<?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-4106838531281111864</id><updated>2012-02-02T01:51:09.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my world......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>712</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8856520399495030042</id><published>2012-02-01T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:32:53.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just want to have fun</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, I would like to introduce you to some of my oldest friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHg6fhJ8PKQ/Tyk8GjQCO5I/AAAAAAAACso/wAGlN4GNytg/s1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHg6fhJ8PKQ/Tyk8GjQCO5I/AAAAAAAACso/wAGlN4GNytg/s320/Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704156486280821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look fun? These girls have known me for many years. See the girl in the tan coat? I've known her since 5th grade. We played basketball together. And I met the two blondes at church camp when I was in middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, if these girls could post on my blog they would have some good stories for you. However, they can't so the stories with stay with me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I count myself lucky that I still see friends from back in the day. They truly are a blessing to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8856520399495030042?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8856520399495030042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8856520399495030042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8856520399495030042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8856520399495030042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/02/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='Girls just want to have fun'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHg6fhJ8PKQ/Tyk8GjQCO5I/AAAAAAAACso/wAGlN4GNytg/s72-c/Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5625165839513157914</id><published>2012-01-31T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:01:23.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Wallace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSSiFXhPwPM/TygrsVnpyrI/AAAAAAAACsE/esuWdUrFEHE/s1600/BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSSiFXhPwPM/TygrsVnpyrI/AAAAAAAACsE/esuWdUrFEHE/s320/BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856968782432946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, is a sad day in my world. This morning I learned one of my favorite authors passed away, Bill Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth grade I discovered reading. Basically, the first three years of elementary school I wanted nothing to do with reading. NOTHING! I would spend hours crying over reading a 20 page book. Yes, be happy I wasn't your child. But in fourth grade something clicked in my A.D.D brain. I realized some books were interesting, and some books were pretty funny. Bill Wallace is the man to thank for that my fourth grade transformation.  Below are some of my favorite Bill Wallace books...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41cKw0PLvz8/TygrTXG2c7I/AAAAAAAACrg/rgD23lRCn_c/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-41cKw0PLvz8/TygrTXG2c7I/AAAAAAAACrg/rgD23lRCn_c/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856539684991922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rdU8M9pfAc/TygrYLQEeOI/AAAAAAAACr4/HYX_cmll5MM/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rdU8M9pfAc/TygrYLQEeOI/AAAAAAAACr4/HYX_cmll5MM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856622401779938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POdBTgvOtm0/TygrVydIB7I/AAAAAAAACrs/yziPhe6cquQ/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POdBTgvOtm0/TygrVydIB7I/AAAAAAAACrs/yziPhe6cquQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856581385914290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGNoiVuu_f4/TygrQoGwJyI/AAAAAAAACrU/_ZnpUq4lHBA/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cGNoiVuu_f4/TygrQoGwJyI/AAAAAAAACrU/_ZnpUq4lHBA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856492708374306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bill Wallace for introducing me to the reading world. Lord knows what would have happened if you hadn't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5625165839513157914?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5625165839513157914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5625165839513157914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5625165839513157914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5625165839513157914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/bill-wallace.html' title='Bill Wallace'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSSiFXhPwPM/TygrsVnpyrI/AAAAAAAACsE/esuWdUrFEHE/s72-c/BW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1189063858345769467</id><published>2012-01-27T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T05:56:39.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Sr_u2evGc/TyKpKfd28BI/AAAAAAAACqk/j7cxByjiy5I/s1600/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Sr_u2evGc/TyKpKfd28BI/AAAAAAAACqk/j7cxByjiy5I/s320/flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702306075914989586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, yesterday was Australia Day. Did you know that?  I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big fan of Australia. When I was in college, I spent three weeks in Aussie land.  Actually, it might have been two weeks. No, it was definitely three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my Australian friends, I apologize for not recognizing your holiday on this blog. I do care for you guys. I love Australia! It's one of my favorite places in the world. I appreciate everything you bring to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NQlhgZ_EU0/TyKqwBrw0cI/AAAAAAAACqw/jp39749FsVk/s1600/Alex-O-Loughlin70696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1NQlhgZ_EU0/TyKqwBrw0cI/AAAAAAAACqw/jp39749FsVk/s320/Alex-O-Loughlin70696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702307820266901954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qa04jG_hv6c/TyKsWFhRbFI/AAAAAAAACq8/IQlTK4UgiRI/s1600/Tim%2BTams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qa04jG_hv6c/TyKsWFhRbFI/AAAAAAAACq8/IQlTK4UgiRI/s320/Tim%2BTams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702309573643299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPGUvhGWoO4/TyKs0urYMmI/AAAAAAAACrI/UE3fIun7CPo/s1600/imgres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPGUvhGWoO4/TyKs0urYMmI/AAAAAAAACrI/UE3fIun7CPo/s320/imgres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702310100087616098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Australia Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1189063858345769467?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1189063858345769467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1189063858345769467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1189063858345769467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1189063858345769467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-australia.html' title='I Love Australia'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T7Sr_u2evGc/TyKpKfd28BI/AAAAAAAACqk/j7cxByjiy5I/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2116679362430939044</id><published>2012-01-26T05:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T05:19:55.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Thursday</title><content type='html'>Back in the day my office celebrated Cookie Thursday. Every Thursday we would enjoy a plate of hot, right out of the oven, cookies. It was a great work holiday. I looked forward to it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we no longer celebrate Cookie Thursday. Sad I know. Everyone went and got all Dr. Oz on me. You know, the can/cannots of eating healthy. Cookie Thursday did not make the cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just because I no longer participate in the holiday doesn't mean you should be deprived of Cookie Thursday. Go forward and enjoy this wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjxb8FD9AFI/TyFSeOspGVI/AAAAAAAACqY/ap2EVjTiJ4E/s1600/Chocolate-Chunk-Cookies-Kitchen-Confidante-Cookie-Plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjxb8FD9AFI/TyFSeOspGVI/AAAAAAAACqY/ap2EVjTiJ4E/s320/Chocolate-Chunk-Cookies-Kitchen-Confidante-Cookie-Plate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701929282522650962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's to you Cookie Thursday. A brilliant idea that has slipped through the cracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2116679362430939044?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2116679362430939044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2116679362430939044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2116679362430939044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2116679362430939044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/cookie-thursday.html' title='Cookie Thursday'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jjxb8FD9AFI/TyFSeOspGVI/AAAAAAAACqY/ap2EVjTiJ4E/s72-c/Chocolate-Chunk-Cookies-Kitchen-Confidante-Cookie-Plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7619444988316395535</id><published>2012-01-24T05:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:03:54.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>Do you realize it's been months since I've posted an updated favorite things list? It's true. I'm really falling behind with the blogging. I apologize. To make up for lost time, here is an updated favorite things list. Love them, hate them, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the snow? Oklahoma has not been blessed with a single snow storm. Instead we've been blessed with temperatures in the 60s. I know, I shouldn't complain about temperatures in the 60s, but I like winter. I like my seasons. I'm a firm believer that winter should have winter temperatures. My allegories agree as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00r-qIPnNx8/Tx6y9VQ4ycI/AAAAAAAACqA/KG9JsCDsxKw/s1600/Wallpapers-Wallpapers-nature-wallpaper-snow-wallpaper-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00r-qIPnNx8/Tx6y9VQ4ycI/AAAAAAAACqA/KG9JsCDsxKw/s320/Wallpapers-Wallpapers-nature-wallpaper-snow-wallpaper-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701190945047366082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Stonewall Blueberry Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not tried this jam, you must. It's simply the best in the world. It taste like  fresh blueberries from Maine. True, I have no idea what fresh blueberries from Maine taste like, but I'd like to thing they taste like this jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wht0P8E4_v0/Tx6ysArjQFI/AAAAAAAACp0/FGtJ96DkpGY/s1600/Stonewall%2BBlueberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wht0P8E4_v0/Tx6ysArjQFI/AAAAAAAACp0/FGtJ96DkpGY/s320/Stonewall%2BBlueberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701190647464280146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. My New Slippers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Normally, I am not a fan of overpriced slippers. Now, overpriced work shoes, running shoes, causal shoes...yes. While skiing, Canada Travis and I found ourselves in a pickle. You see, we needed to turn in our ski boots, but we did not bring shoes to wear back to the hotel. Our options were to walk around in socks or buy overpriced slippers. I voted for the slippers because the ground was cold, and I didn't want to get sick. Blogger World, I can safely say I made the right decision. These are comfortable!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFUEW84MTDU/Tx6ypx4q_SI/AAAAAAAACpo/mflktl37L9w/s1600/House%2Bshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFUEW84MTDU/Tx6ypx4q_SI/AAAAAAAACpo/mflktl37L9w/s320/House%2Bshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701190609133042978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. My 1992 Dell Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my laptop is not from 1992. I'm being dramatic. It's actually the laptop I received when going to school for my MBA, back in 2007/2008. A few weeks ago, my laptop died.  The Staples IT guy tried to save her, but she had a virus and there was no hope. RIP Dell laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mei6IUUjGs/Tx6ynsr1BhI/AAAAAAAACpc/6oXQHjO7azc/s1600/Dell_Latitude_Parts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5mei6IUUjGs/Tx6ynsr1BhI/AAAAAAAACpc/6oXQHjO7azc/s320/Dell_Latitude_Parts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701190573377259026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Bebe Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bebe Young Care is sold in Europe; and despite my best efforts you cannot purchase it in the US.  Six years ago, I went to Europe and brought back lots and lots of Bebe chapstick. Currently, I'm on my last tube and foresee no hope of replenishing my stock.  I'm having a hard time parting with my last tube.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH6V2_VP81k/Tx65lVVtiCI/AAAAAAAACqM/azXizYevgL0/s1600/Bebe_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH6V2_VP81k/Tx65lVVtiCI/AAAAAAAACqM/azXizYevgL0/s320/Bebe_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701198229332133922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well there you have it, my updated favorite things list. As I said earlier...love them or hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7619444988316395535?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7619444988316395535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7619444988316395535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7619444988316395535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7619444988316395535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-00r-qIPnNx8/Tx6y9VQ4ycI/AAAAAAAACqA/KG9JsCDsxKw/s72-c/Wallpapers-Wallpapers-nature-wallpaper-snow-wallpaper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-228720822741405117</id><published>2012-01-23T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:16:52.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Musings</title><content type='html'>Sister #1 can take a decent picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27zYxnjwNk/Tx1c8ZVi00I/AAAAAAAACpE/0HeLRZMH7fs/s1600/Good%2Bpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27zYxnjwNk/Tx1c8ZVi00I/AAAAAAAACpE/0HeLRZMH7fs/s320/Good%2Bpicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700814895984071490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByjYrLI8HtQ/Tx1c5T00vEI/AAAAAAAACo4/EC0eaK8SmTw/s1600/Good%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByjYrLI8HtQ/Tx1c5T00vEI/AAAAAAAACo4/EC0eaK8SmTw/s320/Good%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700814842965048386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, this concludes Monday's Musings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-228720822741405117?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/228720822741405117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=228720822741405117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/228720822741405117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/228720822741405117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-musings.html' title='Monday Musings'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F27zYxnjwNk/Tx1c8ZVi00I/AAAAAAAACpE/0HeLRZMH7fs/s72-c/Good%2Bpicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-544365849800239573</id><published>2012-01-20T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:12:00.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Kava</title><content type='html'>After The Ski Adventure my life went back to normal. Well, normal for one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I don't know if you realize last weekend was Martin Luther King weekend. Here at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my world&lt;/span&gt;, we are big fans of MLK weekend. No, it's not because I receive a day off work. It because for the past 5 years Sister #1 and I have been celebrating MLK weekend in &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/01/keeping-portland-weird.html"&gt;Portland&lt;/a&gt;.  It's &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/keeping-portland-weird.html"&gt;our tradition&lt;/a&gt;; and I'm big on traditions. Therefore to keep the tradition alive, we jumped on an airplane for Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived the first order of business was food and wine. Sister #1 and I might be the only people in the world who hit up grocery stores on vacation. What can I say...$2 wine and awesome granola is hard to pass up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYrAsXgWxaM/TxlwMSY68XI/AAAAAAAACos/WucT_P9OY_g/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYrAsXgWxaM/TxlwMSY68XI/AAAAAAAACos/WucT_P9OY_g/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699710159811178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night after dinner, we experience Kava. Do you know about Kava? No? Ok good because I'd never heard of it until Friday night.  Let me give you the Wikipedia definition of Kava:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; is a crop of the western &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The roots of the plant are used to produce a drink. Kava is consumed throughout the Pacific Ocean cultures of Polynesia including Hawaii, Vanuatu, Melanesia and some parts of Micronesia. Kava is sedating and is primarily consumed to relax without disrupting mental clarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Nathaniel took us to a place that served Kava as a drink. Below is a picture of Kava drink, which is in the salad bowl. Yes, you are correct it does look like dirt. Do you want to know a secret? It taste like dirt too! See the pineapple slices on the table? You have to chase the drink down with a pineapple slice. It's so you don't throw up. I'm not making this up. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikwzcIuA9DA/TxlwHxDpUbI/AAAAAAAACog/JiwF6iPNphs/s1600/Kava1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikwzcIuA9DA/TxlwHxDpUbI/AAAAAAAACog/JiwF6iPNphs/s320/Kava1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699710082144096690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister #1's reaction to Kava. True, she is laughing in this picture, but only because it's so gross. She's also laughing because we paid money to drink dirt. We find that slightly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgpkHGdK330/TxlvfmkfeoI/AAAAAAAACoU/-KNv_8Aj3UQ/s1600/Sister1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IgpkHGdK330/TxlvfmkfeoI/AAAAAAAACoU/-KNv_8Aj3UQ/s320/Sister1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699709392134306434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brave Kava Drinkers who lived to tell the tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl0_tUDS6us/TxlvbVLrCOI/AAAAAAAACoI/Oo9IIWYrEFg/s1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl0_tUDS6us/TxlvbVLrCOI/AAAAAAAACoI/Oo9IIWYrEFg/s320/Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699709318747326690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year we experience something new when visiting Portland. This year it was Kava. Sister #1 and I love Portland! Thank you Portland for being an unique city. It's the reason we go back every year. Well that and your awesome Columbia Employee store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-544365849800239573?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/544365849800239573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=544365849800239573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/544365849800239573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/544365849800239573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-of-kava.html' title='The Year of Kava'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aYrAsXgWxaM/TxlwMSY68XI/AAAAAAAACos/WucT_P9OY_g/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-897177070371845967</id><published>2012-01-19T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T05:41:30.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ski Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is anyone out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does anyone read this blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I have returned from my two week sabbatical. I'm happy to report I had a fantastic time skiing at Lake Tahoe. The skiing was pretty good, food was great, and the company was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ski adventure started out as an adventure, which is why I'm naming this post The Ski Adventure. You see, when I announced this trip I might have left out a few minor details. For instance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minor Detail #1&lt;/span&gt;-Canada Travis invited me on the trip. You might remember Canada Travis? He lives in Canada and I went for a visit last month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minor Detail #2&lt;/span&gt;-Nine of Canada Travis's friends were on the trip as well. I did not know the nine other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I accepted the invitation to go skiing, minor detail #2 was  just a minor detail. It did not phase me that going on vacation with total strangers was weird. I thought it would be fun; an adventure. No big deal. However the day I was flying to Tahoe, Minor Detail #2 became a major detail. I mean who in their right mind books a vacation with strangers, total strangers? Sure I facebook'd stalked each of them, but I didn't know them. What if they were weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the nine strangers turned out to be pretty cool. Not one made me feel out of place. Everyone was very welcoming and kind. The nine strangers were pretty fun to have as vacation partners and I think we all had a good time. I guess it is pretty hard to have a bad time when this is your playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lskVBx3Qt6k/TxgXkFr0kNI/AAAAAAAACn8/2LlvORPvI-I/s1600/Playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lskVBx3Qt6k/TxgXkFr0kNI/AAAAAAAACn8/2LlvORPvI-I/s320/Playground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699331237206069458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so maybe this picture doesn't do justice, but just trust me when I say Lake Tahoe is beautiful!!! If you haven't been, I highly recommend it for your skiing or lake adventures. You will not be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-897177070371845967?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/897177070371845967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=897177070371845967' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/897177070371845967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/897177070371845967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/ski-adventure.html' title='The Ski Adventure'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lskVBx3Qt6k/TxgXkFr0kNI/AAAAAAAACn8/2LlvORPvI-I/s72-c/Playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5886514032920073864</id><published>2012-01-03T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T04:54:25.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw7ROOpubdM/TwL3yjZd3VI/AAAAAAAACnw/rIc5f1IBMTQ/s1600/skiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw7ROOpubdM/TwL3yjZd3VI/AAAAAAAACnw/rIc5f1IBMTQ/s320/skiing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693385326817303890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, tomorrow I leave for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about this trip. I've never been to this town, and you guys know how excited I get about new destinations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably guessed, I'm going skiing. For the remainder of the week, I will be skiing at Lake Tahoe. I know, can you believe it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really excited about is the fact that I will be able to ski into the state of CA. How awesome is that? Pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone please pray that I come back in one piece and fun is had by everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is a picture from my last ski trip. I'm basically a pro...just didn't want to brag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5886514032920073864?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5886514032920073864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5886514032920073864' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5886514032920073864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5886514032920073864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/ski-bunny.html' title='Ski Bunny'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw7ROOpubdM/TwL3yjZd3VI/AAAAAAAACnw/rIc5f1IBMTQ/s72-c/skiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5318497676290598516</id><published>2011-12-30T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T05:19:00.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_ImSM38xc/Tv26JZ3JByI/AAAAAAAACnY/QRYbQogf0JA/s1600/Happy-New-Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_ImSM38xc/Tv26JZ3JByI/AAAAAAAACnY/QRYbQogf0JA/s320/Happy-New-Year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691910174789928738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing everyone a great New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5318497676290598516?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5318497676290598516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5318497676290598516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5318497676290598516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5318497676290598516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq_ImSM38xc/Tv26JZ3JByI/AAAAAAAACnY/QRYbQogf0JA/s72-c/Happy-New-Year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5279206102750368292</id><published>2011-12-28T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T05:40:06.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The five things you should know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Last night I watched Fast Five. It's seriously a good movie, and I have a thing for Ludacris. I think we'd be friends in real life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZpAACW8tNw/Tvsbo4bqi3I/AAAAAAAACnM/t6NV9ehz0uE/s1600/fast-five-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZpAACW8tNw/Tvsbo4bqi3I/AAAAAAAACnM/t6NV9ehz0uE/s320/fast-five-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691172943269890930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I really want to see the new Mission Impossible. Now I agree, Tom Cruise is a bit crazy, but he makes good movies. Also, this summer Sister #2 and I watched all the Mission Impossible movies. It was part of my movie/tv education. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBR1R81xPiM/Tvsa0s0S85I/AAAAAAAACnA/lGm8q0oLyJg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBR1R81xPiM/Tvsa0s0S85I/AAAAAAAACnA/lGm8q0oLyJg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691172046798779282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Next week I'm going on a trip, and then the next week I'm going on another trip. Folks, single life is great. Don't let anyone tell you different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y9UAlR9o9w/TvsaJGUWzyI/AAAAAAAACmo/hzL1Ve9EfCM/s1600/667airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y9UAlR9o9w/TvsaJGUWzyI/AAAAAAAACmo/hzL1Ve9EfCM/s320/667airplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691171297729892130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. This morning I woke up craving macaroni and cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kNt5kbo2Jw/TvsaCXRFovI/AAAAAAAACmc/iNQgbYcsf-U/s1600/Babble_Post_MacAndCheese31-286x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_kNt5kbo2Jw/TvsaCXRFovI/AAAAAAAACmc/iNQgbYcsf-U/s320/Babble_Post_MacAndCheese31-286x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691171182020502258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I had to Google how to spell macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5279206102750368292?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5279206102750368292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5279206102750368292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5279206102750368292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5279206102750368292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-things-you-should-know.html' title='The five things you should know'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZpAACW8tNw/Tvsbo4bqi3I/AAAAAAAACnM/t6NV9ehz0uE/s72-c/fast-five-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7791511212017772919</id><published>2011-12-21T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:57:37.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make me smile</title><content type='html'>It is no secret Paula Deen is my cooking hero. In my opinion, she is a real southern woman. She cooks with butter. She made the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; more tolerable.  She believes cream cheese, heavy cream, and oil are staple ingredients for any good recipes. Bottom line....she's a fun, witty, butter cooking machine that makes  millions off her recipes. What's not to love about this woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tG-HSwM8ABQ/TvHdO394XGI/AAAAAAAACmQ/r0WP_Yn8usY/s1600/paula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tG-HSwM8ABQ/TvHdO394XGI/AAAAAAAACmQ/r0WP_Yn8usY/s320/paula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688571051957050466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, my coworkers gave me the best Christmas present. They gave me a Paula Deen recipe book/journal, which I love. However, that's not the cool part. You guys, it is signed by Paula Deen. Not just stamped with her signature. No, it's really signed by her! Hands down...coolest thing!!! Thank you coworkers!!! This is my I love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7791511212017772919?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7791511212017772919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7791511212017772919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7791511212017772919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7791511212017772919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-make-me-smile.html' title='How to make me smile'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tG-HSwM8ABQ/TvHdO394XGI/AAAAAAAACmQ/r0WP_Yn8usY/s72-c/paula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8054063984198615427</id><published>2011-12-20T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T05:47:27.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Christmas Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday I attended a Christmas Dinner Party. My friend Terra hosted the party at her lovely home. Look how cute she had the table set.  Blogger World, please take note of the tiny stockings holding the silverware. How cute is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMPKnMejLLE/TvCNpB4M4wI/AAAAAAAACmE/r0Bra2QNgio/s1600/DP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMPKnMejLLE/TvCNpB4M4wI/AAAAAAAACmE/r0Bra2QNgio/s320/DP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688202065387250434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Since I'm a huge fan of food I had to document our delicious meal. Everyone brought a side dish, while our host provided ham and dessert. I took corn casserole, green beans, and dip. Yes, I am an overachiever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-07O9b7I4U/TvCNl-p67VI/AAAAAAAACl4/W9ihB_F3EE0/s1600/DP%2BFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L-07O9b7I4U/TvCNl-p67VI/AAAAAAAACl4/W9ihB_F3EE0/s320/DP%2BFood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688202012982439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can it was a great night had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayvCeXi7GtE/TvCNiwyHfpI/AAAAAAAACls/GagOporf72E/s1600/DP%2BFriends2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ayvCeXi7GtE/TvCNiwyHfpI/AAAAAAAACls/GagOporf72E/s320/DP%2BFriends2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688201957719113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wwZbFsqA60/TvCNfmga5dI/AAAAAAAAClg/wbq8xfoeUWY/s1600/DP%2BFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wwZbFsqA60/TvCNfmga5dI/AAAAAAAAClg/wbq8xfoeUWY/s320/DP%2BFriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688201903420925394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big thanks to Terra! She was a fantastic host. She even gave us cookies as party favors. I do love party favors, especially edible ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8054063984198615427?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8054063984198615427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8054063984198615427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8054063984198615427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8054063984198615427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-christmas-dinner-party.html' title='It&apos;s a Christmas Dinner Party'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMPKnMejLLE/TvCNpB4M4wI/AAAAAAAACmE/r0Bra2QNgio/s72-c/DP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3672235663320155962</id><published>2011-12-16T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T05:30:14.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Travel Purse</title><content type='html'>For three years I have been on an important mission.  I've been on a mission to find the perfect travel purse.  My current travel purse is over 10 years old. It's been a great purse but I'm ready/want something new. Blogger World yesterday, I found the perfect travel purse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8O7CqBe80Q/TutDtTj-W1I/AAAAAAAAClU/kMPob_0tm0s/s1600/Purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8O7CqBe80Q/TutDtTj-W1I/AAAAAAAAClU/kMPob_0tm0s/s320/Purse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686713400109718354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't it beautiful? Don't you agree it's the perfect travel purse?  It's big, has two types of straps, and it has pockets. It's the perfect travel purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this purse. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; this purse. Fine, I don't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; this purse. I suppose that statement might be a bit dramatic. But I really want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly Blogger World, I did not purchase the perfect travel purse. I had to let it slip through my fingers. You see, I emailed Sister #1 about the perfect purse. I just knew she would be on board. But she was not. Of course, Sister #1 had to get all common sense on me! She started using statements like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't you going on two trips next month. &lt;/span&gt;Dang her and her common sense!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3672235663320155962?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3672235663320155962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3672235663320155962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3672235663320155962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3672235663320155962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/perfect-travel-purse.html' title='The Perfect Travel Purse'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L8O7CqBe80Q/TutDtTj-W1I/AAAAAAAAClU/kMPob_0tm0s/s72-c/Purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5305140499121115038</id><published>2011-12-15T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:02:31.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jTyJT9Hlrs/TupR_D7SwYI/AAAAAAAAClI/uVG-V4t0z1A/s1600/702933029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jTyJT9Hlrs/TupR_D7SwYI/AAAAAAAAClI/uVG-V4t0z1A/s320/702933029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686447623336280450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom made us dress up this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5305140499121115038?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5305140499121115038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5305140499121115038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5305140499121115038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5305140499121115038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-my-family.html' title='Merry Christmas from my family'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jTyJT9Hlrs/TupR_D7SwYI/AAAAAAAAClI/uVG-V4t0z1A/s72-c/702933029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8531505681247880746</id><published>2011-12-14T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:27:27.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Rambling:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tending to depart from the main point or cover a wide range of subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Folks, enjoy your December Ramblings....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you haven't noticed it's Christmas time. This can only mean one thing, Christmas movies.  Here at Cheap Cable World, I have one channel airing Christmas movies, Lifetime. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I must say, this year they have had some good movies. The other night I watched one called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recipe for a Perfect Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; It was really cute. It was definitely one of those cheesy love Christmas movies, but whatever. I like cheesy love movies.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Melissa Rivers, Joan Rivers daughter, is dating a porn king. Now a couple things come to mind when I read the article. Number one, when did our society start appointing porn king and queens? I mean, was there a vote? Number two, how does one go about introducing their porn king boyfriend to the family? Call me crazy, but I see that introduction being a bit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I had my work Christmas party. This marked the second year of attending solo. It wasn't bad. Honestly, it wasn't a horrible experience. Well, until the Party Pics lady asked if I wanted a picture by myself. Why would I want a picture by myself? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I swear some day I will have a legit date to my work Christmas party. I'm adding it to my goal list. It will happen someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Magazine revealed their Person of the Year. This year they have recognized The Protesters. I'm not for sure what else to say about their choice. Congratulations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Canada, I rediscovered a love. NO...wait. I did not rediscover any type of love. Strike that sentence from the record. What I meant to say is I rediscovered my fondness for the cast iron skillet. When I was younger my grandma would fry eggs and bacon in her cast iron skillet every morning. Folks, you have not experienced eggs unless they have been cooked in a cast iron skillet. No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Woman will be releasing a new cookbook. Does this woman ever run out of recipes? Good Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news with my Fantasy Football league. I'm in first place. Well, my manager and I are in first place. I'm really proud of this accomplishment. It's my first year to play and I'm kicking butt. It's really fun when you win. The best part about all this...I still do not know a thing about the NFL. Zilch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, I hope you have enjoyed your Ramblings. Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8531505681247880746?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8531505681247880746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8531505681247880746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8531505681247880746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8531505681247880746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-301546009001415879</id><published>2011-12-12T07:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T05:30:13.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH Canada</title><content type='html'>Folks, I have returned from Canada, which I will refer to as Land of the Poutine. Do you guys know about the Pountine? No? Well, let me show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOISVqfdEIo/TuYa9rsSQSI/AAAAAAAACj0/o_FllRWLVLY/s1600/AZ8_fries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOISVqfdEIo/TuYa9rsSQSI/AAAAAAAACj0/o_FllRWLVLY/s320/AZ8_fries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685261226604642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pountine:&lt;/span&gt; fries topped with brown gravy. This is huge in Canada. HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I'm happy to report back that I had a good time in Canada. I'm going to be honest, I really thought this trip was going to blow. I'm talking, worst trip ever!!! EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I went to visit my friend Travis. We will call him Canada Travis from here on out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, not one of my best nicknames&lt;/span&gt;. Canada Travis and I met many, many, many years ago at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lujo.org/"&gt;Camp Lu-Jo KISMIF&lt;/a&gt;. We were young high school students who got along great. But as we all know, most everyone changes from high school. Hence why I thought the trip would be a complete failure. I mean, what if Canada Travis turned into a freak show? What if I've become a freak show? Thankfully, neither one of us turned into a freak show. Come to find out, we're both pretty normal and still get along pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the highlights from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boston Pizza-&lt;/span&gt; I found this funny. Boston is not famous for it's pizza.  And apparently, no one at Boston Pizza cared to research American Pizza toppings, because shrimp is not a normal pizza topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uF2bpnn2uE/TuZFXbk7aEI/AAAAAAAACkk/liVgZF-gdAU/s1600/Boston%2BPizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9uF2bpnn2uE/TuZFXbk7aEI/AAAAAAAACkk/liVgZF-gdAU/s320/Boston%2BPizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685307848443783234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calgary (downtown)-&lt;/span&gt; Some of the best Christmas lights. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jIWTJQ07zM/TuZFTCLL0tI/AAAAAAAACkY/bF4lbCnBDUY/s1600/Christmas_Trees_Olympic_Plaza_Calgary_Canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9jIWTJQ07zM/TuZFTCLL0tI/AAAAAAAACkY/bF4lbCnBDUY/s320/Christmas_Trees_Olympic_Plaza_Calgary_Canada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685307772905444050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;West Edmonton Mall-&lt;/span&gt;This mall has EVERYTHING. If you want to visit a water park and then go  ice skating...this is the place for you. You know my favorite part of the mall? H&amp;amp;M. Oh and the random pirate ship. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCh1IcJHTd4/TuZHKCGRIFI/AAAAAAAACkw/oGwzEDMrKZI/s1600/west-edmonton-mall-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCh1IcJHTd4/TuZHKCGRIFI/AAAAAAAACkw/oGwzEDMrKZI/s320/west-edmonton-mall-17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685309817289252946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sylvan Lake&lt;/span&gt;-Canada Travis's home. He lives on a lake. I felt the best way to see his town was to walk. He was less than thrilled to walk his town for 3 hours, but he was a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ej6J3NUb7yE/TuZFMJozYnI/AAAAAAAACkA/EXk7avFMv-g/s1600/Sylvan%2BLake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ej6J3NUb7yE/TuZFMJozYnI/AAAAAAAACkA/EXk7avFMv-g/s320/Sylvan%2BLake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685307654649635442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow-&lt;/span&gt; I conquered my fear of driving in the snow. I drove three times while in Canada, and it snowed every time. It was the weirdest thing. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3AYf_LPmsA/TuZIeLoQTBI/AAAAAAAACk8/BOVEfuH2tdU/s1600/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h3AYf_LPmsA/TuZIeLoQTBI/AAAAAAAACk8/BOVEfuH2tdU/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685311262956735506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, the highlights of Canada. Now, I have a stamp in my passport and another country to check off my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-301546009001415879?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/301546009001415879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=301546009001415879' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/301546009001415879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/301546009001415879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-canada.html' title='OH Canada'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kOISVqfdEIo/TuYa9rsSQSI/AAAAAAAACj0/o_FllRWLVLY/s72-c/AZ8_fries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7091261288852030972</id><published>2011-12-01T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T05:13:51.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon I will be stepping onto one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oya78_sRxAM/Ttd7uuGUsJI/AAAAAAAACjo/teMS3dtlZKo/s1600/667airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oya78_sRxAM/Ttd7uuGUsJI/AAAAAAAACjo/teMS3dtlZKo/s320/667airplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681145497529921682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrying my new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpccjAt8sMI/Ttd7rbniiiI/AAAAAAAACjc/8pN6owmRz2A/s1600/passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpccjAt8sMI/Ttd7rbniiiI/AAAAAAAACjc/8pN6owmRz2A/s320/passport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681145441029360162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wearing my new Omni-Heat super warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGF386vcwL0/Ttd7o81p71I/AAAAAAAACjQ/g3RtYIGmMrc/s1600/draft_lens16214571module153184248photo_1315752693cool-winter-jacket-blue.j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qGF386vcwL0/Ttd7o81p71I/AAAAAAAACjQ/g3RtYIGmMrc/s320/draft_lens16214571module153184248photo_1315752693cool-winter-jacket-blue.j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681145398407327570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all so I can visit this fine place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jClmBf-SODs/Ttd7lcffVTI/AAAAAAAACjE/yT1w2RlS2cM/s1600/canada_day_graphics_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jClmBf-SODs/Ttd7lcffVTI/AAAAAAAACjE/yT1w2RlS2cM/s320/canada_day_graphics_03.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681145338184815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Vacation Eve will be a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7091261288852030972?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7091261288852030972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7091261288852030972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7091261288852030972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7091261288852030972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-eve.html' title='Vacation Eve'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oya78_sRxAM/Ttd7uuGUsJI/AAAAAAAACjo/teMS3dtlZKo/s72-c/667airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6435137504092955805</id><published>2011-11-28T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:01:22.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A with OK Chick</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, it's been a mighty long time since I have posted on my blog. The last post mentioned Sister #2 and I seeing Footloose. I believe Footloose can now be found at Redbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell my absence has you concerned about my well being. You know, with all the comments of concern.  Anyway, to ease your mind I decided to do a little Q&amp;amp;A over my whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK Chick, what have you been doing with all your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working. Attending Jazzercise and running lots of miles. Also I've been watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could there be a new someone special in your li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well that is sad. I mean, good for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How was your Thanksgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. The Sisters, my dad, and I ran a Turkey Trot. It was the first time all of my sisters have ran with me. It was so fun! Sister #1 beat me, barely. After we ran, we ate a great lunch. My mom cooked an amazing lunch for all of us. I contributed by bringing rolls and salad. I know, big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hgOJ1g07S4/TtPZG6Zw-BI/AAAAAAAACi4/OZCoHL9o_yk/s1600/photo%2B%252815%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hgOJ1g07S4/TtPZG6Zw-BI/AAAAAAAACi4/OZCoHL9o_yk/s320/photo%2B%252815%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680122267824093202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't Sister #1 take a decent picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea. I was wondering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And why are you dressed for winter and Sister #2 looks like she's on the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have no idea. My sisters are weird. Ok, they are not weird. And truth be told, I was burning up during the race. I wore way too many clothes. I had on 8 layers. Ok fine, maybe it was more like 3 layers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you sure there is no one special in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm sure. No one special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6435137504092955805?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6435137504092955805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6435137504092955805' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6435137504092955805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6435137504092955805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/q-with-ok-chick.html' title='Q&amp;A with OK Chick'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hgOJ1g07S4/TtPZG6Zw-BI/AAAAAAAACi4/OZCoHL9o_yk/s72-c/photo%2B%252815%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-653278400074622325</id><published>2011-11-14T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:45:19.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Monday morning, which means the weekend has come and gone. Sad. It went by so quickly. Where did the time go? I thought to spice up everyone's Monday I would post a Weekend Update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J9C-cacCYA/TsFALY813fI/AAAAAAAACig/RTY9hR5OMtE/s1600/footloose_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J9C-cacCYA/TsFALY813fI/AAAAAAAACig/RTY9hR5OMtE/s320/footloose_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674887569883913714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night, I decided Sister #2 needed more 80s culture in her life.  You know, she missed out on all the great 80's movies. Sure, I've done my part to introduce her to classics like Footloose and Grease, but is that really enough? Friday night I decided we needed to go see the new Footloose and discuss the awesomeness of this 80's icon. Also, I've been dying to see the new Footloose and it was a good excuse to have a movie seat partner.  All-in-all the movie was good. I paid $6 for the flick, and I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9Tw_JWfbt0/TsFAIXD2b5I/AAAAAAAACiU/98tJX01T6ds/s1600/Memphis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9Tw_JWfbt0/TsFAIXD2b5I/AAAAAAAACiU/98tJX01T6ds/s320/Memphis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674887517836832658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Broadway show Memphis, which is fabulous! I highly recommend this musical to anyone and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-At9UdW-BlRU/TsFAF36pGAI/AAAAAAAACiI/poJ06TNEXAY/s1600/deepfork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-At9UdW-BlRU/TsFAF36pGAI/AAAAAAAACiI/poJ06TNEXAY/s320/deepfork.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674887475116972034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner at Deep Fork Grill, again fabulous. I had a Groupon. I tell you what...Groupons are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gXWWkt0KYg/TsFADILXAWI/AAAAAAAACh8/gA8Ru4wYnGc/s1600/jazzercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gXWWkt0KYg/TsFADILXAWI/AAAAAAAACh8/gA8Ru4wYnGc/s320/jazzercise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674887427942449506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My weekend would not be complete without attending 5 Jazzercise classes. Ok, I'm kidding. I only attended 2 classes this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, that is my weekend in a nut shell. Quick and fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-653278400074622325?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/653278400074622325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=653278400074622325' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/653278400074622325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/653278400074622325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J9C-cacCYA/TsFALY813fI/AAAAAAAACig/RTY9hR5OMtE/s72-c/footloose_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1757471421314116800</id><published>2011-11-07T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T08:12:17.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blogger World, are you experiencing a bad case of the Mondays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-P1htmwWNc/TrgCQeGSo3I/AAAAAAAAChI/Twuwt1vDMh4/s1600/office1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-P1htmwWNc/TrgCQeGSo3I/AAAAAAAAChI/Twuwt1vDMh4/s320/office1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672286212653753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have found that this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-dmVzukYUg/TrgCNEp0uDI/AAAAAAAACg8/0XFFNiJNk-U/s1600/office-space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-dmVzukYUg/TrgCNEp0uDI/AAAAAAAACg8/0XFFNiJNk-U/s320/office-space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672286154283857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, if your boss/company is not down with you destroying office equipment, may I suggest this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WaAFbIkHof4/TrgCjHkb9vI/AAAAAAAAChU/ZGIr263dT40/s1600/halloween_candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WaAFbIkHof4/TrgCjHkb9vI/AAAAAAAAChU/ZGIr263dT40/s320/halloween_candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672286533023692530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leftover Halloween candy is sure to cure any case of the Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zc2M2cPq_H4/TrgCJZx2bPI/AAAAAAAACgw/5KWHJOjPc2w/s1600/6a00d83422658053ef00e54f62e4358834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1757471421314116800?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1757471421314116800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1757471421314116800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1757471421314116800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1757471421314116800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/bad-case-of-mondays.html' title='Bad case of the Mondays'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-P1htmwWNc/TrgCQeGSo3I/AAAAAAAAChI/Twuwt1vDMh4/s72-c/office1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6017979492752488369</id><published>2011-11-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T05:40:50.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RYR8FMAkAE/TrE0voUhgbI/AAAAAAAACgI/Z5SO27vgg0o/s1600/cookie-monster3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RYR8FMAkAE/TrE0voUhgbI/AAAAAAAACgI/Z5SO27vgg0o/s320/cookie-monster3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670371398718161330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, November 2, is National Cookie Monster Day.  I don't know about you, but growing up I was more of a Big Bird girl. However, I was a fan of Sesame Street and feel that Cookie Monster deserves to be recognized on his day. It's only fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate chip are Cookie Monster's favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oatmeal Cookies are his 2nd favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cookie Monster was created for a General Foods commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Rudman officially became Cookie Monster in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sesame Street's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 2002 season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blogger World, I feel that it is very important that we help Cookie Monster celebrate his special day.  Please take note of the picture below. My friend Laura, is demonstrating how to celebrate national Cookie Monster Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3TzGNPtbo/TrEzbtGAbxI/AAAAAAAACf8/5jcbmvWWKXE/s1600/Philly%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3TzGNPtbo/TrEzbtGAbxI/AAAAAAAACf8/5jcbmvWWKXE/s320/Philly%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670369956890439442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do not have these delicious Pumpkin Whoopie Cookies near by, feel free to substitute with another cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbvf1--UAXs/TrEzPR-1PRI/AAAAAAAACfw/uQ-R5xQPAYM/s1600/chocolate_chip_cookies-3102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbvf1--UAXs/TrEzPR-1PRI/AAAAAAAACfw/uQ-R5xQPAYM/s320/chocolate_chip_cookies-3102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670369743454158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, happy National Cookie Monster Day. I hope you all celebrate and remember a bit of your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's also National Deviled Egg Day.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to celebrate this holiday as well, but not at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6017979492752488369?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6017979492752488369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6017979492752488369' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6017979492752488369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6017979492752488369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-2.html' title='November 2'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4RYR8FMAkAE/TrE0voUhgbI/AAAAAAAACgI/Z5SO27vgg0o/s72-c/cookie-monster3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5450421526183222674</id><published>2011-10-28T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T05:33:48.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style by OK Chick</title><content type='html'>Fall is in the air, and I love it! Have I ever told you that Fall is my favorite season? Oh, I've mentioned that fact. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I love about Fall is the clothes selection. I'm a fan of long sleeve shirts and hoodies. I'm also a big fan of vest. Yup, vest. Here are some of my favorites....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallow everyday vest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8WwdCLyMNU/TqqfhYg4BaI/AAAAAAAACfk/F51ss55eXvQ/s1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8WwdCLyMNU/TqqfhYg4BaI/AAAAAAAACfk/F51ss55eXvQ/s320/images1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668518476864030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleek running vest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qf8xeSwtDOE/TqqfeqyiA8I/AAAAAAAACfY/HvWsz0kgzdg/s1600/full_F10_WL1399_660_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qf8xeSwtDOE/TqqfeqyiA8I/AAAAAAAACfY/HvWsz0kgzdg/s320/full_F10_WL1399_660_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668518430230315970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stylish work vest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6_M1DSEd5s/TqqfcOoPhBI/AAAAAAAACfM/CpmF-0OaRxI/s1600/tumblr_lc7kwuvtBf1qcd84k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w6_M1DSEd5s/TqqfcOoPhBI/AAAAAAAACfM/CpmF-0OaRxI/s320/tumblr_lc7kwuvtBf1qcd84k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668518388311229458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I have a vest for all occasions. Vest are the perfect alternative to a jacket. If you don't want to carry around a jacket, but need a little something to stay warm. You wear a vest.  It keeps you warm, but isn't as bulky as a jacket. Unless you are wearing the marshmallow vest. I will admit it is a bit bulky, but it's so cute and it's very warm. SO, everyone go out and enjoy the vest weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5450421526183222674?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5450421526183222674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5450421526183222674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5450421526183222674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5450421526183222674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/style-by-ok-chick.html' title='Style by OK Chick'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8WwdCLyMNU/TqqfhYg4BaI/AAAAAAAACfk/F51ss55eXvQ/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4202897822856105361</id><published>2011-10-27T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T05:23:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQiCwjZaWN4/TqlMmeLUCfI/AAAAAAAACfA/f6G4WNilEXQ/s1600/pumpkin-bars-cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQiCwjZaWN4/TqlMmeLUCfI/AAAAAAAACfA/f6G4WNilEXQ/s320/pumpkin-bars-cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668145829841734130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a side of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiU6DTsG0Sc/TqlMblQohWI/AAAAAAAACe0/jPE9dfZCUd8/s1600/biscuits-gravy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiU6DTsG0Sc/TqlMblQohWI/AAAAAAAACe0/jPE9dfZCUd8/s320/biscuits-gravy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668145642764535138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I make you hungry? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4202897822856105361?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4202897822856105361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4202897822856105361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4202897822856105361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4202897822856105361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-want.html' title='I want....'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQiCwjZaWN4/TqlMmeLUCfI/AAAAAAAACfA/f6G4WNilEXQ/s72-c/pumpkin-bars-cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3045984534096568820</id><published>2011-10-25T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:34:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>I spent 46 hours in this wonderful city....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5dhF6XKNk/TqacsXam4LI/AAAAAAAACec/-q5lmdryplU/s1600/Chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5dhF6XKNk/TqacsXam4LI/AAAAAAAACec/-q5lmdryplU/s320/Chicago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667389467106140338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can not tell from the above picture or the title of this post, my family and I were in Chicago. I'm sad no one in Blogger World guessed Chicago. Bummer. I had a great prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, Chicago is an awesome town!  I have officially ranked it #4 on my Favorite Places in the Whole Wide World. Sorry Nashville, you've been bumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to get pictures posted in the near future. Sister #2 has some great pictures of the city.&lt;br /&gt;There's also great pictures of the Sisters and I reenacting one of my favorite scenes from a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xC4c9ANS6M/TqaeE7VHXrI/AAAAAAAACeo/09g7M9Jm420/s1600/ferris-bueller-parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xC4c9ANS6M/TqaeE7VHXrI/AAAAAAAACeo/09g7M9Jm420/s320/ferris-bueller-parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667390988575268530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, maybe not. The Sisters would not be my backup dancers, and a leopard sweater vest is not my best look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3045984534096568820?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3045984534096568820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3045984534096568820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3045984534096568820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3045984534096568820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm5dhF6XKNk/TqacsXam4LI/AAAAAAAACec/-q5lmdryplU/s72-c/Chicago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3802004499243423845</id><published>2011-10-19T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T05:55:35.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And...she's off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bags are packed, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1eBzss2hXx4/Tp7GmrWSW6I/AAAAAAAACeQ/yFeqFOzzvJM/s1600/LV-suitcases.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1eBzss2hXx4/Tp7GmrWSW6I/AAAAAAAACeQ/yFeqFOzzvJM/s320/LV-suitcases.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665183749052193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm on vacation, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guess the location?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a hint....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never been to this town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To encourage audience participation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll bring the winner back a souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS- You know I do not own Louis Vuitton suitcases, right? I clearly cannot afford anything with the famous logo, knock-off included. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3802004499243423845?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3802004499243423845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3802004499243423845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3802004499243423845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3802004499243423845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/andshes-off.html' title='And...she&apos;s off'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1eBzss2hXx4/Tp7GmrWSW6I/AAAAAAAACeQ/yFeqFOzzvJM/s72-c/LV-suitcases.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2726398104089957389</id><published>2011-10-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:34:55.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Dreamin'</title><content type='html'>Last night I left these beautiful sites.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K4cc82msCg/TpyBvoWIeFI/AAAAAAAACd4/smmfRqsT-GA/s1600/San%2BFran%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664545086609324114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K4cc82msCg/TpyBvoWIeFI/AAAAAAAACd4/smmfRqsT-GA/s320/San%2BFran%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAFsl8bM1po/TpyBQM1GpHI/AAAAAAAACds/eICnkW1CIrc/s1600/San%2BFran%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664544546647090290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAFsl8bM1po/TpyBQM1GpHI/AAAAAAAACds/eICnkW1CIrc/s320/San%2BFran%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdIc7MODP4Y/TpyAzDDNdGI/AAAAAAAACdg/7AWE68x50CI/s1600/San%2BFran%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664544045805696098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fdIc7MODP4Y/TpyAzDDNdGI/AAAAAAAACdg/7AWE68x50CI/s320/San%2BFran%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not been to San Fran, you need to go. The weather is perfect 10 months out of the year and they have great food. The shopping isn't half bad either, but I didn't have time to hit any stores. I was too busy walking the streets, biking Golden Gate Bridge, and visiting Farmer's Markets. &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/4106838531281111864-2726398104089957389?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2726398104089957389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2726398104089957389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2726398104089957389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2726398104089957389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/california-dreamin.html' title='California Dreamin&apos;'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K4cc82msCg/TpyBvoWIeFI/AAAAAAAACd4/smmfRqsT-GA/s72-c/San%2BFran%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3735861005978254975</id><published>2011-10-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:35:39.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the world is OK Chick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKamnCP5w0g/TpXc8TABk_I/AAAAAAAACdU/6vEAU8VoMG0/s1600/redirect.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKamnCP5w0g/TpXc8TABk_I/AAAAAAAACdU/6vEAU8VoMG0/s320/redirect.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662675034938905586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guess the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-23lAG1SIBGE/TpXazXTWymI/AAAAAAAACcw/zTRDtA3IATI/s1600/redirect.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3735861005978254975?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3735861005978254975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3735861005978254975' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3735861005978254975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3735861005978254975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-in-world-is-ok-chick.html' title='Where in the world is OK Chick?'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qKamnCP5w0g/TpXc8TABk_I/AAAAAAAACdU/6vEAU8VoMG0/s72-c/redirect.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1768066326393337877</id><published>2011-10-11T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:01:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Another month, which means another post with some Ramblings. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I heard an interview with Kim Kardashian.  Ryan Seacrest asked Kim her thoughts on moving to OKC if her husband was traded to Thunder. Do you know what her response was to the question? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKC Thunder, is that a real team?&lt;/span&gt; Folks, I pray that Kim does not move to OKC.  Oklahoma might be in the Midwest, and we might be friendly people. But, we do not tolerate ignorance when it comes to our sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to a play with a &lt;a href="http://wawawaughs.blogspot.com/"&gt;fellow blogger&lt;/a&gt;. Her and her husband were kind enough to let me tag along. Isn't that sweet? I had a great time hanging out with her in real life. You know, opposed to this fake cyber life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend Update: I cooked/baked everything on my To Do List. Sadly, I do not have pictures. Calm down, it will be ok. Everyone just use your imagination. You'll be fine. I highly recommend the Pumpkin Biscuits. They were pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/"&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/a&gt; finally decided to come to OKC.  Tomorrow is the grand opening. I cannot even imagine the traffic when this place opens. Oklahoma might be one of the fattest cities in the country, but we do enjoy our overpriced health foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I have no more Ramblings for you. I feel this month's Ramblings are a bit weak. I do apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1768066326393337877?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1768066326393337877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1768066326393337877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1768066326393337877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1768066326393337877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6562287397194835895</id><published>2011-10-06T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T05:14:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the weekend</title><content type='html'>It's only Thursday and I am already plotting my weekend. This weekend is the OU/TX football game, which means my state will pretty much shut down for the weekend. I'm not kidding. There is no life outside of OU/TX football.  Since nothing else will be taking place this weekend, I'm planning to cook and bake all kinds of delicious foods. I've listed some of things I plan to make this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugarcrafter.net/2011/09/27/pumpkin-biscuits/"&gt;Pumpkin Biscuits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-girl-who-ate-everything.com/2011/08/peanut-butter-cheese-ball.html"&gt;Peanut Butter Cheese Ball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbage Stew- my grandma's recipe, sorry she doesn't blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodwifebadcook.com/?p=961"&gt;Skinny Elvis Sandwich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatliverun.com/breakfast-quesadillas/"&gt;Breakfast Quesadillas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes to plan I will have an awesome meal every 4 hours. HA! Here's to the weekend and all the calories that will come with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6562287397194835895?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6562287397194835895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6562287397194835895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6562287397194835895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6562287397194835895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-weekend.html' title='I love the weekend'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2375847037783051245</id><published>2011-10-04T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T05:40:28.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to run</title><content type='html'>The month of September I ran a race almost every weekend. It was kind of fun. Well, I thought it was fun. I understand it might not be your cup of tea. Below are pictures from two of the races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second race I ran was in Norman, home of the Sooners. I enjoyed this race for the pure fact that we ran through OU's campus and ended on the football field. My running partners for this race were KC along with one of her boys. You can tell Little Man was pumped to be there.  I must say Little Man did well on his first 5K. He slept two of the miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpJVhQQjTFQ/Tor5r0Ru_SI/AAAAAAAACbg/JXQ1KfxGX9E/s1600/09172011%2BMom%2Band%2BIsaac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpJVhQQjTFQ/Tor5r0Ru_SI/AAAAAAAACbg/JXQ1KfxGX9E/s320/09172011%2BMom%2Band%2BIsaac.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659610412907167010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyLZ7tIAjAU/Tor7KxmSd5I/AAAAAAAACcA/KAcNqv5Gd4c/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kyLZ7tIAjAU/Tor7KxmSd5I/AAAAAAAACcA/KAcNqv5Gd4c/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659612044275644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third race was Warrior Dash. As you can see from the picture, the aftermath of climbing a mountain, jumping over barbwire, running over cars, and climbing a few walls is a bit muddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFlyEnhwDoM/Tor5jS2T1rI/AAAAAAAACbY/FmY9qk_iMPw/s1600/09242011%2BFinish%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFlyEnhwDoM/Tor5jS2T1rI/AAAAAAAACbY/FmY9qk_iMPw/s320/09242011%2BFinish%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659610266494817970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention the fire we jumped over at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nUug8eM4dU/Tor8TxwF7RI/AAAAAAAACcQ/I_k9C0dC25M/s1600/09242011%2BWD%2B15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9nUug8eM4dU/Tor8TxwF7RI/AAAAAAAACcQ/I_k9C0dC25M/s320/09242011%2BWD%2B15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659613298447215890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know, I am a Rock Star!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2375847037783051245?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2375847037783051245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2375847037783051245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2375847037783051245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2375847037783051245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-to-run.html' title='I love to run'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpJVhQQjTFQ/Tor5r0Ru_SI/AAAAAAAACbg/JXQ1KfxGX9E/s72-c/09172011%2BMom%2Band%2BIsaac.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8741950218196966525</id><published>2011-10-03T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:31:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Fall</title><content type='html'>It's fall. When fall arrives I start making my favorite Spice Pumpkin Muffins. The recipe is easy. The result is low-fat goodness.  Below is the recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ka79NRD9sks/TonGG8shHuI/AAAAAAAACbQ/imb9Gj3jv9Q/s1600/canned-pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ka79NRD9sks/TonGG8shHuI/AAAAAAAACbQ/imb9Gj3jv9Q/s320/canned-pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272229442100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl0NIFWwaWU/TonGEpuoRtI/AAAAAAAACbI/026LHLMkK8o/s1600/spiced%2Bcake%2Bmix_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xl0NIFWwaWU/TonGEpuoRtI/AAAAAAAACbI/026LHLMkK8o/s320/spiced%2Bcake%2Bmix_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659272189990946514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it was easy! It requires 2 ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them, eat them, love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8741950218196966525?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8741950218196966525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8741950218196966525' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8741950218196966525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8741950218196966525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-fall.html' title='I love Fall'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ka79NRD9sks/TonGG8shHuI/AAAAAAAACbQ/imb9Gj3jv9Q/s72-c/canned-pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7489977324249768146</id><published>2011-09-30T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T05:52:02.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The act of pointless shopping</title><content type='html'>On the rare occasion that I leave work at a decent hour, I find myself feeling lost. It's an unsure feeling. I never know what I should do with my free time.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend aerobics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go for a run?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go see a movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buy groceries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I left work with the rest of the world and experienced the unsure feeling. After three red lights, I decided I would spend my free time shopping. Below were my must-have-items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A new sweater.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be7M2nXL9w/ToW2LKjIGpI/AAAAAAAACbA/1glBpSNwebA/s1600/sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be7M2nXL9w/ToW2LKjIGpI/AAAAAAAACbA/1glBpSNwebA/s320/sweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658128809787398802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do I need this? Of course not. I decided it will be the perfect vacation/football sweatshirt. Am I planning to attend a football game in the near future? Nope, I'm too cheap to buy football tickets. But I am, planning a few vacations that are located in colder climates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) New shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhteNz_nvE/ToW2IjugsfI/AAAAAAAACa4/eNeApygVZMU/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZhteNz_nvE/ToW2IjugsfI/AAAAAAAACa4/eNeApygVZMU/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658128765006426610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, do I need new shoes? Absolutely not. I'm the shoe queen. Actually, Sister #2 is the shoe queen. I guess you'd say I'm the shoe princess. I do not need another pair of shoes, but they are cute and comfortable. My mom always says..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.take care of your feet because you can't buy new ones.  &lt;/span&gt;She's a really wise woman.  You should always listen to your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole shopping experience burned a total of 20 minutes. *Insert Eye Roll Here*&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of my night was spent sitting on the couch watching TV. Of course, after these two purchases I had to watch TV in the dark to save money on electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, this is why I stay busy...to avoid pointless shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7489977324249768146?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7489977324249768146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7489977324249768146' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7489977324249768146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7489977324249768146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/act-of-pointless-shopping.html' title='The act of pointless shopping'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Be7M2nXL9w/ToW2LKjIGpI/AAAAAAAACbA/1glBpSNwebA/s72-c/sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8965445344984013917</id><published>2011-09-27T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:41:39.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update with Pictures</title><content type='html'>Every once in awhile I document a weekend with pictures. Blogger World, this doesn't happen often so don't except it on a weekly basis. Yet, this weekend it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my weekend early. Well, I sort of started it early. Thursday, my office had a lunch party. This means I had an extra long lunch. Not only did I receive a long lunch, I also walked away with a $25 gift card to Starbucks. I do not have to tell you my level of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTrapYDI_zs/ToG6-yFV11I/AAAAAAAACag/Y9wlAkn3i0A/s1600/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTrapYDI_zs/ToG6-yFV11I/AAAAAAAACag/Y9wlAkn3i0A/s320/starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657008194712885074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my exciting win a fellow blogger and I attended a concert, Train and Maroon 5. It was a great concert. I had so much fun listening to some of my favorite songs live. Blogger World I tell you what, outdoor concerts are the way to go! I can't imagine anything better than sitting outside, with great weather, listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXX1q_elxwA/ToG68fMTxII/AAAAAAAACaY/466L_aZFYCE/s1600/M%2526L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vXX1q_elxwA/ToG68fMTxII/AAAAAAAACaY/466L_aZFYCE/s320/M%2526L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657008155282097282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, my Friday night was really boring. I couldn't even spin it to be blog worthy. But never fear, my Friday afternoon was blog worthy. I stumbled across an awesome find at TJ Maxx. Blogger World, I found Manner chocolate. Can you believe it? Ok, I don't think you understand the awesomeness of this find. Folks, this is what I ate while in Vienna. Fine I ate lots of other stuff, but this was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5z7b6BELE4/ToG7fYpSlAI/AAAAAAAACao/jsmtMV7jtZY/s1600/220px-Manner_schnitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W5z7b6BELE4/ToG7fYpSlAI/AAAAAAAACao/jsmtMV7jtZY/s320/220px-Manner_schnitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657008754820027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warrior Dash. I survived the race, and I enjoyed the race. As you can see from the stolen picture, I jumped over fire to finish the race. The fire was right after I crawled through mud, and the mud pit was five obstacles before I climbed a mountain. It was challenging, but very fun.  I'm hoping to receive more pictures from the race. I know you guys are dying to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOVQknqzsp8/ToG6gmB7aCI/AAAAAAAACaQ/FxmW-PoiCII/s1600/Fire.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOVQknqzsp8/ToG6gmB7aCI/AAAAAAAACaQ/FxmW-PoiCII/s320/Fire.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657007676081268770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After climbing a mountain, crawling through mud, and jumping over fire I was tired. I spent most of Sunday afternoon in bed. Not this bed, but a bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdVNreGTHU/ToG6dYF56UI/AAAAAAAACaI/FEM3k9EnZYc/s1600/091112_comfortable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HPdVNreGTHU/ToG6dYF56UI/AAAAAAAACaI/FEM3k9EnZYc/s320/091112_comfortable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657007620800244034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is the end of my weekend update with pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8965445344984013917?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8965445344984013917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8965445344984013917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8965445344984013917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8965445344984013917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/weekend-update-with-pictures.html' title='Weekend Update with Pictures'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zTrapYDI_zs/ToG6-yFV11I/AAAAAAAACag/Y9wlAkn3i0A/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7818024336854943130</id><published>2011-09-21T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:02:00.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Happy Wednesday. I thought to celebrate I would give you Ramblings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report I won my first Fantasy Football game. However, I lost my second game. To be fair, the lost was not my fault. The manager of my team traded one of our players without consulting me. Remember I'm just the co-manager. Anyway, our new player scored 6 points. The player he traded, scored 15 points for his new team. Told you it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I overslept because I'm tired. I still made it to work on time, but walking into my office I found myself questioning things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do my shoes match? Did I brush my teeth? Can you see through my pants?  &lt;/span&gt;My shoes matched. I'm pretty sure I brushed my teeth, and in the elevator I made sure you couldn't see through my pants. I can imagine the security guys loved that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I'm going to a concert, Maroon 5 and Train. It's an outdoor concert, which are my favorite. Also, I'm a huge fan of both groups. I'm pretty certain it will be a good concert. If not, there's always people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm participating in another 5K/obstacle course race. If you remember, my last 5K/obstacle course race was not a pleasant experience; mostly because it was 105 outside. I'm praying the cooler temperatures make all the difference. If not, I'm retiring from 5K/obstacle course races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1 returned from NYC. She brought me a souvenir. No, it's not something from H&amp;amp;M or Dean and Dulca. It's &lt;a href="http://www.stonewallkitchen.com/shop/speciality-foods/jams-jellies-butters/fruitbutters/161014.html"&gt;jam, and I love it!&lt;/a&gt; Sister #1 discovered a great grocery store next to her friend's apartment. Sister #1 loved the grocery store so much, she went twice a day. You might think this is odd, but I would do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New realization...I'm ready to retire. I'm kind of over this working thing. It really sucks! Who came up with the idea of working? I'm tired of making someone else rich. I'm tired of taking orders. I'm tired of wearing dress pants. I'm tired of paying for work attire! I'm tired of sitting in a gray foam cubicle. Obviously, this realization means I need to find a rich husband &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, that's all I have for today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7818024336854943130?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7818024336854943130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7818024336854943130' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7818024336854943130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7818024336854943130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3453786625126700315</id><published>2011-09-19T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T06:39:12.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Countdown</title><content type='html'>Thank goodness quality TV returns this week.  I can only take so much Bachelor Pad before my brain cells start dying. Please do not judge me. Yes, I watch most of the Housewives on Bravo, but I draw the line at Bachelor Pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my #1 show is back with new episodes. Welcome back Castle, you have been missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2w3VlWkcTo/TndEjtKab-I/AAAAAAAACaA/xQrGc7HwPcQ/s1600/Castle%2BSeason%2B3%2BEpisode%2B18%2B-%2BOne%2BLife%2Bto%2BLose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2w3VlWkcTo/TndEjtKab-I/AAAAAAAACaA/xQrGc7HwPcQ/s320/Castle%2BSeason%2B3%2BEpisode%2B18%2B-%2BOne%2BLife%2Bto%2BLose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654063237396328418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3453786625126700315?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3453786625126700315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3453786625126700315' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3453786625126700315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3453786625126700315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/castle-countdown.html' title='Castle Countdown'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w2w3VlWkcTo/TndEjtKab-I/AAAAAAAACaA/xQrGc7HwPcQ/s72-c/Castle%2BSeason%2B3%2BEpisode%2B18%2B-%2BOne%2BLife%2Bto%2BLose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6286852082263829074</id><published>2011-09-14T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T05:47:27.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd favorite city in the whole wide world</title><content type='html'>Today, Sister #1 leaves for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be visiting my 3rd favorite city in the whole wide world, NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdIvapZ5-Cg/TnCbJI96hRI/AAAAAAAACYw/U9wtuDPlc0Q/s1600/NYC_Times_Square_wide_angle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdIvapZ5-Cg/TnCbJI96hRI/AAAAAAAACYw/U9wtuDPlc0Q/s320/NYC_Times_Square_wide_angle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652188113678271762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun Fact: I was not invited on this vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow she'll be riding the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtTa_ry2LQ/TnCbNp1NW7I/AAAAAAAACY4/1oumKCvMmno/s1600/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogtTa_ry2LQ/TnCbNp1NW7I/AAAAAAAACY4/1oumKCvMmno/s320/subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652188191219604402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow I'll be sitting in a foam cubicle, guarding my office supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1yOuv_a7I/TnCfqN59pSI/AAAAAAAACZg/zZ1L-eVTWFM/s1600/office-space-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tC1yOuv_a7I/TnCfqN59pSI/AAAAAAAACZg/zZ1L-eVTWFM/s320/office-space-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652193079986070818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend she'll visit one of the 10 H&amp;amp;Ms. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8UAIHOJ3Oo/TnCbRkmBBDI/AAAAAAAACZA/ti2QWxUvxJc/s1600/h%252Bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2IkPyfPqRw/TnCeZvf00BI/AAAAAAAACZY/eGvSUDKgJOQ/s1600/h%252Bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2IkPyfPqRw/TnCeZvf00BI/AAAAAAAACZY/eGvSUDKgJOQ/s320/h%252Bm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652191697433841682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm_pZiXOCIg/TnCdIHBRi5I/AAAAAAAACZI/QhYRJyMdgYQ/s1600/h%252Bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how I feel about H&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever Sister #1, go have fun on your little vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about me....I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6286852082263829074?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6286852082263829074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6286852082263829074' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6286852082263829074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6286852082263829074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/3rd-favorite-city-in-whole-wide-world.html' title='3rd favorite city in the whole wide world'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdIvapZ5-Cg/TnCbJI96hRI/AAAAAAAACYw/U9wtuDPlc0Q/s72-c/NYC_Times_Square_wide_angle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7549691097982373383</id><published>2011-09-13T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T05:11:52.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Daily People.com</title><content type='html'>Nicki Minaj my mom just called...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9cTWRswRbk/Tm9IEOSECfI/AAAAAAAACYo/XFQbLggebBY/s1600/nicki-minaj-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9cTWRswRbk/Tm9IEOSECfI/AAAAAAAACYo/XFQbLggebBY/s320/nicki-minaj-435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651815294763796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her kindergarteners want their art project back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7549691097982373383?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7549691097982373383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7549691097982373383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7549691097982373383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7549691097982373383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-daily-peoplecom_13.html' title='Your Daily People.com'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9cTWRswRbk/Tm9IEOSECfI/AAAAAAAACYo/XFQbLggebBY/s72-c/nicki-minaj-435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1094446582485436019</id><published>2011-09-12T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T05:14:45.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One man's trash is another man's treasure</title><content type='html'>Today, is big trash day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while running, I scoped out everyone's trash looking for new treasures. I'm afraid this big trash day had slim pickings.  The first house I ran past did have a nice toliet and dishwasher up for grabs. I'm afraid I do not need a toilet or a dishwasher. Of course, my family might disagree on the toilet. Sometimes my toilets don't work, and I probably could use a new toilet. Is this TMI (too much info)? Probably. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next house I ran past had an awesome chandelier tossed to the curb. I actually stopped to get a closer look at the chandelier. I'd never seen anything like it before. Folks, one of my fine neighbors was tossing a teapot chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK4RnixEgRU/Tm31XzGBr-I/AAAAAAAACYA/FKTsIIJAc4c/s1600/chan400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK4RnixEgRU/Tm31XzGBr-I/AAAAAAAACYA/FKTsIIJAc4c/s320/chan400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651442896621121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a fancy teapot chandelier. The one tossed to the curb wasn't this fancy, or white.  But the one tossed to the curb was pretty nice. I could see real potential with the teapot chandelier. Well, if you were a creative person and had a couple cans of spray paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I'm afraid that's all this month's big trash day had to offer. I found no new treasures, but I did see my first teapot chandelier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1094446582485436019?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1094446582485436019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1094446582485436019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1094446582485436019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1094446582485436019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-mans-trash-is-another-mans-treasure.html' title='One man&apos;s trash is another man&apos;s treasure'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zK4RnixEgRU/Tm31XzGBr-I/AAAAAAAACYA/FKTsIIJAc4c/s72-c/chan400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3141668825026359</id><published>2011-09-09T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:07:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick-fil-A</title><content type='html'>Free Chicken Minis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBsb0cjxQI4/Tmn_xrOaZaI/AAAAAAAACXY/u4nTmh2GvUk/s1600/chicken-minis-chick-fil-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBsb0cjxQI4/Tmn_xrOaZaI/AAAAAAAACXY/u4nTmh2GvUk/s320/chicken-minis-chick-fil-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650328436394845602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purchased side item&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCUbmK0o60A/Tmn_3ognAlI/AAAAAAAACXg/T5f19WWWzNU/s1600/chick-fil-a-hash-browns.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCUbmK0o60A/Tmn_3ognAlI/AAAAAAAACXg/T5f19WWWzNU/s320/chick-fil-a-hash-browns.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650328538745078354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;540 calories consumed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$2.00 for awesome greatness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3141668825026359?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3141668825026359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3141668825026359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3141668825026359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3141668825026359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/chick-fil.html' title='Chick-fil-A'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TBsb0cjxQI4/Tmn_xrOaZaI/AAAAAAAACXY/u4nTmh2GvUk/s72-c/chicken-minis-chick-fil-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3683197172852457095</id><published>2011-09-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T05:35:48.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Daily People.com</title><content type='html'>I've never calmed to be a fashion stylist, or any type of stylist.  Most of my fashion knowledge comes from The Rachel Zoe Show and What Not to Wear. But I feel I've watched enough fashion TV to know that this is unacceptable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5opYnoKgB2Y/Tmi1pTNNXfI/AAAAAAAACW4/tbgtV4rOs2Y/s1600/sarah-jessica-parker-2-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5opYnoKgB2Y/Tmi1pTNNXfI/AAAAAAAACW4/tbgtV4rOs2Y/s320/sarah-jessica-parker-2-435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649965453671226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah Jessica Parker what are you doing? Ok, ok I'm just going to say it, she looks like a Skittle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3683197172852457095?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3683197172852457095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3683197172852457095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3683197172852457095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3683197172852457095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-daily-peoplecom.html' title='Your Daily People.com'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5opYnoKgB2Y/Tmi1pTNNXfI/AAAAAAAACW4/tbgtV4rOs2Y/s72-c/sarah-jessica-parker-2-435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6728627215872879108</id><published>2011-09-07T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:38:47.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mission to use vacation time-Day I</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I announced my mission to use up some of my vacation time. I decided to take off Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday at 2pm. No matter what life shattering office emergency took place at 1:50pm, I was going to be out the door at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm happy to report that I was out the door at 2pm. Around 1:45pm I sensed a life shattering office emergency was about to take place. I simply reminded my coworkers that I was leaving at 2pm and I would take care of the problem tomorrow. This seemed to calm everyone down. Actually it probably didn't, but they knew better than to argue with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, below are the chores I accomplished. I wish I was computer literate so I could cross them off the list, but I'm not. There's nothing better than crossing something off your To Do List. Can I get an AMEN? Anyway...completed chores are in the gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;1. Mail my passport paperwork to higher powers that will renew my passport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2. Mow my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Drop off clothes at a local consignment store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Attend aerobics &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, Wednesday, and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Meet with important bank officials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Attend church Wednesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;7. Sweep my garage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with yesterday's accomplishments. The Post Office was the main one I wanted to complete. Can I just say, The Post Office is a horribly slow establishment. I was there for over 30 minutes. I'm all about saving The Post Office, because it's been around for so long, blah, blah, blah. However, when you only have one person working the front for 30 people, I kind of don't feel sorry for your organization that's going down the toilet. It's like Wally-World. Why do they have 35 check-out registers when they only use 10. They should know, crap like that makes us, consumers, mad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6728627215872879108?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6728627215872879108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6728627215872879108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6728627215872879108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6728627215872879108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/mission-to-use-vacation-time-day-i.html' title='The mission to use vacation time-Day I'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-693302960241399914</id><published>2011-09-06T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T05:16:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The mission to use vacation time</title><content type='html'>Do you remember back in May when I discovered all my unused vacation time? I had 23.4 days of vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I would like to report that I've made some headway on that unused vacation time. Sadly, that's not true. As of right now, I have 21.7 days of vacation. Blogger World, never fear OK Chick has a plan. This week, Tuesday-Thursday, I am taking the afternoon off. I'm going to leave my office at 2pm, not a minute later. I do not care what life threatening office emergency happens, I'm walking out the door at 2pm. I do admit this is a weak attempt to use vacation time, but we all have to start somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be asking yourself what will you do with your 3 hours of vacation time each day? Well, I'm so glad you've asked. Blogger World, let me show you my goal list. Yes, I have a goal list, because I cannot have a vacation without accomplishing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Mail my passport paperwork to higher powers that will renew my passport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Mow my yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Drop off clothes at a local consignment store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Attend aerobics Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Meet with important bank officials. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Attend church Wednesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Sweep my garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not messing around with this weeks vacation time. I plan to utilize my time. Tomorrow I will let you know how everything works out. Please stop laughing at me. I will have you know, I do have some trips planned in the near future. I'm not a complete loser!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-693302960241399914?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/693302960241399914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=693302960241399914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/693302960241399914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/693302960241399914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/09/mission-to-use-vacation-time.html' title='The mission to use vacation time'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-705262783450374519</id><published>2011-08-29T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T06:38:57.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the end of the world as we know it</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, allow me to introduce you to Sister #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSV5dMLNQaA/TluT6hr4DeI/AAAAAAAACWw/t7qtXTFEd74/s1600/Jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSV5dMLNQaA/TluT6hr4DeI/AAAAAAAACWw/t7qtXTFEd74/s320/Jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646269191523143138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple things about Sister #1.&lt;br /&gt;1) She is my sister.&lt;br /&gt;2) She is not a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;3) Only runs on a treadmill in air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Sister #1 informed me that tomorrow (Saturday) she was meeting people to run at 6:30AM. I thought it wouldn't happen, but it did.  This morning she informed me that she was up and running at 5:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, this is your warning that the world is about to end. I swear at any minute, you will see pigs flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-705262783450374519?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/705262783450374519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=705262783450374519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/705262783450374519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/705262783450374519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-end-of-world-as-we-know-it.html' title='It&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSV5dMLNQaA/TluT6hr4DeI/AAAAAAAACWw/t7qtXTFEd74/s72-c/Jam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4555284393647670725</id><published>2011-08-26T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T06:00:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 things you should know...</title><content type='html'>It's my duty to keep you informed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Britney Spears was quoted saying if she wasn't famous she'd be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you'd want her teaching your 5 year old? Right, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Power of Love&lt;/span&gt; by Huey Lewis &amp;amp; The News was #1 on the music charts in 1985. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Random fact about OK Chick: I love Huey Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This weekend &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt;'s TV show premiers on Food Network.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to say it...no fair! Why does PW get everything? She has book, cookbook, famous friends, TV appearances, great clothes, and a ladder in her pantry. Can she not share some of her luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Derek Jeter is single again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be honest, I thought this was the guy Cameron Diaz is dating. I'm dissappointed in my celebrity gossip mix-up. I normally, have all my facts straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A hurricane is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the East Coast will be welcoming Irene. I found an &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/hurricane-preparedness--5-things-you-can-do-to-keep-safe.html"&gt;article on Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; about 5 tips on staying safe during a hurricane. I will save you the time of reading the article and tell you it's common sense. When did Americans become so stupid? I'm serious, one of the tips is to watch the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4555284393647670725?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4555284393647670725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4555284393647670725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4555284393647670725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4555284393647670725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-things-you-should-know.html' title='The 5 things you should know...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3570089863523942823</id><published>2011-08-25T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:30:33.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready for some football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AguKFvY8WE4/TlY7nXYjGaI/AAAAAAAACWY/Lsc3lyp3HA0/s1600/yahoo-fantasy-football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AguKFvY8WE4/TlY7nXYjGaI/AAAAAAAACWY/Lsc3lyp3HA0/s320/yahoo-fantasy-football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644764730433411490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, I've entered the Fantasy Football world. This is new territory for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I drafted my team. Actually, it's "our" team. I'm a co-manager for my coworker's team. A co-worker who has already threatened to trade me if I do not hold my own as co-manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was picking my players I realized something. Well, I realized a couple things....&lt;br /&gt;1. I know nothing about NFL.&lt;br /&gt;2. Unless a football player has been in &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/"&gt;People.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/kardashians/index.html"&gt;dated a Kardashian&lt;/a&gt;, or played for OU/OSU  I've never heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fantasy Footballers are crazier than my running health freak friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Trash talking is the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited about entering this new territory. I have some learning to do, but I'm confident I will catch on quickly.  Otherwise I'll be traded faster than you can say......well I can't think of a word, but I know my coworker will not hestitate to trade me for another kicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3570089863523942823?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3570089863523942823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3570089863523942823' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3570089863523942823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3570089863523942823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-you-ready-for-some-football.html' title='Are you ready for some football!'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AguKFvY8WE4/TlY7nXYjGaI/AAAAAAAACWY/Lsc3lyp3HA0/s72-c/yahoo-fantasy-football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1812186098873426516</id><published>2011-08-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T05:19:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>My newest list. Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Pizookie from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bjsbrewhouse.com/"&gt;BJs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JU3ofM_lGU/TlTphooBOGI/AAAAAAAACWQ/SzyxcJYWqbM/s1600/Pizookie%2BBJ%2527s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JU3ofM_lGU/TlTphooBOGI/AAAAAAAACWQ/SzyxcJYWqbM/s320/Pizookie%2BBJ%2527s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644392997052299362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greatest thing ever!!! If you are not familiar with Pizookies it's a warm fresh out of the oven cookie with ice cream on top. How could that be gross? It's not. My office is located very close to a BJs, which is not a good thing. I honestly cannot eat at BJs without getting a Pizookie, and my coworkers feel the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) This guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXHbAZwanaA/TlTpPabzxPI/AAAAAAAACWI/dVlCgGk6r58/s1600/Rooftop%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXHbAZwanaA/TlTpPabzxPI/AAAAAAAACWI/dVlCgGk6r58/s320/Rooftop%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644392684005344498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He makes the best coconut rice, and I don't even like coconut. He also makes other great stuff, but the coconut rice is my absolute favorite. Now I'm craving coconut rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Air Conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEMe94yEGIg/TlTpM6u7otI/AAAAAAAACWA/0tMImb6629s/s1600/ac1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEMe94yEGIg/TlTpM6u7otI/AAAAAAAACWA/0tMImb6629s/s320/ac1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644392641135878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Oklahoma is on day 52 with 100 degree temps. Our record was 50 days. The weather people are really excited because we beat our record. As I've said before, I'm over summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Running Skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbGCgz3rfiU/TlTpJ6JpspI/AAAAAAAACV4/hGRdcHOypfs/s1600/Running%2Bskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EbGCgz3rfiU/TlTpJ6JpspI/AAAAAAAACV4/hGRdcHOypfs/s320/Running%2Bskirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644392589439906450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies, running skirts are so in right now. Have you tried working out in a skirt? It's very nice. I highly recommend walking/running in a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Vitamin Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCgsSuiVuig/TlTowC5w_xI/AAAAAAAACVw/jQal2Rw8enc/s1600/vit-water-zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LCgsSuiVuig/TlTowC5w_xI/AAAAAAAACVw/jQal2Rw8enc/s320/vit-water-zero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644392145112596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's good. It comes in a variety of flavors, and it has 0 calories....kind of like water. Right now, Target has it on sale for $.88, which is a good buy! Seriously, it's a great buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1812186098873426516?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1812186098873426516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1812186098873426516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1812186098873426516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1812186098873426516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A few of my favorite things'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JU3ofM_lGU/TlTphooBOGI/AAAAAAAACWQ/SzyxcJYWqbM/s72-c/Pizookie%2BBJ%2527s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-688611862142318079</id><published>2011-08-22T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T06:27:41.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to thank the 3 people that played 3 truths and a lie.  Thanks! The 3 commenters went along with my 3 theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, none were right. It was kind of a trick question. Not on purpose. It's just what I thought was going to happen this weekend, and what really happened weren't the same. The correct answer was: 3 and 4. I will explain with a Weekend Update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had high hopes of attending the 3rd going away party. But after I arrived home from work, I realized Friday night was my only night to mow the yard. Yup, you read right. Friday night I mowed my yard. I know, I'm boring and old. Moving on the rest of the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;I started my Saturday with a Jazzercise class. There's really no other way to start your Saturday morning. Actually, I think of a few others but whatever. After Jazzercise I met a couple friends for lunch. Lunch was fun for a couple reasons....&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;a href="http://mycoolgreens.com/"&gt; We ate here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) &lt;a href="http://myblogmlashley.blogspot.com/"&gt;We saw fellow blogger&lt;/a&gt;, who's children are super cute in real life and are well behaved in restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;C) &lt;a href="http://www.kfor.com/kfor-scott-hines,0,4334028.story"&gt;We saw local celeb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After lunch it was off to work, which is boring so I won't talk about working on a Saturday. However, the rest of my Saturday was fun. I went to see The Help with a &lt;a href="http://amysroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;fellow blogger&lt;/a&gt; and then had &lt;a href="http://www.manhattanrestaurantandbar.com/"&gt;dinner&lt;/a&gt; with her and another friend.  So see, work might have sucked but the rest of the Saturday was very fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple highlights from Sunday. The first highlight, is I baked Blueberry Scones. I'm very proud of this because I did not use a box mix. I followed a recipe and they turned out amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Second highlight, was the family gathered to celebrate my dad's birthday.  We celebrated with &lt;a href="http://www.hideawaypizza.com/"&gt;Hideaway Pizza&lt;/a&gt; and presents. After dinner we were suppose to go see Planet of the Apes. Sadly, that did not happen. I blame it on the fact that my dad has three girls. It's amazing how slow we can eat when faced with going to see Planet of the Apes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's a quick Weekend Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-688611862142318079?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/688611862142318079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=688611862142318079' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/688611862142318079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/688611862142318079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-378266651642209160</id><published>2011-08-19T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T05:27:00.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 truths and 1 lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a game I like to play when I have time to post, but nothing to say. Sorry. Lately, things have been a bit slow and boring. I'm going to blame the heat. I blame the heat on everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: Guess which statement is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;The prize: Imaginary high-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 3 mornings in a row, I have taken the stairs to my office.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've attended 3 going away parties for a coworker.&lt;br /&gt;3. Once this week I ran 3.25 miles.&lt;br /&gt;4. This week I only worked 3 hours of overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-378266651642209160?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/378266651642209160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=378266651642209160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/378266651642209160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/378266651642209160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-truths-and-1-lie.html' title='3 truths and 1 lie'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4843589780769580576</id><published>2011-08-15T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:23:22.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>In my second life I want work for the CIA. But if I can't get into the CIA I would settle for CSI (in any state), NYC Police Department, or Chicago's Police Department. I have a thing for suspense, solving crime, and working with cute detectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was a child. My grandma, or maybe it was my mom, introduced me to Jessica Fletcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSlfaeu99tA/TkkPc8qG-sI/AAAAAAAACVo/uZKFZIcj9VA/s1600/murder__she_wrote_-_packshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSlfaeu99tA/TkkPc8qG-sI/AAAAAAAACVo/uZKFZIcj9VA/s320/murder__she_wrote_-_packshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641056998251756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that it just spiraled out of control....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiOJr3FDpEM/TkkOzGiAyhI/AAAAAAAACVg/pibtvefXQQ0/s1600/white-collar-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fiOJr3FDpEM/TkkOzGiAyhI/AAAAAAAACVg/pibtvefXQQ0/s320/white-collar-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641056279347644946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vx_mj8r6BR4/TkkOtmE0BbI/AAAAAAAACVY/U4bQqS3rUXk/s1600/csi_las_vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vx_mj8r6BR4/TkkOtmE0BbI/AAAAAAAACVY/U4bQqS3rUXk/s320/csi_las_vegas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641056184735892914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsdeA3Xu45g/TkkOrCJ5T3I/AAAAAAAACVQ/PAUSTGTX6oE/s1600/Castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsdeA3Xu45g/TkkOrCJ5T3I/AAAAAAAACVQ/PAUSTGTX6oE/s320/Castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641056140733796210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvClc5Xpfs/TkkOo--DkPI/AAAAAAAACVI/lLPeqnOetLg/s1600/rookie-blue_promo0021.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvClc5Xpfs/TkkOo--DkPI/AAAAAAAACVI/lLPeqnOetLg/s320/rookie-blue_promo0021.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641056105519091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pKFEa5lEf8/TkkOJQAG8aI/AAAAAAAACVA/6f2tNc71MIs/s1600/covert-affairs-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5pKFEa5lEf8/TkkOJQAG8aI/AAAAAAAACVA/6f2tNc71MIs/s320/covert-affairs-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641055560335290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 100% sure this is not normal. But on the upside, I will be a fantastic detective. I have like 30 years of training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4843589780769580576?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4843589780769580576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4843589780769580576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4843589780769580576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4843589780769580576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aSlfaeu99tA/TkkPc8qG-sI/AAAAAAAACVo/uZKFZIcj9VA/s72-c/murder__she_wrote_-_packshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-9104530219749507534</id><published>2011-08-09T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:50:47.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you missed this summer</title><content type='html'>Folks, summer is over. I'm declaring summer over.  I'm just sick to  death of the summer heat!  The Summer of  2011 is dead to me. I said dead to me! On a happier note, here are some of the things you missed because I was  too busy to blog. Sorry, life and work got in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. In-n-Out Burger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, Texas conveniently built a couple In-n-Out Burgers.  This is a fantastic set up for me.        A) I'm only 3 hours  from an In-n-Out. B) Since I'm 3 hours away I cannot hop in my vehicle  for a tasty burger whenever the mood strikes. This will keep my butt  and thighs in check.  See, all around this is good news for OK Chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--c1rYSCixSc/TkEnpDDAyqI/AAAAAAAACUI/NoZ63WlusdE/s1600/in_n_out_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--c1rYSCixSc/TkEnpDDAyqI/AAAAAAAACUI/NoZ63WlusdE/s320/in_n_out_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638831794590632610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Walking Partners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I had plenty of walking partners.  I enjoy a good 4-6 mile walk with friends. We usually chat about complicated things, like the stock market. Kidding, we never discuss the stock market. Unless, I'm walking with my parents or Sister #1. By the way, this is not a picture of my walking partners. I will probably get sued for posting this picture on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7P6IAh-BcI/TkEn0iDqkFI/AAAAAAAACUQ/hEgucnA-fGQ/s1600/women-walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7P6IAh-BcI/TkEn0iDqkFI/AAAAAAAACUQ/hEgucnA-fGQ/s320/women-walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638831991893430354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally visited an Ikea.  It was a bit overwhelming. I didn't know where to start or what to buy. However, their cinnamon rolls smelt amazing. I didn't try one; but I highly recommend one on the pure fact that they smelt so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6XXnYNvivk/TkEnlrMLg8I/AAAAAAAACUA/FuQBhdF7oPY/s1600/ikea-furniture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6XXnYNvivk/TkEnlrMLg8I/AAAAAAAACUA/FuQBhdF7oPY/s320/ikea-furniture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638831736647025602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Parents vs. GPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, I have some proud news. My parents conquered the GPS in their car. It's true. They won the battle. By the end of our Dallas trip they were punching in addresses and following maps/directions. Score one for The Parentals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcQMNuiXK0/TkEnixDQGVI/AAAAAAAACT4/UkU2UHIBef8/s1600/gps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNcQMNuiXK0/TkEnixDQGVI/AAAAAAAACT4/UkU2UHIBef8/s320/gps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638831686680582482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Cookie Cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rekindled my love for a good Cookie Cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFh4aNy5NV8/TkEngD_BBdI/AAAAAAAACTw/t9bmu17vsL4/s1600/myparty-cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nFh4aNy5NV8/TkEngD_BBdI/AAAAAAAACTw/t9bmu17vsL4/s320/myparty-cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638831640223483346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, it was hot this summer. I know, I know it was hot where you live too. We are not used to 109-112 temps for multiple days. What the crap are you suppose to do in 109 temps? If I wanted this kind of weather I would move to the beach, or Louisiana. I didn't sign up for this crap! I will never EVER complain about snow or ice. You have it in blog writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBe1Ql98JkU/TkEs24sJVoI/AAAAAAAACUo/_7Ny-6zwBbA/s1600/make-it-stoppppppppppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBe1Ql98JkU/TkEs24sJVoI/AAAAAAAACUo/_7Ny-6zwBbA/s320/make-it-stoppppppppppp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638837529886676610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-9104530219749507534?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/9104530219749507534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=9104530219749507534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/9104530219749507534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/9104530219749507534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-you-missed-this-summer.html' title='What you missed this summer'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--c1rYSCixSc/TkEnpDDAyqI/AAAAAAAACUI/NoZ63WlusdE/s72-c/in_n_out_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3677644582797766754</id><published>2011-08-04T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T05:22:03.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who you calling a girl?</title><content type='html'>This morning I achieved greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I aired up my tires... all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a huge accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to share it with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening, or reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3677644582797766754?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3677644582797766754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3677644582797766754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3677644582797766754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3677644582797766754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-you-calling-girl.html' title='Who you calling a girl?'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3641606067438596203</id><published>2011-07-31T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:57:36.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was hard</title><content type='html'>This is how I finished the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635707211674351234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSrRtp-ivjM/TjYN2Yn09oI/AAAAAAAACTg/9koIm269ZpQ/s320/Mud.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm going to be honest, it was the hardest thing I have ever done! There were a couple times I thought I was going to die. BUT...I ended up doing pretty dang good. My time was 46:55, which isn't great but it was good enough for this race. &lt;/p&gt;A big thanks to my cheerleaders. They sat/stood in the hot sun to see me roll around in mud. Blogger World, that's love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635709107624306786" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VBxH3nLxEDc/TjYPkvlhaGI/AAAAAAAACTo/ki8QgPdtPNM/s320/Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a group shot of the fellow crazies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635706731301583330" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YMy7lBzrHM/TjYNabGCOeI/AAAAAAAACTY/69CY5p9JC3Q/s320/Mud1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3641606067438596203?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3641606067438596203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3641606067438596203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3641606067438596203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3641606067438596203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-was-hard.html' title='It was hard'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSrRtp-ivjM/TjYN2Yn09oI/AAAAAAAACTg/9koIm269ZpQ/s72-c/Mud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3788703962096619076</id><published>2011-07-27T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:29:53.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing in the mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gwn2bybtyv0/TjABgc7Q1xI/AAAAAAAACS4/7Zk2Dv-66dA/s1600/WhatIs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gwn2bybtyv0/TjABgc7Q1xI/AAAAAAAACS4/7Zk2Dv-66dA/s320/WhatIs.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634004790872692498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I mentioned signing up for the &lt;a href="http://warriordash.com/"&gt;Warrior Dash.&lt;/a&gt; An intense gut hurting 5K that includes obstacles. Well, in preparation for that race, I'm participating in another obstacle 5K race, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dirty30race.com/Info.html"&gt;Dirty30&lt;/a&gt;. As you can see, this race will include 7 tons of mud and 15 obstacles. Piece of cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 54% sure I can get my butt over the wall I have to climb. Also,  I'm pretending the 7 tons of mud is like a day at the spa. Don't people pay big bucks to roll around in mud? I think it does something for your skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today, I ask each one of you to pray for me.  I will need every pray spoken on my behalf. Go ahead I'll wait................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, this is serious stuff I have climb a wall that looks similar to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ugXeG9e4g/TjAB82ebO6I/AAAAAAAACTA/FTHdhJ-DiM8/s1600/304796593_95c786c782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ugXeG9e4g/TjAB82ebO6I/AAAAAAAACTA/FTHdhJ-DiM8/s320/304796593_95c786c782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634005278767397794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, because that's a picture of the Great Wall of China. I'm sure they will not have a replica of the Great Wall. However, if they did I'd be prepared because I've already conquered this wall. True story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3788703962096619076?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3788703962096619076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3788703962096619076' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3788703962096619076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3788703962096619076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-in-mud.html' title='Playing in the mud'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gwn2bybtyv0/TjABgc7Q1xI/AAAAAAAACS4/7Zk2Dv-66dA/s72-c/WhatIs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5011602120473118803</id><published>2011-07-20T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T05:11:39.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so began my love affair with water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Air condition needs water to run properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_cpEQrrTY/TibFJ0P5PbI/AAAAAAAACSg/JeW9ihAR_Rk/s1600/1630102812004energy_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_cpEQrrTY/TibFJ0P5PbI/AAAAAAAACSg/JeW9ihAR_Rk/s320/1630102812004energy_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631405156508188082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact&lt;/span&gt;: Toilets need water...to do their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Un3B0iwRU/TibFFF5EphI/AAAAAAAACSY/g9v_kL2wC4w/s1600/swarovski_toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-Un3B0iwRU/TibFFF5EphI/AAAAAAAACSY/g9v_kL2wC4w/s320/swarovski_toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631405075344958994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these facts have in common? Water. A key component that is lacking at my office. It should be an interesting day. I've already called bathroom breaks at the local Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kllt3EUrerM/TibE_XkmxAI/AAAAAAAACSQ/mo6vcyn2fAo/s1600/water_drop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kllt3EUrerM/TibE_XkmxAI/AAAAAAAACSQ/mo6vcyn2fAo/s320/water_drop1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631404977011737602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5011602120473118803?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5011602120473118803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5011602120473118803' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5011602120473118803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5011602120473118803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-so-began-my-love-affair-with-water.html' title='And so began my love affair with water'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2x_cpEQrrTY/TibFJ0P5PbI/AAAAAAAACSg/JeW9ihAR_Rk/s72-c/1630102812004energy_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6679797751304346887</id><published>2011-07-19T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T06:43:02.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of the Day</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, I have three questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why does the printer break when I'm in a hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqQVUnaMNLc/TiWJoRA1CFI/AAAAAAAACSA/Zf9mUo5XNaA/s1600/250_enlarge_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqQVUnaMNLc/TiWJoRA1CFI/AAAAAAAACSA/Zf9mUo5XNaA/s320/250_enlarge_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631058233951324242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; has time to make this? It's like 20 steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDPIg7GuIC8/TiV12ItyW3I/AAAAAAAACR4/LfMCYORJPiE/s1600/granita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDPIg7GuIC8/TiV12ItyW3I/AAAAAAAACR4/LfMCYORJPiE/s320/granita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631036482009586546" com="" img="" gifder="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why is she still famous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkM3kSjtvig/TiV1yRu7jfI/AAAAAAAACRw/Gm82LGqq7j8/s1600/lady-gaga-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkM3kSjtvig/TiV1yRu7jfI/AAAAAAAACRw/Gm82LGqq7j8/s320/lady-gaga-435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631036415710825970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6679797751304346887?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6679797751304346887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6679797751304346887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6679797751304346887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6679797751304346887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/questions-of-day.html' title='Questions of the Day'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqQVUnaMNLc/TiWJoRA1CFI/AAAAAAAACSA/Zf9mUo5XNaA/s72-c/250_enlarge_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-3875467053186630958</id><published>2011-07-18T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T04:58:49.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnHrywyNT6I/TiQcjhmRmNI/AAAAAAAACRo/iO5U_lFeJYs/s1600/7618_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnHrywyNT6I/TiQcjhmRmNI/AAAAAAAACRo/iO5U_lFeJYs/s320/7618_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630656830759868626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, I've reached a new level of stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I've signed up for the &lt;a href="http://warriordash.com/"&gt;Warrior Dash&lt;/a&gt;. If you are unfamilar with the race let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 5K that includes 12 obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obstacles that include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trudging through waist deep water&lt;br /&gt;Jumping over cars&lt;br /&gt;Jumping over fire&lt;br /&gt;Climbing a wall&lt;br /&gt;Crawling across tangled ropes&lt;br /&gt;Running up a hill&lt;br /&gt;Running through mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Probably so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fun? Not doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the other freaks of nature out there! Long live the craziness.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-3875467053186630958?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/3875467053186630958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=3875467053186630958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3875467053186630958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/3875467053186630958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/freak-of-nature.html' title='Freak of Nature'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnHrywyNT6I/TiQcjhmRmNI/AAAAAAAACRo/iO5U_lFeJYs/s72-c/7618_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4192964445462682118</id><published>2011-07-15T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T05:49:55.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B2Rjtgyah0/TiA3YRaH7XI/AAAAAAAACRY/UfIrmFvwHEw/s1600/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B2Rjtgyah0/TiA3YRaH7XI/AAAAAAAACRY/UfIrmFvwHEw/s320/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629560424342482290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday it all ends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4192964445462682118?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4192964445462682118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4192964445462682118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4192964445462682118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4192964445462682118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B2Rjtgyah0/TiA3YRaH7XI/AAAAAAAACRY/UfIrmFvwHEw/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1823449673565213539</id><published>2011-07-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T06:08:19.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Country</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in God's Country; which is West Texas. If you are curious, this is West Texas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qy4uo2P6nZo/Th7m6Lw0lVI/AAAAAAAACRI/ZVzRxZVWrxY/s1600/wtexas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qy4uo2P6nZo/Th7m6Lw0lVI/AAAAAAAACRI/ZVzRxZVWrxY/s320/wtexas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629190471524062546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's breath taking isn't it? This is the scenery for about 5 hours. After 3 hours you become very thirsty. I'm assuming gas stations make a killing around here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, this is why I love West Texas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gaf15-MJXQ/Th7oY3AkGbI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-3JBAKas0pk/s1600/breakfast%2Bburrito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3gaf15-MJXQ/Th7oY3AkGbI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-3JBAKas0pk/s320/breakfast%2Bburrito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629192098040519090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, you have not lived until you've had a true breakfast burrito. I'm talking fresh tortillas, not Mission Tortillas, stuff with eggs, cheese, and covered in fresh salsa. It's so good, I ate one even though I'd already eaten breakfast, yogurt and a bagel. What? I'll run it off! Don't judge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1823449673565213539?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1823449673565213539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1823449673565213539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1823449673565213539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1823449673565213539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/gods-country.html' title='God&apos;s Country'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qy4uo2P6nZo/Th7m6Lw0lVI/AAAAAAAACRI/ZVzRxZVWrxY/s72-c/wtexas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-456154476971465398</id><published>2011-07-11T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T05:20:42.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One man's trash is another man's treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTWGuvAd6NE/ThrmwSXeCmI/AAAAAAAACRA/szPPVom0x1I/s1600/091008_plastic-lawn-chairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTWGuvAd6NE/ThrmwSXeCmI/AAAAAAAACRA/szPPVom0x1I/s320/091008_plastic-lawn-chairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628064401591241314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is big trash day. This morning, while running, I was checking out everyone's junk. One house had some great junk. They were tossing a grill, a nice grill. If I didn't already have one I would have rolled that sucker home. Another house was tossing two lawn chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lap, around the block, I just "eyed" the lawn chairs. The second lap, I ran closer to the curb to see what type of lawn chairs they were tossing. The third lap, I stopped to see if there were in good condition. The fourth lap, I grabbed one of the lawn chairs. I placed that baby on top of my head and started walking home. Imagine the &lt;a href="http://www.chiquita.com/"&gt;Chiquita Banana Lady&lt;/a&gt; but with a lawn chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? The lawn chair was in perfect condition, and lawn chairs are expensive! Who doesn't need an extra lawn chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this post, please hide all your junk because I have no shame in stealing it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-456154476971465398?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/456154476971465398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=456154476971465398' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/456154476971465398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/456154476971465398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-mans-trash-is-another-mans-treasure.html' title='One man&apos;s trash is another man&apos;s treasure'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTWGuvAd6NE/ThrmwSXeCmI/AAAAAAAACRA/szPPVom0x1I/s72-c/091008_plastic-lawn-chairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1751319092136306190</id><published>2011-07-07T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:38:35.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Folks, this is no Plane Jane Ramblings. No, no, this is a special addition. Blogger World, today I&lt;br /&gt;bring you Ramblings with Pictures. Are you excited? I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlLOY0Vx5MI/Thb05frFkjI/AAAAAAAACQg/c9QVtYVgjog/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlLOY0Vx5MI/Thb05frFkjI/AAAAAAAACQg/c9QVtYVgjog/s320/dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626954053037953586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my new dress. It's from &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/"&gt;Old Navy&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's the thing, I bought Old Navy's Groupon thinking it would be great for baby presents.  When I walked into Old Navy I had every intent on using the Groupon for a gift. But I saw this dress and things went downhill-like I didn't buy a present for anyone but myself.  Good news, I've already worn the dress. It's very comfortable. I give it 4 stars. I would give it 5 stars, but I wore it to the movies and froze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lZMeX2VatM/ThYTG_qH9eI/AAAAAAAACQY/E-DsAHFJ2Hs/s1600/1309959054_pippa-middleton-468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lZMeX2VatM/ThYTG_qH9eI/AAAAAAAACQY/E-DsAHFJ2Hs/s320/1309959054_pippa-middleton-468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626705795334272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a confession. I don't understand everyone's fascination with Pippa. She has become an overnight sensation. I get that her sister marrying Prince William was a big deal. Ok, huge deal. But &lt;a href="http://www.officialroyalwedding2011.org/"&gt;The Royal Wedding&lt;/a&gt; was a long time ago. Why am I still reading about Pippa? Why does People.com post a picture of her daily? She doesn't do anything but walk around. Does she even have a job? Again, why is she still in the tabloids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was going to make Black Bean Salsa. Have you guys had this? It's very good, and a good source of protein. I'm always looking for a good source of protein. The more protein I eat, the less likely my mom will inform me I need to take iron pills. As I said in the beginning, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was going to make this tasty side dish. I end up not making Black Bean Salsa because I was lazy.  I would have had to buy groceries and chop 5 things. All-in-all I decided I could receive a good dose of protein by eating a granola bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbQUI8lEqB0/ThYS9a4s43I/AAAAAAAACQQ/nPTMJPhkAJo/s1600/Black%2BBean%2BSalsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hbQUI8lEqB0/ThYS9a4s43I/AAAAAAAACQQ/nPTMJPhkAJo/s320/Black%2BBean%2BSalsa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626705630844478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Tom Hank's birthday. I would like to wish him a Happy  Birthday. He's in one of my favorite movies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/span&gt;. I also  feel that it's important to mention today is also Kevin Bacon's birthday.  He's also in one of my favorite movies,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Footloose&lt;/span&gt;. Do you think Tom and  Kevin are friends in real life? If so, do you think they sent Facebook messages to each  other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lL08L41WSYc/Thb2kCD6cLI/AAAAAAAACQo/TjH_I-STcj0/s1600/meg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lL08L41WSYc/Thb2kCD6cLI/AAAAAAAACQo/TjH_I-STcj0/s320/meg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626955883335020722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I've been getting up at 5am to run. It's far too hot to run in the evening. We've had 18 consecutive days of 100 temps. Do you know yesterday it got up to 108? These are times I'm thankful my office keeps it at 45 all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbTvUWUvEsY/Thb5tqbjnGI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7QWip-loDBU/s1600/hot-temps-saturday-070211-453x340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SbTvUWUvEsY/Thb5tqbjnGI/AAAAAAAACQ4/7QWip-loDBU/s320/hot-temps-saturday-070211-453x340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626959347325312098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, this is all the Ramblings I have for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday and Happy Birthday to Tom Hanks and Kevin Bacon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1751319092136306190?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1751319092136306190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1751319092136306190' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1751319092136306190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1751319092136306190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlLOY0Vx5MI/Thb05frFkjI/AAAAAAAACQg/c9QVtYVgjog/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2082851905136607400</id><published>2011-07-05T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T05:19:25.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I run to eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5qh74EUwTU/ThMActVTrsI/AAAAAAAACP4/8YwuHxrcTNU/s1600/100107_chickentendersfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5qh74EUwTU/ThMActVTrsI/AAAAAAAACP4/8YwuHxrcTNU/s320/100107_chickentendersfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840852721184450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE0dKefoc0Y/ThMAp5X9tmI/AAAAAAAACQA/lK3tZY5pc9U/s1600/bakedmac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WE0dKefoc0Y/ThMAp5X9tmI/AAAAAAAACQA/lK3tZY5pc9U/s320/bakedmac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625841079291852386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIJEMWGKKGw/ThL_zMOIVzI/AAAAAAAACPo/C-oLQDt9AZg/s1600/brisket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qIJEMWGKKGw/ThL_zMOIVzI/AAAAAAAACPo/C-oLQDt9AZg/s320/brisket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840139458074418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7cjYrJ_oMk/ThL_vzcrvnI/AAAAAAAACPg/sdtJKaax2xY/s1600/Twice-Baked-Potatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7cjYrJ_oMk/ThL_vzcrvnI/AAAAAAAACPg/sdtJKaax2xY/s320/Twice-Baked-Potatoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840081268620914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KRXrTnrXDU/ThL_qSFTw1I/AAAAAAAACPQ/pRUy_pHioOU/s1600/2009_04_15-sisterschubert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KRXrTnrXDU/ThL_qSFTw1I/AAAAAAAACPQ/pRUy_pHioOU/s320/2009_04_15-sisterschubert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625839986412864338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVuJuG2meCo/ThL_2LM3hFI/AAAAAAAACPw/fvY5fOwPCwg/s1600/245896%252Cxcitefun-happy-birthday-cakes-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lVuJuG2meCo/ThL_2LM3hFI/AAAAAAAACPw/fvY5fOwPCwg/s320/245896%252Cxcitefun-happy-birthday-cakes-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840190723949650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CwNjwXPHMw/ThL_tRvPwYI/AAAAAAAACPY/gEBpkeVYZAI/s1600/SlidersBurger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--CwNjwXPHMw/ThL_tRvPwYI/AAAAAAAACPY/gEBpkeVYZAI/s320/SlidersBurger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625840037859934594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROP1bkmBhNo/ThL_lf6shWI/AAAAAAAACPI/Y62Ok_82iFM/s1600/IP0311_Baked_Sweet_Potato_Fires_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROP1bkmBhNo/ThL_lf6shWI/AAAAAAAACPI/Y62Ok_82iFM/s320/IP0311_Baked_Sweet_Potato_Fires_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625839904227100002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'd think I could have thrown in a salad somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2082851905136607400?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2082851905136607400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2082851905136607400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2082851905136607400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2082851905136607400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-run-to-eat.html' title='I run to eat'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5qh74EUwTU/ThMActVTrsI/AAAAAAAACP4/8YwuHxrcTNU/s72-c/100107_chickentendersfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-779220270912851321</id><published>2011-06-30T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T04:52:34.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvV1XBEFV7k/Tgxh4BdyC7I/AAAAAAAACPA/0BKlonxiWn0/s1600/RoadTrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvV1XBEFV7k/Tgxh4BdyC7I/AAAAAAAACPA/0BKlonxiWn0/s320/RoadTrip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623977649772825522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I might be taking a 24 hour road trip. My time will be spent two ways- driving and sitting in an office. Blogger World, don't be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros for this road trip:&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Express&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Burritos&lt;br /&gt;Steak Fingers with Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Goats&lt;br /&gt;Cactus&lt;br /&gt;White Pick-ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, don't be jealous. I know you all wish your life was as glamorous as mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-779220270912851321?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/779220270912851321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=779220270912851321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/779220270912851321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/779220270912851321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvV1XBEFV7k/Tgxh4BdyC7I/AAAAAAAACPA/0BKlonxiWn0/s72-c/RoadTrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5868524047908204869</id><published>2011-06-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T05:50:44.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Drama Queen</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I thought I was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I was in Hometown, USA, celebrating Father's Day, when my parents received a call stating traces of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escherichia_coli"&gt;E.coli&lt;/a&gt; had been found in the drinking water. This was alarming news, since I'd just downed a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to yesterday mid morning. All the sudden my head and stomach began to hurt. Then I started having hot flashes and grinding my teeth. These are my symptoms of throwing up.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was positive the headache and stomach ache were results of E.coli I felt I needed to notify someone. 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I feel gross today. I have a headache, and I feel like I’m about to throw up. I’m already doing the….sweating/ grinding of teeth. Those are my throwing up symptoms, which are the exact same as my car sick symptoms.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidenote: Please note I pointed out my car sick symptoms. Sister #1 has always thought my car sick stuff is a bunch of bull. She says I use it to get the back seat. I'm not saying she's right, because she's not, but it's not my fault she didn't think of it 20 years ago. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I decide I'm officially headed to the Good Lord I sent one more message....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't think E.coli would be the way I'd go. Please take care of my new overpriced flowers when I pass. They were too expensive to just let die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm still here. However, it is safe to assume that I am the Drama Queen of the Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5868524047908204869?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5868524047908204869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5868524047908204869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5868524047908204869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5868524047908204869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/confessions-of-drama-queen.html' title='Confessions of a Drama Queen'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8115635905839653994</id><published>2011-06-27T05:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:27:03.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To cut or not to cut</title><content type='html'>Today, I've reached my breaking point. I'm over long hair. For almost a year I've been sporting long hair.  I normally do not have long hair, because my hair is fine and it requires too much time and hair spray to fix. However, the past year I thought the long hair was a nice change so I put up with the time and rollers/hair spray to make it beautiful. Well, semi-presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I need to find a cut to repalce the long stringy mess. Here are some options....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZayQGwzFpU/TghzkCxOMdI/AAAAAAAACO4/BsRQ-bR5Lm4/s1600/Haircut%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZayQGwzFpU/TghzkCxOMdI/AAAAAAAACO4/BsRQ-bR5Lm4/s320/Haircut%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622871197827871186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDDQEJU9keE/Tghzgb-iayI/AAAAAAAACOw/BR6h_hkkaGM/s1600/Meg%2BRyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDDQEJU9keE/Tghzgb-iayI/AAAAAAAACOw/BR6h_hkkaGM/s320/Meg%2BRyan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622871135875132194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT5grKhlIA4/TghzcMcPU-I/AAAAAAAACOo/ovA6JIS2-f4/s1600/Layer%2BBob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xT5grKhlIA4/TghzcMcPU-I/AAAAAAAACOo/ovA6JIS2-f4/s320/Layer%2BBob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622871062985266146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't do the Meg Ryan cut, but it's cute. It's her &lt;a href="http://youvegotmail.warnerbros.com/"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/a&gt; haircut. I just love that movie, and I love Meg Ryan in that movie. I really want her hair.  Anyway, folks what are your thoughts on chopping my hair? What do you think of the options? I would give you more options, but I just decided 10 minutes ago I'm ready to chop it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8115635905839653994?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8115635905839653994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8115635905839653994' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8115635905839653994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8115635905839653994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To cut or not to cut'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HZayQGwzFpU/TghzkCxOMdI/AAAAAAAACO4/BsRQ-bR5Lm4/s72-c/Haircut%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7372011750646133329</id><published>2011-06-23T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:12:38.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>I'm in the market for a new travel partner. I already have a solid list of travel partners- my family, KC, and Holly. However, it's always good to have back-ups. You never know when people will get married, start having children, or they ditch you for their best friend. On the last point, I'm looking at you Sister #1.  She's going to NYC without me, and she's going in the fall. I've always wanted to see NYC in the fall!  Anyway, I'm stocking up on travel partners. I need options when it comes to travel partners, because you never know when SW is going to have a sale and you're going to find Charleston, SC tickets for $80. Really, who can predict something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, if you or anyone you know meets these requirements please let me know.  Folks, this is an important matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathing&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who enjoys new cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone who wants to see everything, not lay in bed until noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Has a passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wants to use their passport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoys a new restaurants while on vacation, not looking for the nearest Chili's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Blogger World, let me know....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7372011750646133329?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7372011750646133329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7372011750646133329' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7372011750646133329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7372011750646133329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4367964463801601848</id><published>2011-06-22T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T05:50:34.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>Folks, it's that time of the year! The time of year when I call my parents at 6:30 in the morning to ask them an important question. A question that I look forward to asking all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parentals, where are we going on vacation in October?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, every year&lt;a href="http://www.southwest.com/?int=GNAVHOMELOGO"&gt; Southwest Airlines&lt;/a&gt; has a huge sale. They drastically slash the prices of all their flights. One way flights start at $40! I must say, is a pretty great deal. But the news just gets better. Do you know the best part of this annual sale? Come on, guess it will be fun. Fine, I'll tell you....other airlines have joined the big sale. This my friends causes an Air War, which allows me to continue flying Delta! HOORAY for cheap Delta airplane tickets! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how I feel about Delta and why I'm a loyal customer....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSQXTbx3bw/TgHjsSZlhEI/AAAAAAAACOg/Cl4qUB1Qczk/s1600/delta-biscoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSQXTbx3bw/TgHjsSZlhEI/AAAAAAAACOg/Cl4qUB1Qczk/s320/delta-biscoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621024159927993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I'm only half kidding about why I'm a loyal customer. It really has to do with the free tickets I've acquired over the years, which is the honest to goodness truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, I must end this post to begin my search for a vacation spot for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4367964463801601848?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4367964463801601848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4367964463801601848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4367964463801601848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4367964463801601848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSQXTbx3bw/TgHjsSZlhEI/AAAAAAAACOg/Cl4qUB1Qczk/s72-c/delta-biscoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1292992411062085936</id><published>2011-06-21T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T05:34:20.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butter Goodness</title><content type='html'>Last night Sister #1 made this wonderful dessert for a small dinner gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcKoudCYw9c/TgCI4_KDazI/AAAAAAAACOY/e4QxWvAgtcQ/s1600/Cookie%2BBrownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcKoudCYw9c/TgCI4_KDazI/AAAAAAAACOY/e4QxWvAgtcQ/s320/Cookie%2BBrownie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620642847566031666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Folks, the picture of the dessert is not deceiving. It really is as tasty as it looks. I mean, a brownie and a cookie combined? Come on, you know it taste heavenly.  After one bite I knew it was very unhealthy. I could taste the butter goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One difference between Sister #1 and myself is I eat something like this and analyze how much butter, sugar, or anything that's bad for you, is in the food. Last night was no exception; which is why this conversation took place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is unhealthy?&lt;br /&gt;S#1: Yes, but it's good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It has a lot of butter?&lt;br /&gt;S#1: Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Lots of oil?&lt;br /&gt;S#1: Everything has oil and butter.&lt;br /&gt;S#1: It only had 2 tablespoons of butter in the brownie part.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow that's not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;S#1: Oh and it had 4 tablespoons of butter in the cookie part.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH MY GOSH that's like a cup of butter. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I really have no idea how much butter is 6 tablespoons. American Math!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it wasn't gross because how could this creation be gross? I did feel better when our dinner host mentioned how many sticks of butter PW used last month. The amount is obscene!  I would tell you the exact amount, but I don't remember the number. &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/blog/2011/06/butter-the-harsh-and-delicious-reality/"&gt;Oh wait I found it, 484 sticks! &lt;/a&gt;Can you imagine eating 484 sticks of butter? Wait a minute, how does PW stay so skinny? Do you know that 484 sticks of butter is 392,040 calories? Do you realize it took Google + 3 minutes of math to figure the calorie count out? Seriously, I need to work on my math skills!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1292992411062085936?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1292992411062085936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1292992411062085936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1292992411062085936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1292992411062085936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/butter-goodness.html' title='Butter Goodness'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcKoudCYw9c/TgCI4_KDazI/AAAAAAAACOY/e4QxWvAgtcQ/s72-c/Cookie%2BBrownie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4233650997706183666</id><published>2011-06-14T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T05:17:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worked all week it's time to play</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, I have returned from my much need vacation. And let me stress once again, it was a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; much &lt;/span&gt;needed vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventures took place in Nashville, TN.  Last year, Sister #1 and I explored Nashville and I came home raving about the town. I just love Nashville. It's great. If you haven't been to Nashville you really need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My travel partner for this trip was my friend Tara. You guys remember Tara, right? &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcake-ministry_21.html"&gt;The founder of Cupcake Ministry.&lt;/a&gt; She's swell. This was her first time to Nashville, so I felt it was my duty to take her to all my favorite places, like &lt;a href="http://www.factoryatfranklin.com/"&gt;The Factory&lt;/a&gt;. I have a thing for big rocking chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32OvhHdRc80/TfdOrLQwWxI/AAAAAAAACOI/oqVG5_TUrxA/s1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32OvhHdRc80/TfdOrLQwWxI/AAAAAAAACOI/oqVG5_TUrxA/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618045563832392466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tara and I felt that you cannot visit Nashville without seeing Grand Ole Opry. I couldn't have agreed more, especially since I had never been. I highly recommend the tour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7GGSGXQY5Y/TfdNc7nj7vI/AAAAAAAACN4/rEuwQypZNjo/s1600/Grand%2BOle%2BOpry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7GGSGXQY5Y/TfdNc7nj7vI/AAAAAAAACN4/rEuwQypZNjo/s320/Grand%2BOle%2BOpry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618044219603283698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also made new friends.  As you can see, or maybe you can't see, this is a picture of Kristin Chenoweth who happens to be from Oklahoma. We listened to her sing a few songs from her new Country Album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjMhyG2Lks8/TfdNZXemwUI/AAAAAAAACNw/cK_E7veQUa4/s1600/New%2BFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bjMhyG2Lks8/TfdNZXemwUI/AAAAAAAACNw/cK_E7veQUa4/s320/New%2BFriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618044158362435906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited pretty gardens. Actually, we just visited one garden. We only saw this garden because we toured The Carnton Plantation, which again I recommend the tour. FYI...I want my backyard to look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTzLNqz-9Co/TfdNWhTm59I/AAAAAAAACNo/-LHoXicq2Hs/s1600/Pretty%2BThings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTzLNqz-9Co/TfdNWhTm59I/AAAAAAAACNo/-LHoXicq2Hs/s320/Pretty%2BThings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618044109461055442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday I made Tara visit my favorite town. I know I have lots of favorite towns, but I just love Franklin, TN. This town is so cute. I just want to wrap it up and give it someone. Sister #1 and I fell in love with Franklin last time I was in town, but sadly we didn't have time to walk up and down the streets. This trip, I made sure I had plenty of time to explore Franklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDnAQfdxFM/TfdNPYFvbmI/AAAAAAAACNg/X5o8x6HT7sY/s1600/Franklin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJDnAQfdxFM/TfdNPYFvbmI/AAAAAAAACNg/X5o8x6HT7sY/s320/Franklin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618043986727890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trip was great. I saw new things, and visited favorites from the last time I was in town. I highly recommend Nashville for a vacation spot. But, I think recommend it more during Spring or Fall. My Lord, it was hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4233650997706183666?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4233650997706183666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4233650997706183666' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4233650997706183666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4233650997706183666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/worked-all-week-its-time-to-play.html' title='Worked all week it&apos;s time to play'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32OvhHdRc80/TfdOrLQwWxI/AAAAAAAACOI/oqVG5_TUrxA/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6594169177235930004</id><published>2011-06-08T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T05:35:57.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Soon and very soon I'm getting on one of these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvsCLIZAQ1A/Te9qSr267cI/AAAAAAAACNQ/n22WQlqolJU/s1600/Airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvsCLIZAQ1A/Te9qSr267cI/AAAAAAAACNQ/n22WQlqolJU/s320/Airplane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615824129597566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am taking a much needed vacation. I'm also getting a much needed airport/airplane fix. Every three-six months I feel the need to hop on an airplane. I don't know when this started. I didn't grow up flying on airplanes. I grew up riding in cars or vans or suburbans. This airport/airplane fix is very new, and expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ramble all this worthless information to let you know I'll be MIA for a few days. Not that you'll notice, with the lack of posting.  When I return I will tell lots of stories of my adventure. I'm sure it will start or stop with on of my favorite bagel shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo_uVmeVnCo/Te9rpnPKbpI/AAAAAAAACNY/tYwQAFDYi6Q/s1600/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zo_uVmeVnCo/Te9rpnPKbpI/AAAAAAAACNY/tYwQAFDYi6Q/s320/einstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615825623005687442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a must when you are visiting the Memphis Airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6594169177235930004?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6594169177235930004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6594169177235930004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6594169177235930004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6594169177235930004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvsCLIZAQ1A/Te9qSr267cI/AAAAAAAACNQ/n22WQlqolJU/s72-c/Airplane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-80193381375105445</id><published>2011-06-03T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T05:48:15.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Bachelorette</title><content type='html'>I had a lunch date. It was with an adult, not a two year old.  I haven't been on a &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/06/bbq.html"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; in a year, which in my opinion is pretty sad but whatever that's my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://wawawaughs.blogspot.com/"&gt;fellow blogger&lt;/a&gt; set up the date. Correction, she sent him a facebook message suggesting he should meet me, which left the ball in his court. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to take a moment to give this guy props. He did not facebook me. He sent me a text, and suggested we have lunch. I like the text message communication. I like that we didn't spend a month sending &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4106838531281111864"&gt;facebook emails,&lt;/a&gt; which lead to no where. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch date was pleasant. It was very informal. We met at &lt;a href="http://www.chick-fil-a.com/"&gt;Chick-fil-a &lt;/a&gt;. I paid for my own lunch, which means I ordered the grilled chicken fruit salad. I didn't stress about what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;During lunch I didn't want to stab my right eye out, and he didn't suggest we eat at &lt;a href="http://www.chilis.com/EN/Pages/home.aspx"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, this guy is pretty out going so their wasn't awkward silence, which there usually isn't with me.  I could talk to a brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch we both said it was fun and agreed to do it again. In my opinion, we both walked away thinking it was fun and we'd made a new friend. You can never have too many friends. Oh now Blogger World don't be sad. I think this lunch was a success. I met a new friend. A new eating partner or seat partner. You guys know I struggle with seat partners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned....nothing really. I'm always open to blind dates, because you never know who you'll meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-80193381375105445?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/80193381375105445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=80193381375105445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/80193381375105445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/80193381375105445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-of-bachelorette.html' title='Life of a Bachelorette'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-38255732997532156</id><published>2011-06-02T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:38:25.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today, during lunch I was bored and needed to get out of the office. Therefore, I ventured to Target for a cookie cake. Happy Thursday to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-38255732997532156?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/38255732997532156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=38255732997532156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/38255732997532156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/38255732997532156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/question-of-day.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8254327860692180582</id><published>2011-06-01T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:15:14.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memorial Weekend</title><content type='html'>My Memorial Weekend was good. No, it was great. I took off Friday. Four day weekends are way better than three day weekends. In picture form, courtesy of Google, here are some of my Memorial Weekend events....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think this movie would be stupid, because that's what I thought.  But it's not. I'm not lying. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; really good. Sister #2 and I enjoyed the movie. By the way, Paul Walker is still cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Aig-UCugQs/TeYpQaXxG_I/AAAAAAAACNE/4vCm9dNInj8/s1600/fast-five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Aig-UCugQs/TeYpQaXxG_I/AAAAAAAACNE/4vCm9dNInj8/s320/fast-five.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219347497556978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arts Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ir2EFMreQo/TeYpNDyaKSI/AAAAAAAACM8/LMXJgKJqki4/s1600/arts%2Bfestival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ir2EFMreQo/TeYpNDyaKSI/AAAAAAAACM8/LMXJgKJqki4/s320/arts%2Bfestival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219289895676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, you know I love me some pool time. Sadly, this is not the pool I visited. Mine didn't have palm trees, or little hut things, and there were about 20 kids running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIhK8M5zAG8/TeYpJd6g1NI/AAAAAAAACM0/oaQeFYgFuVw/s1600/Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QIhK8M5zAG8/TeYpJd6g1NI/AAAAAAAACM0/oaQeFYgFuVw/s320/Pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219228189512914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast and the Furious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we saw Fast Five, I felt that Sister #2 needed to see the first movie of the series.  After she watched this movie, she understood why I was so shocked Fast Five was good. However, Sister #2 and I decided this summer we are going to watch all the Fast and Furious movies. I'll be sure to keep you posted on this Summer Goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2EXTVZMqpQ/TeYpDPC7hwI/AAAAAAAACMs/UGALQaReZmM/s1600/The%2BFast%2BAnd%2BThe%2BFurious-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g2EXTVZMqpQ/TeYpDPC7hwI/AAAAAAAACMs/UGALQaReZmM/s320/The%2BFast%2BAnd%2BThe%2BFurious-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219121119069954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peppermint Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an ice cream date. Ok fine, maybe it was a date with a tow year old.  But whatever, I'm still counting it as a date. His mom paid for my ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP-LUOH4OE0/TeYo_LDcMZI/AAAAAAAACMk/kr9G96YNvkw/s1600/Ice%2BCream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP-LUOH4OE0/TeYo_LDcMZI/AAAAAAAACMk/kr9G96YNvkw/s320/Ice%2BCream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219051327992210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jazzercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to class everyday. Someday, I'll look like this lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpubjWa2RKc/TeYo7fbveXI/AAAAAAAACMc/XsZj7LoKbYw/s1600/jazzercise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JpubjWa2RKc/TeYo7fbveXI/AAAAAAAACMc/XsZj7LoKbYw/s320/jazzercise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613218988079151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carpet Cleaners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my carpets cleaned. It needed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix8wUytK7hQ/TeYo3g88Y0I/AAAAAAAACMU/nUAcIvLLlDU/s1600/Carpet-Cleaner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ix8wUytK7hQ/TeYo3g88Y0I/AAAAAAAACMU/nUAcIvLLlDU/s320/Carpet-Cleaner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613218919767368514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it folks my Memorial Weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8254327860692180582?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8254327860692180582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8254327860692180582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8254327860692180582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8254327860692180582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-memorial-weekend.html' title='My Memorial Weekend'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Aig-UCugQs/TeYpQaXxG_I/AAAAAAAACNE/4vCm9dNInj8/s72-c/fast-five.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2937719110274427079</id><published>2011-05-24T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T05:08:41.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as an Okie</title><content type='html'>Folks, I'm coming to you live from a tornado shelter. Yup, OKC is being hit by tornadoes from all directions. The weather folks are going crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1 and I have been in "hiding" since 4:30 and it's just now 5:30pm. I don't see us leaving soon; despite what Sister #1 hopes. I think she's about over this tornado shelter thing. She's having to entertain Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Sister #1 and are bored we thought we'd share some thoughts during this exciting time. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I completely surrounded by fellow bloggers. No joke. I have some beside me, some behind me, and some in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone is eating around me. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; I should have grab human treats instead of dog treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Technology is amazing. I'm blogging and watching the news on a big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could hear the news on the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Did I attend college with that girl? She looks familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; Is anyone else single in this room, or is it just families? Hello? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0091042/"&gt;Bueller..&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; I'm about ready to offer that girl, whom I might have gone to college with, $5 for her &lt;a href="http://www.pepperidgefarm.com/productlanding.aspx?catid=722"&gt;Goldfish&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah, there's volume. I can hear the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; "No, Sister #1 we cannot leave the tornado shelter". I really said this sentence, at this exact moment. Like I said, she's over the tornado shelter thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; I might have to get up. I have developed A.D.D in my old age. Did you bring your brain pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #1:&lt;/span&gt; Do you realize this is the first time we have ever taken cover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Huh, I guess you are right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Sister #1 talked me into it, we're heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2937719110274427079?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2937719110274427079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2937719110274427079' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2937719110274427079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2937719110274427079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-as-okie.html' title='Life as an Okie'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-729124484829080394</id><published>2011-05-20T05:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T05:26:33.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week in Pictures</title><content type='html'>As we come to the end of our work week, I thought I'd share the highs and lows of my week with some pictures. I stole the idea from USA Today, or maybe it was MSN. To be honest, I'm not for sure where this idea came from, but I'm going to go with it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coupons. This week I attended a Coupon Swap. It was hosted by my friend KC. She invited myself and few stay at home moms. They wanted the diaper coupons, and I wanted all the Greek Yogurt coupons. It worked out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MK-kr_Ge9BU/TdZb7iNO1pI/AAAAAAAACMM/my4eV-nKZnc/s1600/coupons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MK-kr_Ge9BU/TdZb7iNO1pI/AAAAAAAACMM/my4eV-nKZnc/s320/coupons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608771464289244818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. Now, I will not have to pay to water my flowers and yard for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKvk47gGQso/TdZaAWg52kI/AAAAAAAACME/q75xIJaSS58/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKvk47gGQso/TdZaAWg52kI/AAAAAAAACME/q75xIJaSS58/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608769348026620482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder. This picture says it all. Can I get an Amen? For real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99QhH5sHi3s/TdZZuEkxXEI/AAAAAAAACL0/NKzJjg29zZw/s1600/Thunder.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-99QhH5sHi3s/TdZZuEkxXEI/AAAAAAAACL0/NKzJjg29zZw/s320/Thunder.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608769033973357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staplers. I have two staplers at work. Recently, both have been stolen. I'm mad about this minor office crime. Actually, I'm pissed. Why does someone need to take my stapler? Everyone should have their own stapler. There is no need to come into my office to take my stapler.  Justice will be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2oL5Rz-08g/TdZZq8vo3wI/AAAAAAAACLs/LDedSw1rYOs/s1600/Stapler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h2oL5Rz-08g/TdZZq8vo3wI/AAAAAAAACLs/LDedSw1rYOs/s320/Stapler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608768980331847426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate Dessert at 8:45pm. Apparantly, I have lost all self control when it comes to food. While watching Thunder, Sister #2 and I shared a dessert that was similar to this picture. Ok, actually it looked nothing like this picture. We were sitting in a bar/restaurant, what do you think the dessert looked like?  I'd guess Sister #2 and I were the first people to order dessert since 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iijaPOLcBk0/TdZZnsu3HNI/AAAAAAAACLk/Y6u5m6-PibI/s1600/chocolate_dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iijaPOLcBk0/TdZZnsu3HNI/AAAAAAAACLk/Y6u5m6-PibI/s320/chocolate_dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608768924494011602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries and Blueberries. Blogger World, Target is having a sale on these wonderful fruits. Every morning I've been eating a big bowl. did you know, blueberries are great brain food. I'm thinking with my brain medicine and blueberries, I should be a top notch employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhxiTZNjhOE/TdZZki7mI1I/AAAAAAAACLc/BuTpPh_Zs8Y/s1600/strawberries-and-blueberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xhxiTZNjhOE/TdZZki7mI1I/AAAAAAAACLc/BuTpPh_Zs8Y/s320/strawberries-and-blueberries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608768870323462994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Folks, there you have it...my week in a nutshell.&lt;br /&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/4106838531281111864-729124484829080394?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/729124484829080394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=729124484829080394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/729124484829080394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/729124484829080394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-week-in-pictures.html' title='My Week in Pictures'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MK-kr_Ge9BU/TdZb7iNO1pI/AAAAAAAACMM/my4eV-nKZnc/s72-c/coupons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2599436137615490849</id><published>2011-05-17T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T05:54:53.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>Monday night I watched Castle. It was a nail biter, and I don't even bite my nails. The last three seconds of the show had me yelling...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut the front door! &lt;/span&gt;Folks, if you are not watching Castle you really need to be watching this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near futuer I'm going to &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-in-nashville.html"&gt;Nashville, TN&lt;/a&gt;.  My &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/09/cupcake-ministry_21.html"&gt;friend Tara&lt;/a&gt;  and I are spending a weekend with country's finest musicians. It should be an exciting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who I like in Hollywood? Jennifer Garner. I think we'd be friends. She seems cool, and she likes Farmer's Markets. I don't really know this fact, but from what I've gathered on People.com she seems to like Farmer's Markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm trying to talk my parents into a NYC trip during the fall. I'm sure you're wondering why I don't try to get them to go in the summer? Well, I'm estimating it will probably take five months to get my parents to commit. For being such an organized/everything has to be in order freak, I didn't come from super organized everything has to be in order parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is my friend &lt;a href="http://www.djiverson.com/"&gt;DJ's&lt;/a&gt; birthday. I know this because of Facebook. Isn't Facebook wonderful?  It's handy to know everyone's birthday. I'm bad with birthdays. I know 9 people's birthdays, and two are The Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know on this day in 1980 Mount St. Helens, in Washington state, erupted after being dormant for 123 years.  And also did you know, that on this day in 1971, "Joy to the World", by Three Dog Night, made it to the top of the pop music charts. Who doesn't love this song? Seriously, raise your hand if you don't because I don't know if we can be friends. I'm sure Sister #2 is reading this thinking to herself...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who in the crap is Three Dog Night&lt;/span&gt;. *Insert Eye Roll Here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this addition of Ramblings with Three Dog Night. Pay attention Sister #2, this is good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joy to the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the boys and girls now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Joy to you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2599436137615490849?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2599436137615490849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2599436137615490849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2599436137615490849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2599436137615490849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2916322829828141562</id><published>2011-05-16T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T05:25:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ieY-gA9B5Q/TdEXYenBzoI/AAAAAAAACLU/N8X6iSOIAv8/s1600/Thunder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ieY-gA9B5Q/TdEXYenBzoI/AAAAAAAACLU/N8X6iSOIAv8/s320/Thunder.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607288720354037378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, this has taken over everyone's world around here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2916322829828141562?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2916322829828141562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2916322829828141562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2916322829828141562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2916322829828141562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/thunder-up.html' title='Thunder Up!'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ieY-gA9B5Q/TdEXYenBzoI/AAAAAAAACLU/N8X6iSOIAv8/s72-c/Thunder.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7604235997948236209</id><published>2011-05-12T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:46:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lady Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXL7ZJl-puM/Tcvkk9EtNBI/AAAAAAAACLE/7R5qaShuQVE/s1600/lady_gaga_meat-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXL7ZJl-puM/Tcvkk9EtNBI/AAAAAAAACLE/7R5qaShuQVE/s320/lady_gaga_meat-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605825484713440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After skimming an article on &lt;a href="http://stylenews.peoplestylewatch.com/2011/05/12/lady-gaga-style/"&gt;People.com&lt;/a&gt;, I felt someone should be real with you. I will be real with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. There are rules when it comes to fashion.&lt;br /&gt;B. You need to start following them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;OK Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other worthless news, I bet these cookies would taste awesome. Do you ever see a picture of food and think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet that taste amazing?&lt;/span&gt; Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzp5kMpfboM/Tcvuw4RNcII/AAAAAAAACLM/Ha_MVuGRo-4/s1600/IMG_6444%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzp5kMpfboM/Tcvuw4RNcII/AAAAAAAACLM/Ha_MVuGRo-4/s320/IMG_6444%2B%2528Large%2529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605836684698415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Folks, you are looking at a stuff peanut butter cookie. This cookie is stuff with Nutella. Have you met Nutella? You really should. I'm not kidding. When have I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; been wrong when it comes to food? Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7604235997948236209?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7604235997948236209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7604235997948236209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7604235997948236209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7604235997948236209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-lady-gaga.html' title='Dear Lady Gaga'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NXL7ZJl-puM/Tcvkk9EtNBI/AAAAAAAACLE/7R5qaShuQVE/s72-c/lady_gaga_meat-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5298614544051768816</id><published>2011-05-11T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:24:46.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll send you a postcard</title><content type='html'>Today, I learned something earth shattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I learned I have an obscene amount of unused vacation time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 23.4 days to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's up with the .4? Why do I have .4 of anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And while I'm asking all these questions how does one acquire so much vacation time without knowing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new information has inspired me to search for a trip. But not just any trip, a fantastic trip! I'm talking discover a new city, shop at H&amp;amp;M, eat great food, thrilling airport excitement trip. Otherwise known as a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1czj5VC_HwA/Tcp9WuCZ1rI/AAAAAAAACK8/Qjn7-g5qkQ0/s1600/vacation-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1czj5VC_HwA/Tcp9WuCZ1rI/AAAAAAAACK8/Qjn7-g5qkQ0/s320/vacation-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605430515484710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, this summer my mission is to research the perfect fall vacation. I'm going with fall because I can usually talk my family into fall trips. And let's face it, I'm running low on the travel partners so I need my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to leave me some ideas for fantastic destinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5298614544051768816?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5298614544051768816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5298614544051768816' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5298614544051768816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5298614544051768816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/ill-send-you-postcard.html' title='I&apos;ll send you a postcard'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1czj5VC_HwA/Tcp9WuCZ1rI/AAAAAAAACK8/Qjn7-g5qkQ0/s72-c/vacation-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7890482665597113372</id><published>2011-05-10T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T05:41:04.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So raise your glass if you are wrong</title><content type='html'>Saturday, Sister #2 mowed my yard. Isn't she sweet? I was down and out with a neck/back injury and she saved the day.  Before Sister #2 started mowing she asked if she could borrow my iPod.  Of course, I said yes because I'm a really cool sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was in Hometown, USA for Mother's Day when Sister #2 and I had the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #2:&lt;/span&gt; You need some new music on your iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #2:&lt;/span&gt; All the music you have is old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;What? I have plenty of newer music on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #2:&lt;/span&gt; No, you don't. It's all old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the front door! Did Sister #2 just call me old? Is she doubting my taste in music? I have taste in music. I listen to everything from Classical to Weezer to Jay-Z.  Look, I even know how to spell Jay-Z! No I didn't use Google. Ok, maybe I did to check myself but I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe Sister #2 was saying this to me...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my music is old.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, sure I might have an MC Hammer or Coolio song on my iPod; but you have to understand, when you run for 2.5 hours you need variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left Hometown, USA Sister #2 made me CD with up-to-date music. Folks, I knew all the songs on the CD she gave me. I would say about 5 of them are already on my iPod. I informed her of this information. I felt better about the whole situation. It's nice to know I still got it. Of course, she should have never doubted me.  I've always had impeccable taste in music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7890482665597113372?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7890482665597113372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7890482665597113372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7890482665597113372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7890482665597113372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-raise-your-glass-if-you-are-wrong.html' title='So raise your glass if you are wrong'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8852650050947235374</id><published>2011-05-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:46:39.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mad coupon skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4SKb3z33X4/TcdGZxoafcI/AAAAAAAACK0/yCHlBqk0ESU/s1600/Spring%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604525669919391170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4SKb3z33X4/TcdGZxoafcI/AAAAAAAACK0/yCHlBqk0ESU/s320/Spring%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Folks you are looking at $25 worth of groceries thanks to my mad coupon skills. The total would have been well over $50. My Grandma would be so proud! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8852650050947235374?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8852650050947235374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8852650050947235374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8852650050947235374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8852650050947235374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-mad-coupon-skills.html' title='My mad coupon skills'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4SKb3z33X4/TcdGZxoafcI/AAAAAAAACK0/yCHlBqk0ESU/s72-c/Spring%2B034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7502544036933124518</id><published>2011-05-06T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T05:20:27.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Country</title><content type='html'>This week I went on a work trip.  I went to God's Country, which means Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple things I experienced while in Texas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes ma'm&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.chickene.com/"&gt;Chicken Express&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.grandys.com/"&gt;Grandy's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Homemade Breakfast burritos&lt;br /&gt;5. No WiFi/Phone service&lt;br /&gt;6. Goats&lt;br /&gt;7. Texas Lottery&lt;br /&gt;8. Oil Millionaires&lt;br /&gt;9. Pickups&lt;br /&gt;10. Early mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fast work trip. I'm exhausted, and I'm pretty sure it will take me all weekend to recover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7502544036933124518?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7502544036933124518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7502544036933124518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7502544036933124518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7502544036933124518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/05/gods-country.html' title='God&apos;s Country'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1728503450871778295</id><published>2011-04-27T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T05:13:36.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from OK Chick</title><content type='html'>Dear KC,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for dinner last night. You are wonderful! I appreciate that you shared your homemade broccoli soup with me. I really appreciate that you brought me the homemade broccoli soup. I'm so lucky! Let's face it, if it wasn't for your soup I would have had tuna fish made with nonfat Greek Yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;OK Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for serving me even though I know you weren't technically open yet. I also appreciate that you honestly answered my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does this outfit match&lt;/span&gt; question.  I realize this question is annoying during normal hours of the day, but at 5:45am I can't even imagine. It's not your fault that &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-with-two-sisters.html"&gt;The Sisters traumatized me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;#1 Customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for filling up my car this weekend. You are an All-Star Dad. I promise when you and mom get old, I will take care of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;OK Chick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1728503450871778295?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1728503450871778295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1728503450871778295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1728503450871778295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1728503450871778295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-from-ok-chick.html' title='Letters from OK Chick'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1966131767838660</id><published>2011-04-25T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:14:30.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl on a diet-Day #1</title><content type='html'>How a girl on a diet rationalizes some of her semi-unhealthy habits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Self, if you drink your 32oz jug of water by lunch, you can have a tall nonfat Chai to get through the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've stated many times, I'm a reward kind of girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1966131767838660?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1966131767838660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1966131767838660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1966131767838660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1966131767838660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/girl-on-diet-day-1.html' title='A girl on a diet-Day #1'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4147257017412282141</id><published>2011-04-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:34:01.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with two sisters</title><content type='html'>Last night, Sister #1 cooked dinner for Sister #2 and myself. We all met at her place of residence around 6:15ish. The meal was fantastic. Normally, I would go into great detail about our meal. However today I don't have time, and that's not the point of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dinner was finished everyone started making their way out the door.  My family isn't one of those eat and linger families. We eat, we clean up, and we move on to the next event. It's the A.D.D. You combine 4 out of 5 people with A.D.D, and there isn't going to be much sitting and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were all outside about to go our separate ways when the following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1: Did you wear that outfit to work?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Why? Do you not like it?&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1: No. I don't think it matches.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #2: No, it doesn't match.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, it does. These pants are brownish and this shirt is brown.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1: Those are not brown pants they look gray.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #2: And the brown boots don't match either.&lt;br /&gt;Me: The pants are brown.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1: Sister #2, come here. You have on a black shirt we'll compare.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1: Huh? Well, they don't look brown from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;Sister #2: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, what color am I suppose to wear with this shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Sister #1 and Sister #2: I don't know, but not those pants or boots. It doesn't match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the Sisters honesty after I'd worn the outfit all day. You now see why I wear lots of black and white. There's never a problem with matching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4147257017412282141?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4147257017412282141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4147257017412282141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4147257017412282141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4147257017412282141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-with-two-sisters.html' title='Life with two sisters'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-4405662383289127462</id><published>2011-04-14T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:27:47.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Bachelorette</title><content type='html'>Folks, sometimes life as a young single person isn't so bad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y9nyIFTblk/TabnlNt5FMI/AAAAAAAACKs/mFtLSnCN5dQ/s1600/Basketball%2Bgame.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y9nyIFTblk/TabnlNt5FMI/AAAAAAAACKs/mFtLSnCN5dQ/s320/Basketball%2Bgame.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595414213577741506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get anyone's hopes up but I know for a fact, Kevin Durant looked me. No.Joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-4405662383289127462?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/4405662383289127462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=4405662383289127462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4405662383289127462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/4405662383289127462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-of-bachelorette.html' title='Life of a Bachelorette'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y9nyIFTblk/TabnlNt5FMI/AAAAAAAACKs/mFtLSnCN5dQ/s72-c/Basketball%2Bgame.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-221987228748357199</id><published>2011-04-08T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T04:20:27.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They just grow up so fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593254503492515698" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q6hCW-zBS_g/TZ87VisGd3I/AAAAAAAACKU/tR6WYhyhRII/s320/Sarah%2B2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593255197114071410" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZasnbXyyZ6s/TZ8796oXeXI/AAAAAAAACKc/N0e-gcLWYTQ/s320/Sarah%2Bin%2BNYC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday...Sister #2 turned 20. I know, I can't believe it either. I mean, just yesterday she was attending my Middle School basketball games and running around the yard with her bubble machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm a few days late, but Happy Birthday Sister #2! I hope you enjoyed your birthday celebrations. She had multiple celebrations to ring in the 20's. I have no idea where she gets it.&lt;br /&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/4106838531281111864-221987228748357199?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/221987228748357199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=221987228748357199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/221987228748357199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/221987228748357199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/they-just-grow-up-so-fast.html' title='They just grow up so fast...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q6hCW-zBS_g/TZ87VisGd3I/AAAAAAAACKU/tR6WYhyhRII/s72-c/Sarah%2B2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1641629294703549003</id><published>2011-04-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T05:36:54.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, who in the world has time to make a 14 layer cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0XkPAuT5Pw/TZ2uqcoenLI/AAAAAAAACKM/PmRkn0hAK9c/s1600/bakerella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0XkPAuT5Pw/TZ2uqcoenLI/AAAAAAAACKM/PmRkn0hAK9c/s320/bakerella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592818356527733938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go ahead, raise your hand.  We'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister #2, sadly this is not your birthday cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1641629294703549003?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1641629294703549003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1641629294703549003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1641629294703549003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1641629294703549003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0XkPAuT5Pw/TZ2uqcoenLI/AAAAAAAACKM/PmRkn0hAK9c/s72-c/bakerella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2130039384181099387</id><published>2011-04-06T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T05:38:03.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence for Your Life</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, do you know who I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Tesh"&gt;John Tesh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1ZHINCR7sE/TZxdpxnBpsI/AAAAAAAACKE/965iyXiAqzg/s1600/john-test-headshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1ZHINCR7sE/TZxdpxnBpsI/AAAAAAAACKE/965iyXiAqzg/s320/john-test-headshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592447809560356546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember him? He was an Entertainment Tonight Host, who became a piano player, and then transformed into a  &lt;a href="http://www.tesh.com/ittrium/visit/A1x97x1y1xa5x1x76y1x3e70x1x65"&gt;radio talk show host&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Windy State, Oklahoma not Illinois, John's show airs in the evening. Most nights I hear bits and pieces of his show, and always walk away learning something. He has great random information. He really does, I'm not being sarcastic. Here's an example of the random facts I've learned from John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Random Fact on Love-The Reason I Can't Get a Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men typically wait until they're financially stable to take on a wife and family - and since they aren't getting the jobs anymore, they aren't getting the wife, either. Plus, men are being bombarded with slacker role models. The typical guy you see in movies and on sitcoms is an over-grown frat boy with no direction in life, and the women aren't waiting around for him to grow up. &lt;/span&gt;Now, can I get an Amen? I would like to give a disclaimer: Bone and DJ are both good guys and do have jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Random Fact on Travel- Frustration on an Airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More and more travelers say they’re sick of sitting next to an overweight passenger who bulges into their seat. Legal experts say you have every right to complain, because when you buy your airline ticket, you’re entitled to 100% of your seat, not the 70% or 60% left after an obese traveler spills into it. In fact, it’s against the law for you to share even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic;"&gt;1%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of your seat. Today most airlines charge obese passengers for two tickets if they can’t fit into one seat with the seat belt buckled and armrests down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Random Fact on Health-Allergies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Bill Sears is a Professor of Pediatrics at the University of California School of Medicine. He says the pollen that causes most eye, nose, and lung problems – like oak and ragweed - are very light and easily distributed by the wind. Your best bet: Stay indoors on windy days - especially in the morning, because that’s when plants release pollen. You can track your local levels of airborne irritants on the website Pollen.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Random Fact on Weight Loss-How to lose 5lbs in one week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make sure one of your meals each day is just raw vegetables.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t drink anything carbonated – it can bloat you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink a ton of water – then drink some more. It’ll help keep you full and prevent you from retaining water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minimize carbs – no potatoes, rice or pasta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk for 20 minutes twice a day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As you can see the man knows everything! I highly recommend adding a bit of John Tesh in your life. I guarantee you will walk away learning something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2130039384181099387?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2130039384181099387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2130039384181099387' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2130039384181099387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2130039384181099387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/intelligence-for-your-life.html' title='Intelligence for Your Life'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z1ZHINCR7sE/TZxdpxnBpsI/AAAAAAAACKE/965iyXiAqzg/s72-c/john-test-headshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2092708148284506600</id><published>2011-04-05T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T05:37:01.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6UCBaDv_cw/TZsK0NW4EVI/AAAAAAAACJ0/DiVI6h3fLMI/s1600/4PASSPORT-RENEWAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6UCBaDv_cw/TZsK0NW4EVI/AAAAAAAACJ0/DiVI6h3fLMI/s320/4PASSPORT-RENEWAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592075254365688146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blogger World, I have some sad news. Last week my passport expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I would have thought about it long enough, I would have cried.  My passport and I have shared some great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I had quite a collection of stamps and visas in my passport.  Now, I have to start over, and it feels exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am in morning over my passport. My new one will be blank, which sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2092708148284506600?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2092708148284506600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2092708148284506600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2092708148284506600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2092708148284506600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/rip-passport.html' title='RIP Passport'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6UCBaDv_cw/TZsK0NW4EVI/AAAAAAAACJ0/DiVI6h3fLMI/s72-c/4PASSPORT-RENEWAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-813838909783623946</id><published>2011-04-04T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T05:21:40.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant</title><content type='html'>Today, I honor the inventor of the Bumper Dumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAgTtVPYUXU/TZm3pTeL4lI/AAAAAAAACJs/DMiRuAQqijI/s1600/road8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAgTtVPYUXU/TZm3pTeL4lI/AAAAAAAACJs/DMiRuAQqijI/s320/road8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591702332586582610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-813838909783623946?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/813838909783623946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=813838909783623946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/813838909783623946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/813838909783623946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/04/brilliant.html' title='Brilliant'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAgTtVPYUXU/TZm3pTeL4lI/AAAAAAAACJs/DMiRuAQqijI/s72-c/road8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2808524838843829914</id><published>2011-03-31T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T05:43:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soul Mate Search</title><content type='html'>Blogger World, I'm single. Yup that's right, not married. As a single person, I enjoy playing matchmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm playing matchmaker again and I'm using this wonderful blog to help this girl.&lt;br /&gt;As my &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/the-millionaire-matchmaker"&gt;matchmaking hero Patti &lt;/a&gt;always says, "Guys, meet my millionaire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knZPO4xjVlM/TZR0n5wB0CI/AAAAAAAACJk/w6kbHsz4DV0/s1600/holly-madison-240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knZPO4xjVlM/TZR0n5wB0CI/AAAAAAAACJk/w6kbHsz4DV0/s320/holly-madison-240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590221266339614754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her name is Holly Madison and she's looking for her soul mate.  Holly needs a guy that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...secure and not overprotective and doesn't feel threatened by a successful woman," she explains. "He needs to be patient and somebody who knows where he wants the relationship to go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our interview, which was published on &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20477624,00.html"&gt;People.com&lt;/a&gt;, I realized Holly was just normal single girl looking for a guy.  Hopefully, this post will help her with her search for a soul mate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2808524838843829914?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2808524838843829914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2808524838843829914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2808524838843829914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2808524838843829914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/soul-mate-search.html' title='The Soul Mate Search'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knZPO4xjVlM/TZR0n5wB0CI/AAAAAAAACJk/w6kbHsz4DV0/s72-c/holly-madison-240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6557677265502461056</id><published>2011-03-30T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:40:01.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my favorite things- Work Addition</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been lacking on the blog post. Mostly, because my life has been boring. Everyday I get up early, go to work for a really long time, come home exhausted,  and go to bed. As you can see, 90% of my day is spent at work. I suppose this is to be expected. It does pay my bills, and it does pay for my travel hobby.  In honor of working long hours and being cranky, I thought a &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html"&gt;Favorite Things post&lt;/a&gt; was in order.  Blogger World, please enjoy my favorite things about work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Post-It Notes&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of Post-Its. Not only are they convenient, they are also very cute. Also, they come in multiple sizes and shapes. AND, they also come in a variety of colors. I just love them! The Post-It Note inventor is a genius. Did you know Art Fry invented them? It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6k_6s5YURY/TZMfi6nUirI/AAAAAAAACJU/bRHH-BWfd2g/s1600/post-it-notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6k_6s5YURY/TZMfi6nUirI/AAAAAAAACJU/bRHH-BWfd2g/s320/post-it-notes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589846247207111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Sonic Ice&lt;br /&gt;My office has a machine that produces &lt;a href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com/"&gt;Sonic&lt;/a&gt; Ice all day and all night. Please don't tell my mom this, but I chomp on ice all stinkin' day! It might be my favorite thing about my job. There's nothing like Sonic Ice paired with water. Tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uZZA7OGyK0/TZMffywdWGI/AAAAAAAACJM/MUjnREXnxFE/s1600/Sonic%2BIce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2uZZA7OGyK0/TZMffywdWGI/AAAAAAAACJM/MUjnREXnxFE/s320/Sonic%2BIce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589846193558345826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Cubicles&lt;br /&gt;I realize most people hate having a cubicle. I feel the opposite.  My cubicle has a homey feeling. You know, all crammed in a small space.  It's very lovely.  However, recently my work load has doubled, possibly tripled. This has resulted in a mass amount of...stuff in my cubicle.  My cube no longer feels homey. Instead, it looks like I need to be on an episode of &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/"&gt;Hoarders&lt;/a&gt;. But I can't just tell my boss I need a window office because I have too much crap. He might not like my suggestion.  Therefore, I took matters into my own hands. Beside my cubicle there is a vacant cubicle, and today I decided the vacant cubicle is going to be my second office. This afternoon I spent time converting the extra cube into my second office.  I feel so much better, and my original cube has that homey feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs5r8gEZacU/TZMfbjBYIZI/AAAAAAAACJA/b8XpcumOSvM/s1600/cubicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bs5r8gEZacU/TZMfbjBYIZI/AAAAAAAACJA/b8XpcumOSvM/s320/cubicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589846120614863250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. Food Cube&lt;br /&gt;My department has a food cubicle. You guys know this. I've discussed it many times. Mostly, because the food cubicle is making me fat. But even though I hate the food cube, because it's making me fat. I also really love the food cubicle. Today the food cubicle had two boxes of cookies in there. One box being these amazingly delicious pink icing cookies. I was strong and resisted the cookies, but it's nice to have options.  Almost everyday the food cube has something different in there. You might find cake, pie, or brownies. It's Christmas in a cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmLfmh7tLY0/TZMfX42noSI/AAAAAAAACI4/-2PyEs_6e4Y/s1600/ist2_312002-cookie-with-pink-icing-and-sprinkles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LmLfmh7tLY0/TZMfX42noSI/AAAAAAAACI4/-2PyEs_6e4Y/s320/ist2_312002-cookie-with-pink-icing-and-sprinkles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589846057755844898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, those are my four favorite things. I must end this post because I need to go to bed. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6557677265502461056?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6557677265502461056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6557677265502461056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6557677265502461056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6557677265502461056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/these-are-my-favorite-things-work.html' title='These are my favorite things- Work Addition'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6k_6s5YURY/TZMfi6nUirI/AAAAAAAACJU/bRHH-BWfd2g/s72-c/post-it-notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-7839843127946449754</id><published>2011-03-26T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:07:22.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Barefoot Contessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_VfsM_sCEI/TY5XCNuwlyI/AAAAAAAACIw/_7vLz6l-V_g/s1600/ina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588499883170502434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_VfsM_sCEI/TY5XCNuwlyI/AAAAAAAACIw/_7vLz6l-V_g/s320/ina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sister #1 and I have always joked about &lt;a href="http://www.barefootcontessa.com/about.shtml"&gt;Barefoot Contessa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We joke she is secretly a mean lady, despite how she acts on her show. I imagined she was the type of lady that little kids are afraid to be around, which makes the episodes she cocoks with kids very funny. On these episodes it looks she is about to fly off the roof if one of the kids moves, tries to help her cook, or misprounces a french ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say all this because Sister #1 and I were right about old Barefoot. She really is a mean lady. Friday, I read an &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/dailydish/2011/03/barefoot-contessa-ina-garten-rejecting-make-a-wish-cancer-patient-enzo.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that Barefoot Contessa declined cooking with a six-year old Make-A-Wish cancer patient.  Enzo, the little boy, has asked her to cook with him two times. She said no two different times. How heartless do you have to be to decline a poor boy his wish?  I don't have to tell you that my cooking hero, Paula, wouldn't have said no. I bet she'd cook with him, put the little boy on her show, along his whole famly, and then invite them all to Thanksgiving! Barefoot Contessa has quite the PR nightmare on her hands. I hope that she makes this right to Enzo and his family! Until then, I will not buy her products, watch her show, or look at her cookbooks.  Not that I did any of those things before, but this time I'm blogging about it so all of Blogger World knows how I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-7839843127946449754?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/7839843127946449754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=7839843127946449754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7839843127946449754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/7839843127946449754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-barefoot-contessa.html' title='No more Barefoot Contessa'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_VfsM_sCEI/TY5XCNuwlyI/AAAAAAAACIw/_7vLz6l-V_g/s72-c/ina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-6675377718795497816</id><published>2011-03-22T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T05:28:22.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoGNvTt4dNg/TYiP1uyPAZI/AAAAAAAACIo/tYmQ7DpmiTA/s1600/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoGNvTt4dNg/TYiP1uyPAZI/AAAAAAAACIo/tYmQ7DpmiTA/s320/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586873491007668626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day. I realize you guys are sick of me talking about my birthday. I get it. But humor me for one more day. Will you do that for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it's already starting out to be a grand day. Highlights so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free drink at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy waiting on my desk&lt;br /&gt;3. Cookie cake waiting on my desk&lt;br /&gt;4. Tinker Bell party favors set up for a birthday party at work&lt;br /&gt;5. Sister #2 just emailed me the above picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, it's only 7:00am. It's going to be great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-6675377718795497816?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/6675377718795497816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=6675377718795497816' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6675377718795497816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/6675377718795497816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-30.html' title='Hello 30!'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yoGNvTt4dNg/TYiP1uyPAZI/AAAAAAAACIo/tYmQ7DpmiTA/s72-c/138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-5564010895828975102</id><published>2011-03-21T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:23:16.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farwell 29!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is my last day to be 29. Tomorrow morning I'll wake up and be a different person. I'll be older and hopefully wiser.  It's true, I will still be single.  And, I still don't own an ice cream scoop, but that's ok.  Since the&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/publicdata?ds=wb-wdi&amp;amp;met=sp_dyn_le00_in&amp;amp;idim=country:USA&amp;amp;dl=en&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=life+expectancy"&gt; life expectancy is 73.4&lt;/a&gt;, I would say I have lots of life left to live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the last of my 20s!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-5564010895828975102?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/5564010895828975102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=5564010895828975102' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5564010895828975102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/5564010895828975102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/farwell-29.html' title='Farwell 29!'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-2152067943112703364</id><published>2011-03-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:22:37.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>This weekend starts my birthday celebration. The Cousin and The Cousin's brother, who is also my cousin, will be in town to help celebrate. I have no plans for my actual birthday, which is Tuesday. Next Friday, MrT and I are taking off work to celebrate our birthdays, his was last week. Right now our itinerary is The OKC Zoo, lunch with a friend, and a Jazzercise class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to work I heard&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Fishing in the Dark&lt;/span&gt;, by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. I sang along very loudly. I have very fond memories of this song. Actually, I don't have fond memories, I just really like the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not register for birthday gifts at &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/"&gt;William-Sonoma&lt;/a&gt;. I felt that it was selfish.&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever get married, I will not have this attitude! It will be a free-for-all on the registering. Mark.My.Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strong feelings of disappointment towards Vanderbilt. They messed up my bracket! However, I feel I can bounce back from this set back. Now if Ohio State loses, I'm up a creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week OKC Thunder beat The Miami Heat. HA...take that LeBron James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/"&gt;Pioneer Woman&lt;/a&gt; cooks unhealthy recipes, yet she is super skinny? How does she do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister #2 wanted me to let everyone know that she has heard of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Saved By the Bell&lt;/span&gt;, just never seen an episode. I know, it's still a failure on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks is now selling Cake Pops in their stores. You know a &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.bakerella.com/category/pops-bites/cake-pops/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; invented Cake Pops, right? I wonder if Starbucks paid for her invention? Do you think she's rich? Another blogger hit it big. I find that very impressive. It's amazing what blogs can do! I use mine as therapy, and others make millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on that rambling I'm going to end this bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-2152067943112703364?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/2152067943112703364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=2152067943112703364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2152067943112703364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/2152067943112703364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1673074332341613672</id><published>2011-03-17T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:04:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My job is done</title><content type='html'>It was &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-bayside.html"&gt;Wednesday, June 10 2009&lt;/a&gt; when I realized I had failed my poor baby sister.  My family was on an enjoyable family vacation in NYC, for Sister #2 High School graduation. The Sisters and I were shopping in the NBC store when it happened. Sister #2 made the announcement that she had never heard of the show Saved By the Bell. It took everything I had not to break down and cry in the middle of the store. I had failed my baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's fast forward two years. Sister #2 is now in college. This week is Spring Break and she is spending it in sunny San Diego. I know, I'm jealous too. Here, I've been sitting in a cubicle all week while she's on the beach! Anyway, last night Sister #2 had this comment as her facebook status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear OKC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please bring H&amp;amp;M, World Market, and In-N-Out Burger to OKC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, my heart leaped with joy. I might have failed on the TV, but by golly I have taught her a few things! I feel that I can sit back and enjoy life because I'm done raising Sister #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you would excuse me, I must fill out my bracket. It's due in 4 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1673074332341613672?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1673074332341613672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1673074332341613672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1673074332341613672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1673074332341613672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-job-is-done.html' title='My job is done'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-1289357531644024063</id><published>2011-03-10T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T05:38:23.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Act like tomorrow is 10 years away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ao8692oLgQ/TXjMGeu0ppI/AAAAAAAACIY/kd5RAYz8KfQ/s1600/gm-running-5K-0605p58a-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ao8692oLgQ/TXjMGeu0ppI/AAAAAAAACIY/kd5RAYz8KfQ/s320/gm-running-5K-0605p58a-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582436149826463378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight I had a date with the pavement.  It was a good date. I ran 6 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger World, running 6 miles is huge for me. HUGE I tell you! I haven't consistently ran in three months.  Of course, tomorrow my legs might be reminding me that I haven't worked out in three months, but we'll worry about that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm excited because I feel that I can get to 13.1 miles by May 1st. This is the date for &lt;a href="http://www.okcmarathon.com/HalfMarathon/tabid/54/Default.aspx"&gt;OKC's Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;. A few weeks ago, I made the decision to not run the half marathon. I didn't think I had time to properly train for the race.  However, tonight's accomplishment is very encouraging. I think I can do it! Besides, this year my dad is so out of shape that I might actually beat him in a race!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-1289357531644024063?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/1289357531644024063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=1289357531644024063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1289357531644024063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/1289357531644024063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/act-like-tomorrow-is-10-years-away.html' title='Act like tomorrow is 10 years away'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ao8692oLgQ/TXjMGeu0ppI/AAAAAAAACIY/kd5RAYz8KfQ/s72-c/gm-running-5K-0605p58a-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106838531281111864.post-8706712294857179291</id><published>2011-03-06T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:26:09.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me I'm a  Food Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few months ago, I wrote a post about my &lt;a href="http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-as-bachelorette.html"&gt;Sunday night dinner&lt;/a&gt;. Remember? It was my sad attempt of being a Food Blogger. However, you guys were impressed with culinary masterpiece of Sloppy Joes, Broccoli &amp;amp; Cheese, and Box Potatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Well, today I made another culinary masterpiece.  I made myself an Apple Treat for one. I call it Apple Treat, because it was the only name I could think of this afternoon, and the "for one" part goes without saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a great blogger, I took a few pictures of the Apple Treat process. I say Apple Treat process pretty loosely. I don't have the whole cooking/picture taking down very well, or at all. But here goes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, the fine ingredients that make an Apple Treat possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xUB-PcFuRU/TXRNf0MZl0I/AAAAAAAACII/vhsVBlSBGkA/s1600/Food%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581171047200823106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xUB-PcFuRU/TXRNf0MZl0I/AAAAAAAACII/vhsVBlSBGkA/s320/Food%2B001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see all you need is one green apple, brown sugar, granulated sugar, butter, cinnamon, and crescent rolls. See, very simple! I don't do complicated recipes, that's why I don't like that skinny Italian chick on the Food Network. She has way too many steps!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Second step is very important. I washed, pealed, and diced the green apple. I guess you could use a red apple for this made up recipe. I used a green apple because I've had the green apple longer. I was afraid the green apple was about to spoil. I hate having to throw away fruit. It breaks my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I mixed the diced apple, butter, both types of sugar, cinnamon, and butter in a small bowl. No that is not a typo, I meant to say butter twice. I'm from the South! Also, I have no amounts for you. I'm flying by the seat of my pants with this recipe. Let's cross our fingers it turns out good. After everything is all mixed. I placed the bowl in the oven to cook for about 15-20 minutes. I'm not really for sure how long, but this is my guess. Again, flying by the seat of my pants on this recipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;While the apples are cooking I killed time by doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6drLMUm5dyU/TXRNI3I8z3I/AAAAAAAACIA/NJQvJqY50nI/s1600/Food%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581170652854669170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6drLMUm5dyU/TXRNI3I8z3I/AAAAAAAACIA/NJQvJqY50nI/s320/Food%2B002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used the time to watch last week's Hellcats episode. Oh, did you really expect something productive? Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;When Hellcats was getting really good, I checked the apples. I didn't want to forget about them. I found that they are soft and ready for the last part. The Crescent roll part. I placed 2 Crescent Rolls on top of the apples. But after this step I realized Crescent Rolls looked bare and low fat, so I sprinkled sugar, butter, and cinamon on top. You know, just for kicks and more calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later I had a culinary masterpiece.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0ZK2d0h2nQ/TXRMxZ61uhI/AAAAAAAACH4/b9iwwZZRWQc/s1600/Food%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581170249873865234" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j0ZK2d0h2nQ/TXRMxZ61uhI/AAAAAAAACH4/b9iwwZZRWQc/s320/Food%2B003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say it looked amazing. However, it was still missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjKvalm-Xew/TXRMVbxXO9I/AAAAAAAACHw/gcm8HVkxmxg/s1600/Food%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581169769334651858" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjKvalm-Xew/TXRMVbxXO9I/AAAAAAAACHw/gcm8HVkxmxg/s320/Food%2B004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided one scoop of ice cream was a must for this Apple Treat for one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrHT-lbE-Ms/TXRL3IBwMYI/AAAAAAAACHo/PtTj7g8H7M4/s1600/Food%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581169248638611842" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrHT-lbE-Ms/TXRL3IBwMYI/AAAAAAAACHo/PtTj7g8H7M4/s320/Food%2B005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final verdict was it was yummy. I must say, I was delighted that this recipe turned out good. Feel free to steal this recipe. I will not sue you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106838531281111864-8706712294857179291?l=okchick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/feeds/8706712294857179291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106838531281111864&amp;postID=8706712294857179291' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8706712294857179291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106838531281111864/posts/default/8706712294857179291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okchick.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-at-me-im-food-blogger.html' title='Look at me I&apos;m a  Food Blogger'/><author><name>OK Chick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14729372117518869463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20SnIudEy8s/SNJ1nZVWNwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/zvfoMVbzrzY/S220/Feet.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--xUB-PcFuRU/TXRNf0MZl0I/AAAAAAAACII/vhsVBlSBGkA/s72-c/Food%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
