new GM didn't bother to put LB on the schedule because they only met once and the new GM doesn't know LB that well and didn't know his availability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-and apparently the new GM doesn't know how to do his job because he never bothered to call LB ((which I think it the RIGHT way to handle it)) and ask him what his availability was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-so LB went in there around 6 last night and talked to him and the GM said all that crap..and then gave him Friday from 5-slow ((whenever it gets slow)) and 11-4 on Saturday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and also made a very unprofessional comment about how he thinks the place runs better with the old GM gone. ((douche!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-but yet, I don't think it will fair any better, probably wayyy worse because a)he's being unfair with scheduling, he moved Amanda ((LB's other best friends gf)) to phones so now she's making way less because she can't collect tips. b)he decided it was better to have only 3 cooks, and only one on Friday nights..like wtf?! and c) he just seems douche baggish, like to the point where I think he would not even let a driver come up if they were super slow. ((i live out of the delivery area apparently))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-anyway, before that, we had taken mulli to the doggie park where he made a new friend, otis the pug. everytime i would throw the ball, mulli and the pug took off together...then they laid in the shade together...it was super cute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then we ate some dinna, played some video games, and then went to the bar for a bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-my favorite bar tender/owner was working..and it was super quiet. i really enjoyed it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-jay is a super sweet guy, and we love talking to him. last night, we discussed how he doesn't wanna have kids or get married. i told him he was crazy! he's in this earlier 30s..but hey i guess that's cool either way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-then it was home for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's about it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Also my title has to do with BP, I happened to see his away msg yesterday ((LB has him on his AIM list)) and he's all sad and depressed because his high school gf broke his heart..awwww..wait, did I say high school?! Yes, indeed, he went to her prom Saturday night, fucken creepy. So, I laugh..heheheheh.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5844841764639853924?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5844841764639853924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5844841764639853924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5844841764639853924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5844841764639853924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-pretty-sure-that-i-laughed-at.html' title='I&apos;m Pretty Sure That I Laughed At the Expense of Your Heartbreak.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7943715385742885323</id><published>2009-05-29T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:37:28.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>I just wanna smack LB. As you all know, Leah and I do not get along. As I have stated before she called me a whore on my facebook wall after I started dating BP, and her and LB's best friend's ((Leahs bf)) sister wrote me nasty messages on facebook. I attempted to play volleyball with her last week, and I left upset because the whole time I was met with stares, giggles and inside jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, LB still presses the issue. Yes, I know that everyone else except her don't mind me. But I know Leah will steal Amanda ((LB's other best friends gf)) away and sit in the corner giggling and staring. And the boiis will be playing Wii or drinking together. He thinks I don't know this..he thinks I'm just assuming things, thinks I'm making it worse than it is. I wouldn't mind going if we weren't gonna be stuck in Leah and LB's best friends tiny apartment all night long consuming alcohol. ((Well, probably not me, only because I really have been drinkin more than I wanna. Well more times a week than I wanna.)) I know he wants to see his best friends and spend time with them, but until I feel that Leah won't verbally abuse me or stare at me or say shit..then I want nothing to do with her. LB claims shes not like that..and he defends her like crazy because she helped him during a hard time. ((obvii when I broke his heart))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of feeling guilty and bratty, and like I only want it my way because it's no good any other way. That's not true! It's not like we are going to a party or out somewhere, we are all gonna be in their tiny apartment. I apologize in advance for being screwed over by almost every chick friend I've ever had. ((except Amy..)) I have bad trust issues and I always think everyone is talking about me because I was picked on in middle school so bad. I'm sorry that Absolut doesn't make me feel any better nor that PA Lova does either. I'm sorry the chick practically used to me so she didn't have to be alone at car shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sick of getting mistreated by people and feeling like I have to be forced into trying to amend things before I'm ready. Cause I'm sorry but Leah is a biitch. She was good friends with her bfs sis and that went haywire...and I know a lot of her friendships went downhill..I'm not sure why..but Leah can be pretty bitchy. If he wants to go over there, that's fine..but I could care less to give up my ability to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I feel better. Sorry for ranting. I'm just sick of LB making me  feel like shit and that its all my fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7943715385742885323?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7943715385742885323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7943715385742885323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7943715385742885323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7943715385742885323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8370471647295510410</id><published>2009-05-29T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:13:42.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Bike Could Beat A Ferrari.."</title><content type='html'>Coco texted me that last night after I told him there was a Ferrari at Pig Out. Crotch rocket v. Ferrari? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, before I type anything else, I must tell you about a contest the lovely Far @ &lt;a href="http://everydaysoap.blogspot.com/2009/05/enter-my-thank-you-contest-now.html"&gt;My Everyday Soap (Opera)&lt;/a&gt; is having! She is having a giveaway as a thank-you to everyone who reads her blog! She just became a certified make-up artist and the photos and work she's done is great! So get your booties on over to her blog and enter her contest and check out her work!There's two prizes being given away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my bestie Swan is going to Ocean City MD for Dubs on the Beach ((ya know that thing I was not invited too!?)). Anyways, Swan, LB and I all went out to Pig Out last night for some drinks. Swan tells us that J.Dubs and Lou are short 3 people. So, they need everyone to pay an extra 30 bucks on top of the 70 everyone had already given em before. ((Here weeee goooo...)) Plus, I believe that I read somewhere ((forums btw! lol)) that they want 25 from everyone for food so that they don't have to go out and waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I feel like this weekend is going to turn out just like &lt;a href="http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html"&gt;H20&lt;/a&gt; ((click it!)) did for me and LB. Swan is on his way down now with Mr. West. LB and I already informed Swan whom will inform Mr. West of how it's going go. Bascially, if they don't do exactly what J.Dubs and Lou and Co. wanna do, well then, they will be cast out like D-list celebrities. So, I waiting patiently for a video/picture/text to pop up over my phone this weekend. Cause Mr. West will not deal with that sitting around thing they do. One key=retards going out at midnite=locking others out=probably a fight. That's all I'm saying. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress. So, my dad told me about maybe applying at a volunteer ambulance corps. And I thought, hmmm, maybe I'll look into that. Apparently, there's actually a step before EMT-B which MRT (Medical Response Technician). The MRT is only 250.00 which is alot more feasiable at the moment then the 600.00 EMT-B class. Well, I looked into it and the next town over has MRT classes. They are also willing to reemburse you for that class and the EMT-B class. Unfortunately though, I just missed the MRT class ((it started May 19th)) and there's nothing on the website about any other classes up and coming yet. And there really isn't much in the way of MRT classes..soo hopefully something pops up in the fall. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8370471647295510410?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8370471647295510410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8370471647295510410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8370471647295510410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8370471647295510410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bike-could-beat-ferrari.html' title='&quot;My Bike Could Beat A Ferrari..&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3324843076110133712</id><published>2009-05-28T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:46:36.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup..Money Makes Me Hate Life!!</title><content type='html'>So, I deleted my last post about being uber excited to go to Florida. Why? I STILL CANNOT AFFORD IT! Thanks for the comment &lt;a href="http://xsherix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheri &lt;/a&gt;!!! =) So, Cape Cod is still on. For how long, I'm not sure. Probably like 3-4 days. Oye being poor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend LB and I will actually be taking a little one day trip up to Boston. We're nerdos so we are for sure going to hit up the science museum. Even though I'm a Yankee fan I do prefer visiting Boston as opposed to visting NYC. So much walking and getting nowhere (in my opinion) in New York. Idk, just a personal prefence I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I got for today. Nothing else really going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3324843076110133712?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3324843076110133712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3324843076110133712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3324843076110133712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3324843076110133712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/yupmoney-makes-me-hate-life.html' title='Yup..Money Makes Me Hate Life!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-9124039905961539091</id><published>2009-05-26T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:12:09.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Had This Thought, "I Really Like To Punch Your Volkswagen In the Cunt, Ya Know If It Had One?"</title><content type='html'>Good Tuesday morning everyone. I'm sitting here chillen out at work per usual. Hope everyone had a good weekend! And um excuse me, where are the comments!!! Just playing..kinda. I shall get to my weekend recap in a moment but for now I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like everyday that I'm at work, I am signed into AIM, when an IM pops up from Tim. I've know Tim for about a year now, he's part of AbsolutDubs when he's home. ((he currently goes to school in Boston)). Anway, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM:&lt;br /&gt;"hey"&lt;br /&gt;"hows charlie"&lt;br /&gt;"where were you sunday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good, what was sunday?"&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, charlies good, what was sunday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM:&lt;br /&gt;"Lol thats good."&lt;br /&gt;"j.dubs had people over her house"&lt;br /&gt;"where were you?"&lt;br /&gt;"well iI'm off to class, talk to you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, he signed off, without me able to say a word. I knew j.dubs was having people over, but as you all know, I pretty much dropped outta the dub scene, so I was a) not invited and b) didn't care to show up. I miss Tim, but eh. Fuck em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-got outta work. went to LB's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we decided to call up Jay and Amy ((the ones with the mini dauschands Charlie and Peanut??)) ok nvrmind if you don't member. ((lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we went over there around 730, then peaced out and drove the hour and a half to West Nyack, NY to Dave and Busters!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-we got some foodage, and played some games. LB and I had close to 4000 tickets combined, but we couldn't figure out what the hell to get.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I ended up with a patrick ((from spongebob)) stuffed animal. he's dressed like a pirate! ((lmao))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB ended up getting a mini USB travel kit because it came with a tiny mouse, and he needed it for the laptop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We ended up leaving around 2am, and got home around 315am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then it was to LBs to sleepy, we were pooped.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We woke up around 930am and got ready.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Played Xbox for a while..then went to the bar with his dad to get some lunch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then it was off to my cousin's son's birthday party at my aunt's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chilled out, ate some foodage, and then around 630 we went back to LB's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Justin, Jay and Amy ended up coming over, and the boiis watched silly youtube vids while Amy and I played Sorry! and card games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I haven't seen Justin either in forever. His wife is actually Amy's cousin. And they're prego! They're expecting Grace next month! =) I'm uber excited!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-They left around 1am and it off to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Woke up around 1030am and chilled out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went out for a little while, then came back and mowed the lawn, had some lunch and then went out with the bestie and her bf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We ended up trecking up to Cabela's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Walked around there for a while and then it was back to LB's where I made brownies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Around 9pm we ended up going to Jay and Amy's and watched Paul Blart: Mall Cop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It was a seriously funny movie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Around midnite, we called it a night because LB had to work yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Got home, played a little Xbox and then it off to bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Woke up at 900am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Got everything out to make eggs and bacon. ((now that I think of it I forgot the toast, oopsie))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Made LB breakfast with chocolate milk...(((mmmmmm)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then he was off to work at Subway for 11am-3pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I cleaned up and then it was off to the doggie park in Southington with Mulligan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Stayed there for about 20 mins while he ran around sniffing and running and ewwwieeee slobbering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Took him home, made sure he had enough food and water and that he wouldn't be too hott or cold and then it was home for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Chilled out watching some Full House and such.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then went to visit LB between his jobs.. ((he had to work at Wings for 5pm))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Played some Xbox then went back home to get some fried dough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tried to watch tv but kept falling asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Swan texted me around 7pm saying he was home ((he went to PA for the weekend))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went to LBs for a bit ((he wasn't home, but noooooo way would I do anything with Swan EVER))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then to Wally World, drove around a bit then went back to LBs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB got outta work, then we chilled for about half..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Brought Swan home because he was uber tired and got some gas and then back to LB's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Played some more Xbox and then it was time to go home around 1230.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it! Had an awesome weekend with LB. &lt;333 Possibly going to Primer this weekend in Rhode Island..((car show)). Who knows! Have a great day everyone...won't be posting tomorrow as you know because I don't work Wednesdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-9124039905961539091?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/9124039905961539091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=9124039905961539091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9124039905961539091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9124039905961539091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-this-thought-i-really-like-to.html' title='I Had This Thought, &quot;I Really Like To Punch Your Volkswagen In the Cunt, Ya Know If It Had One?&quot;'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1300992557976030825</id><published>2009-05-22T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:49:52.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm Pretty Sure That..Oh Forget It.</title><content type='html'>Hellooooo again. It's me. The uber, I have no clue. Wow, this is getting no where. I have a lack of thinking ability right now. It's dead quiet in the office. We all have nada to do, a rare feat indeed. So, I think we should all just go home. But, I don't see forsee that happening. Usually the owner would call by now. But, he hasn't. There's approx half an hour left till we find out if there is any sort of hope..after 3pm..forget abouttt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently starring at my arms. I believe they got smaller ((yay!)). I have chicken skin though or exezmea (sp?). I'm going to WebMd it. Well, that was gross. I decided to click on some pics..and honestly..don't ever take a pic of your pimples or skin-whatever up close! SO nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, LB and I were also discussing moving. Like to another state. As you all are well aware of, I have a slight obsession with Florida. Well, LB said he doesn't want Florida to get boring which honestly it would..because he would rather continue to vacation there. He told me to wants to move to the Carolinas. Well, you see, I'd have to be uber close to the beach. They still get 60 days at the coast there. But, I don't know if it's ideal. I'm uber picky..and I just don't think I'd like it. I mean here's the thing. I like Connecticut..I do. But, I just hate winter. And the places I've been in Florida reminds me of here, but just with palm trees instead of pine trees and the beach and flat roads and the beautiful sun and warm weather. &lt;333 So, I don't knoowww, it's still a while away..but its got me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I must go..I have work to do. Love how at 300pm I get work..couldn't just let us go home huh? Damnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1300992557976030825?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1300992557976030825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1300992557976030825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1300992557976030825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1300992557976030825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-im-pretty-sure-thatoh-forget-it.html' title='So, I&apos;m Pretty Sure That..Oh Forget It.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4369461016709430258</id><published>2009-05-22T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:25:29.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate money!</title><content type='html'>So, unfortunately after reviewing the little money I get now..I realize that Florida is a no-go. ='[ LB and I just cannot afford it..we're pretty broke as it is now. ((boo)) If I did put all my money away, I'd have about 80 a week to spend. Which is not a whole heck of a lot for the summer. There's car shows I still want to go too..and the beach...etc etc. ((grrsauce!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then we thought about going to Canada. But then we'd have to get a passport, and the hotel would probably cost a bunch and gas and spending money. ((ugh)) So, we've decided to have a staycation! We're both still gonna take those days off, but we are gonna chill out and go to like Boston or New York, go to some waterparks, maybe an amusement park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Florida will happen during Thanksgiving, like it does every year. Then we won't have to worry about the car rental either because LB's mom will be down there before us, and will have already rented a car, and she'll just allow us to drive it after she leaves. We plan on staying a bit longer than usual this year..and she usually leaves the Monday after the long weekend. So, hopefully I can do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodle, last night LB and I had a  date night. He had driven by this Pirate Mini Golf place that was indoors and glow-in-the-dark awhile ago, so we went there to play..and it sucked! It wasn't dark enough, and you could totally tell the dude that owns it just took some old stuff from other mini golf places and sprayed it in glow-in-the-dark colors. 2 holes were absolutely impossible..which was kinda ridic. Took us like 10 mins to do it. After that, we headed up to the pike to go to Hooters ((all you can eat wings for 10.99)) and I got some shrimp and LB obvii got the wings. Watched a little bit of the Yanks game..LB thought it was funny to LIE to me about my future hubby being on ((Joba Chamberlain)). Then we left and drove arounddd, got some yummy Coldstone shakes and went back to his house and watched some tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend his mom is gone..so we're just gonna chill out and do alot of little free and cheap things. We got into a little tiff yesterday because he said he wouldn't invite his friends over ((something he does everytime his mom leaves)) and I kept saying just do it. He was like well my mom doesn't want people over ((when has that stopped him before!)). The reason why he doesn't want to invite em over is because Leah ((LB's best friends gf)) still doesn't like me. She was the one that called me a whore on facebook after I started dating BP. I tried to be nice on Monday..she was playing volleyball and asked LB to come play. And yea I guess I was invited too. ((Hmpph)) So, at first we didn't wanna go but then Kyle ((this kid he used to work with when he worked at his autobody shop)) like begged us to go. So, we went, Leah was snotty, didn't even say  hi to me..and on top of it, she was gigglin and saying shit and well being 19. So, I told him if he wanted his friends over, I would go and do something else because I'm not going to sit there and be miserable. And don't worry he talked to his best friends about it, and they said they would say something to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't heard of anything..but ohhhh welll I guess. I tried to be nice. I showed her I could be friendly..but ehhh..whateve. I honestly cannot wait for LB and I to move out because then I don't have to deal with his friends and their drunk stupidity and their lack of kindness in NOT inviting certain hoeees to his house. Like um..his ex..or the girl that's liked him forever aka his best friends sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyway that's my rant for today. Hope everyone has a nice weekend and a nice Memorial Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-4369461016709430258?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4369461016709430258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4369461016709430258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4369461016709430258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4369461016709430258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-money.html' title='I hate money!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-3441253300097303293</id><published>2009-05-21T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T13:53:26.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I Have To Put Up With These Two..Alone..In Florida?? Well Then You Can Just Canoodle Together!</title><content type='html'>..haha. That was my response to the my crazii LB and Swan. Those two are a match made in friendship heaven. As you can tell, I'm totally stokkked for Florida. ((wait when aren't I?)) So stoked in fact that I actually cannot wait till mid August. =) Swan and I have been talking about what to do..so I've spent this super boring day looking up stuff. I've been writing it all down..so then the 3 of us can go over it and see what we wanna do..and make a good estimate of the amount of money we will need to bring. Which is more than usual...because I am 23, Swan's 22, and LB's 25. SO, bar hopping! ((Squeal, slightly))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to one bar down there and that was 2 yrs ago..last year I didn't go because Sondra was only 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just had convo with LB...its honestly beennn sooo sloowww here. That I'm kinda nervous I might get laid-off ((intution much?)). I don't know..I just kinda feel like it mite come..I spend most of my days..sitting here online doing nothing! SOooo...I don't know. Vacays still on..but I think we mite not use Orbitz to book it. Eekkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANyway..now my thought process is all off..damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-3441253300097303293?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/3441253300097303293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=3441253300097303293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3441253300097303293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/3441253300097303293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-have-to-put-up-with-these.html' title='So I Have To Put Up With These Two..Alone..In Florida?? Well Then You Can Just Canoodle Together!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-5948427473954878426</id><published>2009-05-19T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:43:22.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Bristol Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/ShK3b8m77FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/iLW3YhfmSfs/s1600-h/Bristol_boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337530199141248082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/ShK3b8m77FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/iLW3YhfmSfs/s400/Bristol_boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on Sunday LB, Swan and I watched Bristol Boys. You've probably never heard of it because it was released right to DVD, but you can rent it from Netflix or buy it at Best Buy or any major electronics store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is based on the true story of the rise and fall of suburan drug (marijuana) dealers who were arrested by the state police and DEA in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thomas Guiry&lt;/strong&gt; who plays Little Man. His creditables include: The Black Donnellys, Law and Order, Black Hawk Down, U-571, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Janowitz &lt;/strong&gt;who plays Corey. His creditables include: Sopranos ((Finn DeTrolio)), Law and Order, and he was the voice for Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast also includes Adrian Martinez, Tammy Trull and Max Casella. It was written and directed by Brandon Davis who is an upcoming producer, editor and director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon David says the movie was inspired by his longtime friends who were arrested in the raid, Kevin Toolen and Miguel Rivera. It was also inspired by his own run in with the law. In all 21 people in surrounding towns were arrested back in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give 4 out of 5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure you guys are wondering what state this takes place in..and where Bristol is. Bristol is in Connecticut and is actually the town I live in. It was filmed both here and in Springfield Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if anyone is interested in seeing my town (=p) then head on over to Netflix or Blockbuster to rent it..or you can find it at Target or Best Buy! Its def. rent worthy if you're interested in crime and drama. It has some good twists and turns and really opens your eyes to the drug problems in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is your movie review for today. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-5948427473954878426?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/5948427473954878426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=5948427473954878426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5948427473954878426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/5948427473954878426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/movie-review-bristol-boys.html' title='Movie Review: Bristol Boys'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/ShK3b8m77FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/iLW3YhfmSfs/s72-c/Bristol_boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-7460691284449238365</id><published>2009-05-18T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:52:11.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap: Bar-Hopping, A Wedding, And Some Corrado Loving!</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! Its Monday which is an ugh, groan, sigh all in itself. I actually have 57 things I need to discuss..so I'm probably going to post *two* posts today! I know, you're all very excited. ((Maybe not?lol)) Anway, onward to the weekend recap! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I picked up Swan after work as usual. We cruised around, visited our fav. store Target and cruised around some more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-At 9pm, we sat stealthily in front of LB's (loverbutt) workplace. ((Ok, not that stealthily..I own a bright red hatchback)).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-He came out..was surprised but excited..I looked fancy ((sorry no pics =()) and we followed him home and scooped him up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we headed up to my hood to get Trav ((he lives 6 houses down)).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We all headed to Sporty's, our fav. old people bar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Watched some baseball and all had a drink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Lil Cuz texted me asking me to come down to Gag's to hang out with her and Marissa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-After all the moans and groans from the boys, we finally got there..it was kinda deserted though, soo I said hi to Lil Cuz and then left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went to the TA truck stop in Southington because of an emergency "I have to peee!" issue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we went to Sliders to get our grub on, but the kitchen was closed ((it was midnite))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So we bounced and got some Taco Bell, and then it was time to head home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I got up around 11am ((I'm uber lazy))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Got ready as best as I could..then went to LB's house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went to the mall, and I picked up a cute green tank topesque shirt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Went back to his house, I got all ready..we waited forever for Paul and Amanda..and then it was off to New Britain for a weddding!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB's, Paul's and Amanda's co-worker "Cookie" was getting married to Jose. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-At first, I was kinda miserable. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I didn't know anyone..besides the people I came with, and the people were less than impressionable ((at first, honestly))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB and I kinda bickered about it, and after a 2 cigarette smoke break it was back inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then I got some Cap'n in me. ((that sounds so bad!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Had a shot of straight ((warm)) vodka..ick! with one of the groomsmen and everyone else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Danced retardly..and kept worrying about how we were gonna get home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Thankfully Amanda didn't really drink. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-But by the time we left, I was completely sober.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We left around 1115.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Took Amanda home first and had to go thru a D.U.I checkpoint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Hate cops in general..so I did get a little bit nervous..but I was fine, so I had nothing to worry about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-After that, we went to Taco Bell..then the gas station for cigs, then Dunkin Donuts for meee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then home to snuggle with my LB and go to bed. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Woke up around 830&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Watched some tv&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-LB helped me settle all my finances. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-He paid off my VS Angel card.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I wanted to smack him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-But I know he's trying to help.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So now I only have my Capitol One card to pay off and 200 I owe LB.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Not tooo bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we went to my house, so I could change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Was talking to my rents and they told me to go to the corporate Sprint store in Canton, because I wanted a new phone and I saw a deal online for the Samsung Rant for absolutely FREE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So we went down there, and ta-da they honor all online specials, promotions, etc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So, now I actually have a phone with a keyboard! =))) ((AND FOR FREE!!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then it was back to his house, because Paul and him needed to pick some mulch for LBs mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We all packed into Paul's truck and went to get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The boys did all the mulch spreading and whatnot as I sat there with LB's doggie, Mulligan. ((Boston Terrier ftw!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-His mom kept walking by saying, "Just gonna sit there and be lazy, huh Missy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I just nodded yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-It's not that I don't want to help..but just because I'm you're sons gf, doesn't mean I should be doing yardwork..I have in the past..but I'm a guest at her house..soo she should nto expect me to do chores! ((again I have in the past))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-After that, LB and I went grocery shopping for his ma! ((seeee lol))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-She's the strangest eater ever, so she just kinda picks at stuff..so there's never any REAL meals in the house..and she only wanted us to spend 40..her stuff was about 20. 20 for real meals?! ((the thing is, they aren't poor! not even close!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-So we ended up having to use 27 of our own money. We got some hot dogs, taco dinner kit, some sauce for pasta...and and lettuce!, croutons and FAT FREE italian dressing! For snacks we got some rice cakes, some bagel crisps, and I forgot what else..oh yea grapes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We are trying to eat healthy now-a-days..and it's kinda hard when we don't live together. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-After that, we chilled out and then went to get Swan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-We went to Friday's for dinner because they had a $5 all sandwiches special. I got a BBQ chicken wrap which still counts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Then we went back to LB's to watch Bristol Boys ((movie review in the next post!!!))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Played some Xbox, then it was time to bring Swan and myself home. =(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall it was a pretty awesome weekend! Oh, and I must comment on the 13 wks status I had on my FB last week for &lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bon Don&lt;/a&gt;. (lol) No, I'm not preggo or anything like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually ((probably going)) on vacay to Florida!!!! with LB and Swan. I really really wanted to go to Cali to visit Bon Don and Desert Rat but right not now it's just not feasiable. It's almost double the price..=( But fear not! I will come down later this year or early next year! Promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes Aug 13th-18th I will down in beautiful Clearwater, Florida with Swan and LB. LB's mamma dukes has a condo we can stay at for free, and doing the Orbitz package for 3 pple is like 250 per person for rental car and flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we will be hittin up Orlando, to visit a friend from high school. And possibly Deefield Beach ((yes again!)) to visit Firefighter Fred and possibly Siqness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not ladiies, right when I come back, I will be saving up money for a Cali trip to see you guys and meet everyone..and partiii!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-7460691284449238365?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/7460691284449238365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=7460691284449238365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7460691284449238365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/7460691284449238365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-recap-bar-hopping-wedding-and.html' title='Weekend Recap: Bar-Hopping, A Wedding, And Some Corrado Loving!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-1804452986322959762</id><published>2009-05-14T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:16:10.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He Gives Me a Reason to Live. Him and All Those Stank Ass Hoes.</title><content type='html'>The above title is a quote from "Grandma's Boy." If you haven't seen Grandma's Boy, you totally should! It's about a video game tester, who smokes lots of weed, hangs out with his friends and creates a game which a "prodigy" at the gaming company he works for, rips off. Of course, there's a happy ending, he gets the game back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not into weed and video games? Is Nick Swardson delicious enough for you then? He certainly is for meeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Swardson,&lt;br /&gt;  If you come across this blog, please know we can talk about that time at your comedy show where I may or may not have thrown my lacy pink bra at you. I know you were kinda creeped out, and even more so when you saw the note attached reading: "Please get into my pants immediately to save yourself from salvation." Oh, and don't worry about the guy next to me..he's just my boyfriend and he said I could have one free hump. He really didn't mean to have that "death stare" look like he was Darth Vader or something. Anyway, I promise it won't happen again, so please don't send your 6'6 black body guard to escort me out, I really enjoy your comedy, and I swear I'm not a sketchy character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that really didn't happen. (yet) I have yet to see Mr. Swardson. Apparently, he was supposed to come to UCONN and I didn't even know! I read a bulletin he posted on Myspace saying the show was cancelled. ((woo)) So now I diligently check to see if he's coming around. So, if and when he does, please donate to my bail money fund, because I may go to jail for trying to hump him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN totally kidding. ((heheheh))&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I went to Pig Out with Swan, Trav &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my ex bestie, who know is my bestie again. We made up obvii. I missed her uber much and def. need her in my life. &lt;33 Everything's like old times again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoodle, we went to Pig Out because a waitress works there named Aimee who Swan's interested in. It was "Tip-A-Pig" night, which was hosted by the Renegade Bikers. They were raising money for the boobies! As one of the guys said. Trav is a new old edition in my life. He actually lives 5 houses down from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan, Trav and I all rode the same bus together. ((woot woot)) Rte. 9 ftw or lose, however you see fit. Anyway, Swan and I became close again because he was chilling with the veedub crew I was in. ((Absolut, lol)) Trav and Swan had always pretty much maintained their friendship so it was no surprise when Trav came last week and this week again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to catch up with him..and it's nice to chill with the "hood crew" again. =) I also got the opportunity to go for a nice ride on the back of Trav's sexxi black motorcycle. ((crotchrocket)) I wore a helmet ((courrrsee!!)) and we drove around the block. As his 1/16 sister ((he called me that! lol)) it was cool. The hood crew is def. like family, and so I automatically become their sister again..they my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and the bestie ((again)) and of course loverbutt are the 5 most impt pple in my life. My brothers ((Swan Trav &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Lil B)) are the three men that I know would always no matter what, would have my back. My bestie ((sister)) of course, no matter how much we fight, I know she will be another to always have my back. I couldn't ask for 4 better "family" members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course loverbutt, he's my rock, my best friend..and the love of my life and I couldn't ask for any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I cannot forget &lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bon Don&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://icanspellkonfusionwithak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Calixta.Jive&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://mybuggabutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desert Rat&lt;/a&gt;. These ladiies have become 3 of the best blogger friends a girl could have, and I hope to come out to Cali soon to meet all 3 of you! Thank you for all the words of encouragement and love! You guys rock my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy as a clam. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-1804452986322959762?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/1804452986322959762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=1804452986322959762' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1804452986322959762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/1804452986322959762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-gives-me-reason-to-live-him-and-all.html' title='He Gives Me a Reason to Live. Him and All Those Stank Ass Hoes.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8286262158954038041</id><published>2009-05-12T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:05:10.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee=My Happy Pill.</title><content type='html'>This morning I was in a super irritated mood. I have no clue why! I think it had to do with the fact that whenever I hand in folders to my boss, she kinda gives em all back at once..so it kinda gets me all freaked out...especially if I mess em up. ((which isnt rare!)) But, its usually just little things..or mainly know, questions for the project managers who wrote em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm..what to talk about?! Well, loverbutt and myself made some yummy dinner last evening. We had some boneless pork chops..and he put breadcrumbs and some spices together and then fried it in a pan. It was uber yummy. I made some ((boxed, lmao)) mashed potatoes and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played some Xbox, Uno Rush=LOVE LOVE LOVE! And hung out and watched some Disney. ((yup we're avid watchers..heheheh)) Then I went home and to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, he's inviting his friends over. Which I'm a little nervous about. I'm not really liked by them but not really hated either. They aren't happy with me is the best way to put it. Which is totally understandable. I did break loverbutts heart into a million pieces a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever admitted this to you guys. But, me and loverbutt were kinda on the fritz..and I had been hanging out with BP right when I got home from h20. Loverbutt couldn't reach me on my phone..soo he waited at my house ((something I HATE!)) and he asked me where I was and what I had been doing, and I kept screaming at him to get outta my yard. ((Something I cry about everytime I think about it)) He really wouldn't leave, so at 2am, BP drove the 20 mins to my house..and came and sat with me..till loverbutt got in his car and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I'm crying now. It's something I HATE to think about. Something I hate to talk about. I absolutely HATE hurting people and knowing that he got into the car, and drove away crying his eyes out as I was hugging BP devastated me. Honestly. It was one of the worse things I've ever done to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the time, my heart led me to that jackass, which ultimately caused me to have major karma, and get fucked and get my heart broken too. ((except bp was not kind about it.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying my best to show and prove to loverbutt that I will never do that to him again. He's my best friend, my rock, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was walking thru the grocery store, when I heard this guy talking on his cell phone, and he said something along the line of, "If they come back to you, you're meant to be." I smiled to myself, knowing that was so true at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry tears of joy thinking about him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I..and I'm so glad I stepped up and let my heart do the talking..instead of letting my head talk to me..and tell me, but wait! You haven't dated around enough..who cares! I have all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8286262158954038041?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8286262158954038041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8286262158954038041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8286262158954038041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8286262158954038041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/coffeemy-happy-pill.html' title='Coffee=My Happy Pill.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8236290119358530393</id><published>2009-05-11T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:15:12.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr.</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone! So, I just got to work today, and immediately one of the project managers ((i work for a restoration company)) was like, "you need to get allstate out." I told him I couldn't because my office manager is out today and she needs to double check the estimates..which she hadn't done yet, since she's been out since last wednesday afternoon with pneumonia..and I wasn't here since you guys know, I no longer work Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now he's in a pissy mood about us being on red light, like it's my fault that my boss has been out. And like it's my fault that my boss made the rule that only she could check the estimates..and the project managers can NOT at all. They cannot tell us to send something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I left a comment on all the overdue estimates saying that my boss is out. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So, usually I do a weekend recap. But, instead I have really awesome news. I know &lt;a href="http://mybuggabutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desert Rat&lt;/a&gt;, my west coast Auntie will be excited! I am back with the ex. [[[SAY WHAT!?!]]] I know, random right, since I just about 4 days ago, named the reasons why I couldn't be. Well, I did some hardxcore thinking..and decided that I really do love him, and I really am happy with him. =D I think a part of me, just wanted to deny my feelings because I felt as though I haven't really been out in the dating scene.  I also think a part of me was scared to admit that me and him will be forever..and maybe realizing that I do want to be his wifey scared the crap outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Friday night, I went over..and I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something about being his girlfriend..and he was like that's not funny..and I said I wasn't joking! He was like ok you wanna go on a date? And I said no I want to be your girlfriend. He then asked me to his girlfriend. So, I've been with him all weekend. We had a lot of fun..and I'm very happy with my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, he's still a lil timid..but I'm gonna show him how much I really love him. &lt;33 He also told me I had to work for my engagement ring back and that he wants to ask me when I least expect it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only issue I'm having with him, is his lack of saying "I Love You" first. I dunno why..but you think he would, because he was so in love with me ((not trying to be cocky!)) and wanted to get back with me so bad. And now, I feel like I"m more into this than he is. I am a tad afraid that maybe I'm not all he wants anymore..and I hope he doesn't end it ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my awesome news! =) Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8236290119358530393?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8236290119358530393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8236290119358530393' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8236290119358530393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8236290119358530393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr.'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-9220406732462097727</id><published>2009-05-08T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:53:31.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is...</title><content type='html'>My West Coast Mommy &lt;a href="http://bondonisbored.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bon Don&lt;/a&gt; has won my 200th post giveaway! Thru the very intense process on Random.org, you were all given a number (1-5) and it went in order how you left a comment. I pressed generate and ta-da! #2 was selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, west coast mommy please email me with your addy so I can send you the wonderful Barnes and Nobles $25 giftcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone who left me a comment, I promise another giveaway is in the works! And thank you again for taking the time to read my blog ((i know i biitch ALOT)) and leaving me you're kinda words! It really means alot..I hope to blog till my fingers can blog no more! ((ok maybe nott..but it was a nice thought!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-9220406732462097727?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/9220406732462097727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=9220406732462097727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9220406732462097727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/9220406732462097727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is...'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-4109687134284302189</id><published>2009-05-07T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:08:26.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Chrissy</title><content type='html'>I just found out what happened. This girl I went to high school with, Chrissy, is what they call her was killed in a car accident yesterday. Death seems to follow me. To be God honest, I will dream about someone close to me dying, and the next day someone I know or knew is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had a blurred dream about getting into an accident, I was still half asleep but the thought process came. I quickly opened my eyes, squeezed them shut and let the thought go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swan was kinda freaking out in the car all day..tellin me that being a car still kinda scares him. Him and Lil B were involved in an accident where a woman came flying around a corner in her SUV in snowy weather and smashed into the front end of Lil B's car. Luckily, they weren't seriously injured, Lil B had a concussion and Swan had a broken leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday he kept saying the things he thought when he was driving, it didn't freak me though. We went on doing some errands and such. We were headed home and up Rt. 69 (I live off of it pretty much, as well as Swan does) as usual..I happened to look down at the clock and it read 420. I laughed commenting on the time..drove Swan home..and then myself. Arrived home at 427.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night I found out Chrissy passed away. I didn't know how till I looked on Channel 3 news and found the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLCOTT, Conn. -- Police said a crash in Wolcott on Wednesday afternoon forced them to close a portion of Route 69.&lt;br /&gt;Police said the crash occurred in the area of 955 Wolcott Road/Route 69 at about 4:25 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Police said a 2000 Dodge Neon was traveling north when the driver, 23-year-old Christina, of Bristol, lost control of the vehicle and crossed into the southbound lane.&lt;br /&gt;A 1994 Chevy van driven by a man, identified as 56-year-old Roger , of Wolcott, in the southbound lane then struck the right side of the Neon.&lt;br /&gt;Christina was killed in the crash.&lt;br /&gt;The road was expected to be closed through rush hour, police said.&lt;br /&gt;Police said the incident is under investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I took out the last names.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its probably just coincidence. But, its still scary to know, that I travelled up that same road no less than 5 mins earlier..went home..and life went on. It saddens me to know she's gone now, she was a funny kinda person, always smiling. Although I didn't spend a lot of time getting to know her, I will remember her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Chrissy. You will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{Another life lost, another last goodbye.}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-4109687134284302189?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/4109687134284302189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=4109687134284302189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4109687134284302189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/4109687134284302189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-chrissy.html' title='R.I.P. Chrissy'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3400969046214359537.post-8578516305229699214</id><published>2009-05-07T08:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:15:45.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#200!!!</title><content type='html'>So, this is my 200th post!! ((woot woot)) I totally forgot that I won't be posting on Wednesdays anymore due to the fact that I don't work em anymore. =( For now though. Hopefully not forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the birthday bash..which turned into more of a birthday flop. Only Pa Lova, Lil B, J.Dubs and Lou showed up for Swan and I.. Thatskinnykid couldn't make out, and you know Coco's unreliable sooo. It was an okay time..I spent most of it quiet due to the fact that J.Dubs and Pa Lova are pretty much best friends now. A bunch of times, PA Lova asked me what's wrong or commented on how quiet I've been lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna talk to her in public about it..so I just said, "Yeah I know." ((Clever I know)) J.Dubs made it a point ((for the one millionth time)) to tell everyone how excited she is to go to PA the first week of June with PA Lova and Lil B. Then they started talking about it right in front of Swan and I! ((thanks guys))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfortunately I think my friendship with PA Lova is pretty much over, she isn't really there as a friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news..I've decided to take on a second job. Yes, that's right, a little part-time retail job. For two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1-I need more money. I need to pay off my credit card/VS card.&lt;br /&gt;Reason#2- I want to take the EMT-B class ((Emt basic)) and it is $700.00! ((holy crap, right!)) It's $600.00 for the class with a $100.00 deposit. But, you get all your textbooks and supplies. Not to mention you have to pay out of pocket for two of the big exams. ((sighh))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something in the medical field. But, nursing is way too much work with not enough time. You have to do in a certian amount of time..and I just cannot do that due to work. I seriously have been contiplating ((sp?)) selling Charlie, and buying something I can actually afford and have a ton of money left over each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I smacked myself. Charlie's my baby! No way, no how will I sell him! So, now I am going to take the EMT-B and get certified for that..and then sign up for Paramedic classes at a community college. ((YAY!))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I need/want to do..and I'm gonna do it. No if ands or butts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also went out with that guy I met on Match. com again. We went to the movies, Tuesday night and saw the X-Men Wolverine one. Liev Schriber is sooo effin hawwwwttt. ((mmmm hump me!)) So, that went pretty well. And last night, I went and stopped by his house before Swan and I went to our bday bash..and played with Raven and just chilled out. So, who knows what will happen there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its on to pick up a second job. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3400969046214359537-8578516305229699214?l=bunnnichick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/feeds/8578516305229699214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3400969046214359537&amp;postID=8578516305229699214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8578516305229699214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3400969046214359537/posts/default/8578516305229699214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bunnnichick.blogspot.com/2009/05/200.html' title='#200!!!'/><author><name>Nickie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lGfz8QkEh0A/SiBJ3weHvJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jtODb2vY4HM/S220/l_2d7ff86825e244a49154ec19aeed8d48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
