<?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-10581285</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:19:21.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A BLOG IN THE LIFE OF SUEVEE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>842</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2083062859438888688</id><published>2012-01-09T13:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:33:00.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't sleep last night so I got creative with my nails! Ya'll know I love me some polka dots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TQ-Y9QC01Qg/TwtA6AHdPfI/AAAAAAAACyE/0MvmY9rFIJE/IMG114.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2083062859438888688?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2083062859438888688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2083062859438888688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2083062859438888688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2083062859438888688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/dots.html' title='Dots!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-TQ-Y9QC01Qg/TwtA6AHdPfI/AAAAAAAACyE/0MvmY9rFIJE/s72-c/IMG114.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2694851742020707176</id><published>2012-01-08T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T23:27:12.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beef...that's what's NOT for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, ever year...at the beginning of the year...my church does the &lt;a href="http://daniel-fast.com/about.html" target="_blank"&gt;Daniel Fast&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Basically put, you partake in a vegan lifestlye for 21 days as you draw closer to Christ.&amp;nbsp; I thought this was a good option for me...Growing up in the Indian church, they always did "no food" fasts...and I never had the will power in to partake in that.&amp;nbsp; This seemed like a happy medium...even for a carnivore like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have survived my first week.&amp;nbsp; I thought food would be the big challenge...but it's not.&amp;nbsp; Things like vegetable curries &amp;amp; veggie burgers have been my saving grace.&amp;nbsp; But even more difficult than dealing with the lack of meat and dairy...has been the new conviction that God has given me to stop watching REALITY TV!!&amp;nbsp; If you know me, you know that it is my guilty pleasure...and i'm a junkie.&amp;nbsp; But in this week, God has shown me that it's a waste of time, and spending time with him is more important and beneficial than spending time lounging on my couch watching TV.&amp;nbsp; This is especially difficult since my boy Pauly D is on a new season of Jersey shore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to know any great vegan recipes...please let me know!!&amp;nbsp; Oh, and I'm up to read some good books now too...since I've got some time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2694851742020707176?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2694851742020707176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2694851742020707176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2694851742020707176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2694851742020707176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/beefthats-whats-not-for-dinner.html' title='Beef...that&apos;s what&apos;s NOT for dinner'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1561103133130140761</id><published>2012-01-04T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:13:36.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new bling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some girls are obsessed with shoes, purses, diamonds, rubies...and I'm obsessed with junk jewlery.&amp;nbsp; Please note the fabulous ring on my finger in the picture below (although I know my super cute mouse pad is probably distracting you.)&amp;nbsp; My mom told me the other day that I wear the ugliest rings...and I told her "Thank you."&amp;nbsp;If my mom thinks something is ugly...it's almost guaranteed that it's actually pretty cute!&amp;nbsp; I like unusual rings...and I found this one at one of my all time favorite accessory shopping stores...Forever 21. Now..if I could only grow my finger nails so my hand wouldn't look like a little Indian boy who has a bow ring on his finger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFlh-S12vk/TwUh61RP_RI/AAAAAAAACx4/p0XGNudqSCQ/s1600/IMG103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFlh-S12vk/TwUh61RP_RI/AAAAAAAACx4/p0XGNudqSCQ/s320/IMG103.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-1561103133130140761?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1561103133130140761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1561103133130140761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1561103133130140761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1561103133130140761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-bling.html' title='My new bling...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlFlh-S12vk/TwUh61RP_RI/AAAAAAAACx4/p0XGNudqSCQ/s72-c/IMG103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6013441128972259442</id><published>2012-01-03T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:17:41.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I think this dogs of mine knows things.&amp;nbsp; She didn't sleep all night last night because she knew something was up...Marissa &amp;amp; Andrew were packing their suitcases last night to go home this morning.&amp;nbsp; They had to catch an early flight back...and Mousse was restless all night.&amp;nbsp; Her lack of sleep last night&amp;nbsp;made me lose sleep...so although it's only 8 pm, we're both ready for some zzzz's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGETC7zIGnY/TwPESvpdggI/AAAAAAAACxg/AhlPt_O45jI/s1600/IMG100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGETC7zIGnY/TwPESvpdggI/AAAAAAAACxg/AhlPt_O45jI/s320/IMG100.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-6013441128972259442?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6013441128972259442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6013441128972259442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6013441128972259442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6013441128972259442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-i-think-this-dogs-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WGETC7zIGnY/TwPESvpdggI/AAAAAAAACxg/AhlPt_O45jI/s72-c/IMG100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8512338053118284387</id><published>2012-01-02T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:25:03.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's been so nice to have an extra day off from work today... My shoulders and neck have been so tense lately that I find myself getting migraines a lot.&amp;nbsp; While my nephew has been in town, I've been having him walk on my back.&amp;nbsp; But, it hasn't been doing the trick...so I went to the mall today for a massage by one of the Asian guys who stand in the middle of the mall and do chair massages.&amp;nbsp; The dude beat the living shiz out of my shoulders and back...but it felt uh-mazing!&amp;nbsp; It was the best twenty bucks I've spent in a long time.&amp;nbsp; (even though I have a bruise on my back from the dude's elbow!)&amp;nbsp; Afterwards...I went to the bookstore...I've been looking for a good Christian book to dive into...I chose Crazy Love by Francis Chan.&amp;nbsp; So far...it's pretty excellent.&amp;nbsp; I'll review it more once I'm finished...so stay tuned!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8C8Z1AlnDQ/TwPFe_TPFMI/AAAAAAAACxs/HwPN4TSroOE/s1600/Crazy_Love_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8C8Z1AlnDQ/TwPFe_TPFMI/AAAAAAAACxs/HwPN4TSroOE/s320/Crazy_Love_large.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-8512338053118284387?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8512338053118284387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8512338053118284387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8512338053118284387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8512338053118284387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-so-nice-to-have-extra-day-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o8C8Z1AlnDQ/TwPFe_TPFMI/AAAAAAAACxs/HwPN4TSroOE/s72-c/Crazy_Love_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2369678406650432209</id><published>2012-01-01T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:35:39.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I spent the last night of 2011 getting pummeled by my nephew, Andrew while playing the Wii game...Just Dance.&amp;nbsp; Who was I kidding to think I could dance, anyway?&amp;nbsp; After getting slaughtered, we all watched the ball rise in OKC (yah, I know...most balls drop.&amp;nbsp; We do everything backwards!)&amp;nbsp; and popped poppers to ring in the new year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here we are...2012!&amp;nbsp; I refuse to use the word "resolution"...because I feel like resolutions are made to be broken.&amp;nbsp; However, I do have several goals that I've set for myself year.&amp;nbsp; They are quite lofty...and as I work on them...I'll talk about it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, here...I plan to use this space more often than I did in 2011. It may not always be interesting...but there will be something here for those of you who have stuck with me since 05!&amp;nbsp; Happy New Year, Blogosphere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2369678406650432209?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2369678406650432209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2369678406650432209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2369678406650432209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2369678406650432209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='Happy 2012!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6793658379195355498</id><published>2011-11-09T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:13:41.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always new that my munchkin, Madison was born to be a SUPERSTAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and apparently the producers of the daytime talk show, &lt;a href="http://www.thedoctorstv.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Doctors&lt;/a&gt; agree.&amp;nbsp; Her video of her &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO1DkVuwa0s" target="_blank"&gt;cochlear activation&lt;/a&gt; was discovered by them on youtube, and they thought it was just as special as we did!&amp;nbsp; So they decided to air a clip from it on their show on Monday, November 14th!&amp;nbsp; Check your local &lt;a href="http://thedoctorstv.com/main/local_listings" target="_blank"&gt;listing&lt;/a&gt;...to check out the little Superstar in her first debut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp601wPnxmo/Trs_TsSjhDI/AAAAAAAACxU/4NZft3LVIT4/s1600/G_Outfit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp601wPnxmo/Trs_TsSjhDI/AAAAAAAACxU/4NZft3LVIT4/s400/G_Outfit.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-6793658379195355498?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6793658379195355498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6793658379195355498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6793658379195355498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6793658379195355498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-always-new-that-my-munchkin-madison.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dp601wPnxmo/Trs_TsSjhDI/AAAAAAAACxU/4NZft3LVIT4/s72-c/G_Outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1971760424718360509</id><published>2011-11-07T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:20:41.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All Shook Up...Literally!</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting down to write this post when I heard a rumble outside...not uncommon during a thunderstorm.&amp;nbsp; But then I felt the rumble under my feet,&amp;nbsp;I knew it was happening again...another earthquake.&amp;nbsp; I've spent the majority of my life in Oklahoma City...which means I'm used to things like tornados, ice storms, and in recent years...blizzards.&amp;nbsp; I never in a zillion years would think I'd need to worry about earthquakes!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But&amp;nbsp;Friday night...I woke up to one.&amp;nbsp; I thought it was Moussey scratching her neck while she lay in bed...but Moussey wasn't in bed.&amp;nbsp; She was standing near my bed staring at me...if she could talk, I'm most positive that she'd be saying, "WTF?!"&amp;nbsp; My vision was wobbly for a good two minutes...as my head wobbled...but, I was half asleep and told myself that I'd check on line in the morning to see if OKC had an earthquake.&amp;nbsp; The next morning I checked facebook..and sure enough it was confirmed. 4.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night...round two.&amp;nbsp; This time, it was only 11 pm.&amp;nbsp; People were awake...in fact they were running out of their apartments yelling.&amp;nbsp; Me and Moussey stared at each other...and again...her face had it written all over it..."WTF?!"&amp;nbsp; I gotta admit...that one really shoook me up...no pun intended.&amp;nbsp; It scared the beejeeezus out of me.&amp;nbsp; And the neighbors running around outside didn't calm my nerves a bit.&amp;nbsp; This one was bigger...5.6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are...Monday night.&amp;nbsp; I thought the earthquakes were now a thing of the past...on to the next set of worries...tornado warnings all over the state.&amp;nbsp; I sat down to write about my earth quake experience...and whaddaya know!...round three.&amp;nbsp; This time, I'm certain this building swayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm finished freaking out about this...I'm going to go to bed...but not before a prayer....&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord my soul to keep...&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake...&lt;br /&gt;I pray the Lord my soul to take...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1971760424718360509?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1971760424718360509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1971760424718360509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1971760424718360509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1971760424718360509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-shook-upliterally.html' title='All Shook Up...Literally!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7730687230882120030</id><published>2011-10-30T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T16:17:45.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Delights You?</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've blogged that I actually forgot my password!&amp;nbsp; I talked to some rather annoyed readers this weekend, who threatened bodily harm if I did not write a new post...so here I am. =)&amp;nbsp; As I've said a zillion times, it's really difficult to write posts on a daily/weekly/monthly basis when your life is really routine and you're trying to maintain two blogs.&amp;nbsp; I rarely have "misadventures" these days...so there isn't much to write about.&amp;nbsp;I was watching Oprah's "Soul Sunday" today and she asked a question..."What delights you?"&amp;nbsp; I decided to run with it...&amp;nbsp; Here are the top 5 things that delight me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frozen yogurt.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't matter if it's 190 degrees (like this summer) or -190 degrees (like this winter will most likely be).&amp;nbsp; Frozen yogurt ALWAYS makes me smile.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuVhdTMleyA/Tq269wUvOwI/AAAAAAAACws/-70PwJ29e14/s1600/PB_Watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuVhdTMleyA/Tq269wUvOwI/AAAAAAAACws/-70PwJ29e14/s200/PB_Watermelon.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Crafting things.&amp;nbsp; For the past few Sundays, I've had some free time, so I've been going to Michael's...(don't worry, I still love Hobby Lobby, but it's closed on Sundays)...I purchased some inexpensive items...brought them home...and spent the afternoon making things. It always delights me to see the end product.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I've been finding owls quite cute, so I made this for my kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guuDQJIbO5I/Tq27B13rhSI/AAAAAAAACw0/e4NFUiU-Oto/s1600/IMG009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guuDQJIbO5I/Tq27B13rhSI/AAAAAAAACw0/e4NFUiU-Oto/s320/IMG009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mousse.&amp;nbsp; I find her simply delightful in the morning...she loves to snuggle up and be sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSSIp5NJ6XU/Tq27FI6kjnI/AAAAAAAACw8/uS0FXa51ugM/s1600/IMG012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSSIp5NJ6XU/Tq27FI6kjnI/AAAAAAAACw8/uS0FXa51ugM/s320/IMG012.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;baby's with luscious cheeks!&amp;nbsp; This is my boy...(well actually, NC's boy)...Tyson.&amp;nbsp; I got to hang out with him and his big sis, Tessa this weekend.&amp;nbsp; Holding babies and smelling their sweet baby scent is sooo delightful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJR5UdNFTc/Tq27H11oezI/AAAAAAAACxE/k9QKqKjg7NQ/s1600/IMG023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gwJR5UdNFTc/Tq27H11oezI/AAAAAAAACxE/k9QKqKjg7NQ/s320/IMG023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last...but not least...I love finding funky, fun rings.&amp;nbsp; Junk jewlery...delights me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnxtMS7z62o/Tq28QU9EwwI/AAAAAAAACxM/DcAbFnK_p4k/s1600/imagesCAYWFL69.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnxtMS7z62o/Tq28QU9EwwI/AAAAAAAACxM/DcAbFnK_p4k/s1600/imagesCAYWFL69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7730687230882120030?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7730687230882120030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7730687230882120030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7730687230882120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7730687230882120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-delights-you.html' title='What Delights You?'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuVhdTMleyA/Tq269wUvOwI/AAAAAAAACws/-70PwJ29e14/s72-c/PB_Watermelon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7694505933597176920</id><published>2011-09-29T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T21:24:44.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;CCL and I were talking today about how life with out internet access is not a life worth living.&amp;nbsp; Well...we didn't say that in so many words, but&amp;nbsp; we were just talking about how inconvenient it is and how helpless you feel with out it.&amp;nbsp; It made me realize just how much things have changed&amp;nbsp; from back in&amp;nbsp;the day and how different things are for kids today.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe I'm saying phrases like "kids today" and "back in&amp;nbsp;the day"...but I guess it's officially official...I. AM. OLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, I decided to discuss a few ways that life has changed over the past 3 decades of my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; Phone books...They're not completely obsolete.&amp;nbsp; I still see them on my doorstep occasionally.&amp;nbsp; I either toss it, or store it under my couch for safe keeping.&amp;nbsp; But, I can't remember the last time I've used one!&amp;nbsp; Actually I take that back...they used to have coupons for a free drink with lunch at Mazzios, so me and the BOC girls would round up all the yellow pages before we went to lunch. =)&amp;nbsp; But, as for seeking a&amp;nbsp; phone number...it's been aeons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Actually...the word "aeons" brings me to my next one...dictionaries!&amp;nbsp; I had no idea how to spell that word...so just googled it with how I thought it would be spelled "eons"...and learned that it had a silent "a."&amp;nbsp; I remember "back in the day"...we had to buy these $25 dictionaries for school.&amp;nbsp; My English teacher always demanded we look up the words we couldn't spell...which I found very annoying...I mean how do you look up a word when you can't spell it?&amp;nbsp; It's no wonder that it took me forever to figure out that the word outfit was not spelled a-l-p-h-e-t.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; "Kids today" think they have it tough when they have to write papers.&amp;nbsp; Uh, yah right...try having to go to&amp;nbsp; the library to do research in actual books and journals that you actually have to flip the pages of.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And try typing your paper and using correction fluid when you screw up instead of hitting backspace!&amp;nbsp; I have no pity for any of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Emails/Webcam...If these things were invented when I was a kid, it would have saved me from so much trouble!&amp;nbsp; I would have never gotten in trouble for calling my cousins too much and hiking up the phonebill...nor would I have had to write my cousins letters on paper and watch out for snail mail to avoid our letters being intercepted and read by our nosy brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Cell phones.&amp;nbsp; Why on God's green earth was there that in between stage with&amp;nbsp; pagers?!?&amp;nbsp; Pagers were really retarded...basically you'd be&amp;nbsp;calling someone's pager device to tell them to call you.&amp;nbsp; Why couldn't you just call the person directly?&amp;nbsp; I remember my pager code (instead of my phone #) (because it wasn't cool to put your phone #) was 500....or "soo"...or sue (in my clever little mind).&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago, I was driving home from Dallas...alone...and was completely FREAKED OUT when I realized that my phone had no range for like 2 hours of my 3 hour trip.&amp;nbsp; Although I used to drive like that all the time "back in the day"...and it never phased me then.&amp;nbsp; But even with cell phones, there is a hierachy.&amp;nbsp; I'm ashamed to say, that my sweet munchkin, Madison operates her mom's cell phone with ease...however, I don't even know how to answer it when it rings.&amp;nbsp; And when she sees my phone, she looks at me like "Where's all the apps, Sueny??&amp;nbsp; Moses called and he wants his cell phone back!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; GPS...need I go on?&amp;nbsp; I mean, I've gotten lost in my neighborhood before.&amp;nbsp; This is obviously vitally essential for someone like me.&amp;nbsp; I don't even know how I survived "back in the day."&amp;nbsp; I used to drive to Dallas and get directions from CCL, and then get directions from CCL on how to get from Dallas to Houston.&amp;nbsp; Once I was in Houston, I'd ask Mikey how to get back to Dallas, and then in Dallas, ask CCL how to get to OKC.&amp;nbsp; Confused?&amp;nbsp; I was too!&amp;nbsp; That's why I kept getting lost!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Straight Iron.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Kids today" think they have problems with bullying?&amp;nbsp; Try being a frizzy haired brown girl in a predominately white, cowboy/cowgirl school!!!&amp;nbsp; When I think about how different my life could have been if only the straight iron was invented ten years earlier...it brings real tears to my eyes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; DVR...this has been the one new invention in my time that has impacted my life the most.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I functioned before and will never go back to a life without it.&amp;nbsp; I mean watching my TV shows without dealing with commercials is better than candy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I could go on forever...but I will end here.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes...I wonder what's next!&amp;nbsp; I just hope to see the day when I can shift my car into fly mode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7694505933597176920?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7694505933597176920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7694505933597176920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7694505933597176920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7694505933597176920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/ccl-and-i-were-talking-today-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1093389081179116283</id><published>2011-09-24T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:17:53.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've realized over the years that I'm one of "those" people.&amp;nbsp; You all know the kind...The kind that people start talking to and end up saying way too much to.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what it is about me that makes people want to confess to me.&amp;nbsp; If I believed in reincarnation, I'd think I was a priest in&amp;nbsp;a former&amp;nbsp;life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I recently met someone, and every time I talk to her, I make her cry.&amp;nbsp; I always apologize, and she always assure me that she enjoys our talks and appreciates that she can trust me enough to talk so openly.&amp;nbsp; Her honesty never bothers me...but, I'm always left feeling guilty when I see her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's one thing when your friends spill their beans...all their beans...but when total strangers do...it's a completely different story...a scary story at that!&amp;nbsp; I was sitting at a hair salon minding my own business.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have been sitting there for more than a minute and a half when the lady sitting two seats down beckoned me to come sit by her.&amp;nbsp; As I scooted down...I began to wonder if I knew her.&amp;nbsp; And I was positive that I didn't.&amp;nbsp; I have a sick memory when it comes to peoples/faces/names...and her's was not one that I knew....because trust me, I woulda remembered her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She leaned over...into my personal space...and began whispering to me.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't hear a word she was saying...nor could I read her lips...but she kept sticking her cell phone in my face so I knew she wanted me to look at it.&amp;nbsp; It was a text...from some guy.&amp;nbsp; He was telling her she was beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I definitely did not concur.&amp;nbsp; She kinda looked witch like&amp;nbsp;and scary as&amp;nbsp;she whispered dramatically in my face.&amp;nbsp; I guess she could tell I couldn't hear her...and she apologized and said she didn't want the others to hear her.&amp;nbsp; My question was...WHY DID SHE WANT ME TO HEAR?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She talked louder, but her accent was&amp;nbsp;so thick.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;could only make out about 15% of what she was saying, but the texts she kept showing me&amp;nbsp;helped me figure out&amp;nbsp;what she was saying.&amp;nbsp; So, what was she&amp;nbsp;saying?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Apparently she was divorced and the scarf she was wearing was given to her by her&amp;nbsp;daughter...who went to Italy with her ex&amp;nbsp;and bought the scarf&amp;nbsp;...and she had 3 men who were just her friends, but she was in love with one...and they were all in love with her.&amp;nbsp; She didn't like the one who said she was beautiful because she didn't know his true insides...she said he saw her standing somewhere and noticed her butt.&amp;nbsp; Then she proceeded to stand up and show me how she was standing.&amp;nbsp; I kept looking at her face and she insisted that I look at her butt.&amp;nbsp;"Look!&amp;nbsp; Look at it!," she said emphatically!&amp;nbsp;At that point...I was sure Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out of somewhere and tell me that I was being punked.&amp;nbsp; And then I remembered, I'm not a celebrity...and Ashton only punks celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then she told me about each man, their professions, and what kind of cars they had...Fifteen minutes couldn't pass by any slower!&amp;nbsp; My eardrums were tired from straining, and my mind was spinning as I considered how strange humans could be!&amp;nbsp; Just as she was telling me strange things about her thong,&amp;nbsp; my hairstylist, Chi, (no pun intended...that's REALLY her name!)&amp;nbsp; finally called my name, and I basically ran to her chair.&amp;nbsp; It was definitely a straaaange experience, but I was kinda glad it happened.&amp;nbsp; I knew it was just the kind of story my blog needed!&amp;nbsp; I know this sounds like fiction...and I have been known to make up a story or two in my time...but some things...you just can't make up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1093389081179116283?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1093389081179116283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1093389081179116283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1093389081179116283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1093389081179116283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/ive-realized-over-years-that-im-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6881440289142611482</id><published>2011-09-20T20:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:14:18.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's so Smurfy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never been a a huge Smurf fan in the past.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I watched the cartoons, but it bugged me how they slaughtered English grammar with the word Smurf...which is obviously a noun, but then they'd use it as a verb, adverb, and adjective whenever they smurfed like it!&amp;nbsp; But, when the movie came out this summer, I was overcome with nostalgia and I really wanted to see it.&amp;nbsp; The only reason I didn't is because my niece and nephew didn't want to because they really didn't know what a Smurf was.&amp;nbsp; And I didn't want to be an adult going to a kid movie with out a kid.&amp;nbsp; When I found out McD's was bringing back the smurf figurines out with their happy meals...I was so excited.&amp;nbsp; It just brought me back to my childhood years...and I just had to get my hands on one.&amp;nbsp; And so I urged my nephew to have a happy meal one night...and he gladly handed me over the smurf.&amp;nbsp; I took it to work to put on my shelf...and before I knew it...people were bringing me their kids' smurfs!&amp;nbsp; And now, I have quite a collection.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, my buddy made my collection complete by swiping Smurfette from her 2 year old!&amp;nbsp; She's the one I really wanted and so getting her simply made my day!&amp;nbsp; Do I feel ashamed for taking a 2 year olds toy?&amp;nbsp; Slightly, but not really!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if your kid happens to have a Papa Smurf or a Brainy Smurf&amp;nbsp; laying around the house, my birthday is coming up...and I can't think of anything I want more...well, actually I can...but hey, I'm pretty easy to please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLHKo2p8Xkw/Tnk7MyNoZzI/AAAAAAAACwo/UK5Bzw1Yubg/s1600/09202011-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLHKo2p8Xkw/Tnk7MyNoZzI/AAAAAAAACwo/UK5Bzw1Yubg/s1600/09202011-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/10581285-6881440289142611482?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881440289142611482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6881440289142611482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6881440289142611482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6881440289142611482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-so-smurfy.html' title='She&apos;s so Smurfy!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iLHKo2p8Xkw/Tnk7MyNoZzI/AAAAAAAACwo/UK5Bzw1Yubg/s72-c/09202011-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2969923993745534158</id><published>2011-08-30T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:09:57.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I do stupid things...People who know me are well aware of my stupid antics...wearing things inside out, wearing mismatched shoes..these are just a few of the stupid things that I do.&amp;nbsp; Recently, I topped myself...and did the stupidist thing ever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day at work, I had to make long ins, passwords, and security questions to a few zillion websites that I use at work on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; Only now, do I use all of them...I basically had to learn one site at a time.&amp;nbsp; So a few days ago, I was asked to sign&amp;nbsp; on to a particular site.&amp;nbsp; It kept rejecting my password and forced me to answer some security questions.&amp;nbsp; The first question that popped up was ridiculous..."What was the name of the street you lived on in 3rd grade?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, who the heck knows?!?&amp;nbsp; I basically moved every year as a kid...and although I have a great memory for useless information...that is not something I remember.&amp;nbsp; So I vehemently told myself and all my colleagues that I did not set up these questions!!&amp;nbsp; They told me to call the customer service for assistance...and I did.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they ask me to answer the security questions so they can reset my password.&amp;nbsp; But, I tell them that is impossible because I never set up the questions and I don't know the answers.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got frustrated and hung up with these people/called them back/hung up/called them back...FOUR TIMES!!&amp;nbsp; On the fourth try...the customer service lady had a little mercy on me.&amp;nbsp; She said there were three questions...and said she'd ask me another one.&amp;nbsp; I told her it didn't matter because I didn't set the questions up.&amp;nbsp; It was obviously a conspiracy!!&amp;nbsp; So, she said..."let's just try it"..."If you can answer two of the three...I can reset you."&amp;nbsp; I sighed DEEPLY.&amp;nbsp; And then she asked, "What's the name of your first pet?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mousse?"&amp;nbsp; and she said yes.&amp;nbsp; I wondered how that could possibly be right when I never set up the questions...the conspiracy plot thickened!&amp;nbsp; And then she asked me the final question, "What's your childhood nickname?"&amp;nbsp; "Sue?"&amp;nbsp; She said...no, it's not Sue...but it certainly ISN'T something I'd want to be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widened...in sheer and utter horror and humiliation.&amp;nbsp; Could it be??&amp;nbsp; Noooo...please God...NOOOO!&amp;nbsp; "FATTY?!?!?!?!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have a new password.&amp;nbsp; Not only did I look like a fool for telling everyone that I did not set up my security questions...but, I set one up with the most embarrassing nickname!!&amp;nbsp; ANDDDD...the biggest big mouth who sits next to me heard the entire conversation and made sure to tell the rest of my team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at myself for thinking a security question would only be seen by me...and I'm mad at my siblings for making up such a horrifying nickname, and I'm mad at me for answering them when they called me that...and I'm mad that I always seem to get myself into the most ridiculous situations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2969923993745534158?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2969923993745534158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2969923993745534158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2969923993745534158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2969923993745534158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-do-stupid-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6366204357831165799</id><published>2011-08-21T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:23:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from watching "the Help"...it's one of those rare movies that people actually feel the need to clap at the end.&amp;nbsp; Now I definitely want to read the book to see how much better it is!&amp;nbsp; As I was trying to find a seat in the theater, some lady stopped me and asked me if my name was Mariamma.&amp;nbsp; When I said no, she said I looked like someone she used to work with.&amp;nbsp; So, what that told me is that I apparently look 50 years old or older...because God knows no one in their 30's is named Mariamma.&amp;nbsp;That's what I get for leaving the house with my hair in a bun looking like a scrub.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I realized I have no consistent "look."&amp;nbsp; I'm part tom-boy and part girly-girl.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love fixing my hair, wearing make-up, and accessorizing when I deem it necessary. But, I also love wearing boys basketball shorts with one of my worn, old, favorite t-shirts.&amp;nbsp; I tend to lean toward my tom-boy side more regularly...but, I think that needs to stop.&amp;nbsp; It's not doing me any favors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...good luck to all the students out there in the blogosphere who are starting school tomorrow!&amp;nbsp; Just remember..."you is kind...you is smart...and you is important!!!"&amp;nbsp; Words to live by! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6366204357831165799?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6366204357831165799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6366204357831165799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6366204357831165799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6366204357831165799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-got-back-from-watching-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-9147323580741789505</id><published>2011-08-17T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:32:51.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The summer is officially O-ver.&amp;nbsp; My niece and nephew were here for two months and their departure always marks the end of summer for me.&amp;nbsp; Unfotunately, that doesn't end the heat wave...but I guess I'll take 110 degrees over blizzards and ice.&amp;nbsp; The weeks are a blur these days now that i'm a working woman again.&amp;nbsp; I'm pretty much busy from the time I sit down at my desk until it's quitting time.&amp;nbsp; And oddly enough, I love it!&amp;nbsp; I usually have this 1-3 month period of time when I start a new job where I'm quiet and sort of feeling things out and figuring people out.&amp;nbsp; That period is officially over and I've unleashed the "true" Sue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never worked anywhere that co-workers have called me Sue.&amp;nbsp; To me, allowing someone to call me that name indicates some kind of relationship or closeness.&amp;nbsp; At school and work, I've always been Susan...no matter how much I dislike that name.&amp;nbsp; (sorry to all you Susans out there in the blogosphere)&lt;br /&gt;My nickname has always been reserved to family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's caused quite a bit of confusion in the past...But, in a way it's like my two identities...my "professional" one and my "personal" one....although I am who I am pretty much everywhere I am.&amp;nbsp; (Whoa...did that make sense?)&amp;nbsp; Anyway...all this to say...they call me Sue at my new job.&amp;nbsp; And it's really strange.&amp;nbsp; It's been over a month and I'm still not used to it.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough, sometimes I don't even respond because I mentally expect to be called Susan!&amp;nbsp; That's probably the craziest part!&amp;nbsp; I have so many nicknames...Poo, Q, Suey, SueVee, Sushi, etc...and I respond to all of them.&amp;nbsp; But, I can't train my brain to accept being called Sue at work!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day we were talking about people in high school who now go by different names on facebook...and how strange it is to call someone something you've never called them before.&amp;nbsp; I could totally relate to that conversation because a lot of people from high school contact me on FB and call me Sue... and it just seems unnatural and strange!&amp;nbsp; One of these days...I'll get a handle on what my name is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10581285-9147323580741789505?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9147323580741789505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=9147323580741789505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/9147323580741789505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/9147323580741789505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-is-officially-o-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6489161003507930175</id><published>2011-08-14T19:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:22:15.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 3rd birthday to my favorite munchkin!!&amp;nbsp; We got to hang out while she was in Okc for six weeks and had a great time...We all got so attached to her spunky spirit and funny ways!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maddicakes, I hope you enjoy your 3rd birthday!&amp;nbsp; You're growing up so fast!&amp;nbsp; I am so proud of you and all the things you have accomplished in just three short years!&amp;nbsp; I love you SO much!...Love, Sueny...oh, and Matt Uncle,&amp;nbsp;Missa Chechi, Andrew Chacha, Mookey...and Jerome! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMYBOdweXik/Tkhjm_ZLWBI/AAAAAAAACwk/NE26zTYFzqA/s1600/IMG_0533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMYBOdweXik/Tkhjm_ZLWBI/AAAAAAAACwk/NE26zTYFzqA/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-6489161003507930175?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6489161003507930175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6489161003507930175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6489161003507930175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6489161003507930175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-3rd-birthday-to-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMYBOdweXik/Tkhjm_ZLWBI/AAAAAAAACwk/NE26zTYFzqA/s72-c/IMG_0533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6024962535271161246</id><published>2011-08-11T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:28:19.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_khr4yz="105"&gt;So, I'm on my soapbox tonight...and the subject that I choose to rant about is....BABY TALK.&amp;nbsp; I have to admit that I'm guilty of talking baby talk once in a while...especially to babies and 100 pound puppies.&amp;nbsp; "Wuv" is usually my baby talk word of choice.&amp;nbsp;It's kind cute I think...when used appropriately.&amp;nbsp; But grown adults talking baby talk all day...to other adults is neither cute nor necessary.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_khr4yz="105"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_khr4yz="105"&gt;I know everyone has their quirks...and sometimes you just gotta deal with it.&amp;nbsp; But when an adult talks to me &lt;br /&gt;"wike a wittle thwee year old"...It's "vewy hard to take&amp;nbsp;them sewiously"&amp;nbsp; I know I'm going to just have to "gwin and bear it."&amp;nbsp; But, sometimes I need to "gwipe"...and this is the only safe place to do it!&amp;nbsp; (See!&amp;nbsp; it's annoying, isn't it?!?)&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/10581285-6024962535271161246?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6024962535271161246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6024962535271161246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6024962535271161246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6024962535271161246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-im-on-my-soapbox-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6611732134954675500</id><published>2011-08-10T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T07:29:52.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm a person who enjoys lists...grocery lists, task lists, meals for the week lists, books to read lists...&amp;nbsp; So, recently I decided to create a bucket list.&amp;nbsp; It's not very long...and not filled with impossible goals.&amp;nbsp; I started talking to a friend who said she also created a bucket list...and was about to do one of the items on her list.&amp;nbsp; She gave me a nudge to do one of my items...and maybe do it together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Well, she's doing it next week...and I'm still trying to work the courage up to do mine.&amp;nbsp; We agreed to knock off our bucket list together...as much as possible...and then she gave me the ok to blog about it.&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be fun for the blogosphere to be a part of our misadventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, the problem is....me!!&amp;nbsp; I have to gain the "chutzpah" to actually do the first thing!&amp;nbsp; See...I don't even have the chutzpah to tell you guys what it is!!&amp;nbsp; If I do it, it's probably the 1st decision I've made for myself...irregardless of other people's advice or opinions.&amp;nbsp; Yep, my first big girl decision!&amp;nbsp; So leave me some encouragement in the comment box below!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6611732134954675500?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6611732134954675500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6611732134954675500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6611732134954675500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6611732134954675500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-person-who-enjoys-lists.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3712886942573924314</id><published>2011-08-08T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:17:32.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;New pictures are up on my &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; site!&amp;nbsp; Check out the latest &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;princess party &lt;/a&gt;I have been working on!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In other news...about a year ago...my friend Sheryl's little boy, Elijah learned how to say the word "kundi"...which means butt in Malayalam.&amp;nbsp; Since it was a new word...and it sounds funny...he really enjoyed saying it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Repeatedly.&amp;nbsp; His grandma didn't approve.&amp;nbsp; Afterall, it's like letting your kid walk around saying "ass"&amp;nbsp; all day.&amp;nbsp; Not appropriate.&amp;nbsp; So, she asked Elijah why he was saying the word...and more importantly, who taught him to say it.&amp;nbsp; To which he replied, "Sue Aunty."&amp;nbsp; Now when Sheryl told me this...I wasn't too surprised. Afterall, the child is hers.&amp;nbsp; And making up fictitious stories to get me in trouble obviously runs in his blood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today BF told me a story...apparently my little munchkin, Madison was asking for me.&amp;nbsp; She misses all her OKC friends and family after spending 6 weeks with us.&amp;nbsp; But, she also was asking for "Jerome."&amp;nbsp; Her mom asked her who Jerome was and who told her about him...and she said, "Sueny!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these kids are all conspiring against me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3712886942573924314?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3712886942573924314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3712886942573924314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3712886942573924314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3712886942573924314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-pictures-are-up-on-my-other-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4048417160793197771</id><published>2011-08-07T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:46:40.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="116"&gt;So in case you were wondering about my weigh in Wednesdays...err, what happens is...I gain the five pounds that I lose every weekend and lose it over the week...gain it over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; So things aren't going too well.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm still trying.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I spent the evening making health lunches for the week.&amp;nbsp; But then again, the weekdays aren't really the problem.&amp;nbsp;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="117"&gt;Anyway, it's been an exhausting weekend...After setting up a princess party, fighting the crowds at the outlets, moving into the new building for work, and making lunches for the week...I'm truly out for the count.&amp;nbsp; I hear my pillow whispering my name, but found a request on facebook asking for a new blog post.&amp;nbsp; And I just couldn't let him down.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="117"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="117"&gt;So OKC just built a new outlet mall...which is pretty much where everyone in the entire city was this weekend!&amp;nbsp; Parking was brutal...and the lines were even worse.&amp;nbsp; The only store I really wanted to go to was the Coach outlet...but there was a line just to get in the store!&amp;nbsp; It was a 112 degrees out on Saturday, so I wasn't about to stand out there and fry for a new purse that I probably don't really need!!&amp;nbsp; It's interesting because when I talk to Sunu in Kuwait...she tells me how the news in Kuwait is always about how bad the economy is and will become in the U.S...I also talked to a friend in London today, and he said the same thing!&amp;nbsp; But the way people shop...you would never know that here!!&amp;nbsp; Supposedly we should be saving and preparing ourselves for complete disaster...but instead, people are standing in line for 45 minutes in 112 degrees to buy a Coach purse.&amp;nbsp; What up with that?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="117"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_lg1elf="117"&gt;Well folks, that's about it for my adventures this weekend...stay tuned to see how the week pans out!&amp;nbsp; Will keep you posted...right now, I'm giving in to the call of my precious pillow!&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/10581285-4048417160793197771?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4048417160793197771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4048417160793197771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4048417160793197771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4048417160793197771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-in-case-you-were-wondering-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6022698216948417592</id><published>2011-07-31T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T09:52:25.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merly's going away/ 2nd anniversary party....Merly, Shines, and the creeper behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ME_z0KZhA/TjVqE8X7X8I/AAAAAAAACwM/MZHCXvceJD0/s1600/IMG_0473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ME_z0KZhA/TjVqE8X7X8I/AAAAAAAACwM/MZHCXvceJD0/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cutting the cake...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1efyDOkS0UQ/TjVqLMD0QfI/AAAAAAAACwQ/O1qyTkej29o/s1600/IMG_0474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1efyDOkS0UQ/TjVqLMD0QfI/AAAAAAAACwQ/O1qyTkej29o/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family...plus us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-IFqomu2lw/TjVqQZZ1-dI/AAAAAAAACwU/TLo91rNLkFg/s1600/IMG_0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-IFqomu2lw/TjVqQZZ1-dI/AAAAAAAACwU/TLo91rNLkFg/s320/IMG_0475.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me &amp;amp; NC...on her birthday.&amp;nbsp; This is typically what happens...I say something to crack her up just before the camera clicks. I'm composed...she's cracking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDmqrih2PSU/TjVqb5sp1iI/AAAAAAAACwY/jA7fGX1IUxM/s1600/IMG_0491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDmqrih2PSU/TjVqb5sp1iI/AAAAAAAACwY/jA7fGX1IUxM/s320/IMG_0491.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLUVQISJFfA/TjVqhDMLX0I/AAAAAAAACwc/RAOnuiVEE-U/s1600/IMG_0492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLUVQISJFfA/TjVqhDMLX0I/AAAAAAAACwc/RAOnuiVEE-U/s320/IMG_0492.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me and my BF's...haven't taken a picture like this (that turned out decently) in soooo long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYgeuiBvOb0/TjVqju90geI/AAAAAAAACwg/ZNM_KsKgrxs/s1600/IMG_0494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aYgeuiBvOb0/TjVqju90geI/AAAAAAAACwg/ZNM_KsKgrxs/s320/IMG_0494.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-6022698216948417592?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6022698216948417592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6022698216948417592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6022698216948417592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6022698216948417592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ME_z0KZhA/TjVqE8X7X8I/AAAAAAAACwM/MZHCXvceJD0/s72-c/IMG_0473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1731239153734165036</id><published>2011-07-27T00:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T00:41:51.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So, I'm back&amp;nbsp;from a fun night out with the girls (and no, I did not&amp;nbsp;receive any senior citizen discounts.&amp;nbsp; Thank you very much!)&amp;nbsp;and I'm feeling a little blue.&amp;nbsp; It seems like it's been decades since the three of us have spent some QT (quality time) together.&amp;nbsp; Back in the day...we made time every day for a little QT.&amp;nbsp; I drove my little red Mitsubishi Eclipse, NC drove her white Grand Prix, and Sonia drove her black&amp;nbsp;Firebird with a T-top.&amp;nbsp; We often got bored with our own vehicles, so we'd meet in a centralized location (usually Taco Bueno!) and swap cars before driving to each others houses.&amp;nbsp;My car of choice was always Sonia's Firebird.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Those were definitely the good old days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boggles my mind how much of the past they have forgotten...Apparently, that's what having kids does to you.&amp;nbsp; However, luckily they have me...and I have the greatest memory when it comes to useless information!&amp;nbsp; We reminisced about the crazy antics of the past...how much our lives have changed in the present...and our hopes for the future.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing like being with your old friends...people who understand you with no explanations necessary...people who've seen you grow and change and have accepted and encouraged you along the way.&amp;nbsp; Sonia claims to be able to read my facial expressions and know what I'm thinking...I will never admit it to her, but she's right every time.&amp;nbsp; I love that they both know me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_v25ydq="112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish every day could be a "Da32C" (and no that's not a bra size!) day...but we've grown up.&amp;nbsp; Our focus has shifted to our families and our responsibilities.&amp;nbsp; But it's nice to know that when we do have that rare opportunity to put it all aside and get together...our friendship has not changed a bit.&amp;nbsp; We're still those three girls who love to laugh, gossip, have deep conversations...and love each other just as much as we did back in the good ol' days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_v25ydq="112"&gt;&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/10581285-1731239153734165036?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1731239153734165036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1731239153734165036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1731239153734165036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1731239153734165036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-im-back-fun-night-out-with-girls-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5428473673715901160</id><published>2011-07-26T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:46:58.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0O800tkK58g/Ti62RSgoqGI/AAAAAAAACwE/V8jGtqfSdJs/s1600/226148_10150319535080948_651925947_9273704_7517298_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0O800tkK58g/Ti62RSgoqGI/AAAAAAAACwE/V8jGtqfSdJs/s320/226148_10150319535080948_651925947_9273704_7517298_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to one of my oldest &amp;amp; bestest friends, NC.&amp;nbsp; This is one of my favorite pictures of the "three of us."&amp;nbsp; And no, I wasn't wearing a neck brace...it was a turtleneck!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we're all going out to celebrate her birthday today...I feel like it's been since the late 90's since we've actually done that!&amp;nbsp; Through thick and thin...the good, the bad, and the ugly...we've maintained our friendship.&amp;nbsp; I've known NC since she was a bratty five year old...and my how she's changed!&amp;nbsp; She's a great friend, wife, mother, and teacher now...and I couldn't be more proud of who she has become!&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday!&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/10581285-5428473673715901160?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5428473673715901160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5428473673715901160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5428473673715901160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5428473673715901160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-to-one-of-my-oldest.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0O800tkK58g/Ti62RSgoqGI/AAAAAAAACwE/V8jGtqfSdJs/s72-c/226148_10150319535080948_651925947_9273704_7517298_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5347588446963482724</id><published>2011-07-24T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:47:52.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;It was another hectic weekend....My dear friend Merly is leaving me...and moving to Utah for a year for an internship.&amp;nbsp; When she returns, she will be Dr. Merly Mathew, which means this whole year...although it sucks...will be totally worth it.&amp;nbsp; So on one hand, i'm elated for her...and on the other hand I'm going to miss her so much!!&amp;nbsp; She's the one person I know who loves deep conversations as much as I do!&amp;nbsp; This weekend we had a few going away parties for her.&amp;nbsp; A few of her friends hosted a party...now usually, house parties are not my thing.&amp;nbsp;I knew there'd be a few people there that I didn't know, and I was kinda feeling iffy.&amp;nbsp; But, I knew Merly would be SO upset with me if I didn't go...and I reminded myself of the Benji pact.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I've been grading myself at social functions.&amp;nbsp; I haven't made better than a C...and on occasions have completely bombed with an F.&amp;nbsp; I know Benj wouldn't be too proud of that...so I was intent on stepping it up this time.&amp;nbsp; Andddd...I DID!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;even gave myself an A...I actually introduced myself to someone and tried my best to atleast say Hello to everyone.&amp;nbsp; Way to go me!&amp;nbsp; And, Merly was happy to see me there...so I'm glad I just grinned and beared it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;I promised Merly I would write more in my blog while she's gone, since she's one of my 2 faithful readers (Thank you, Jerin...faithful reader #1).&amp;nbsp; So, I vow to do my best with that...but no promises.&amp;nbsp; I know she'll be too busy this week to check the blog.&amp;nbsp; So, I decided to share a story that I know will make her chuckle when she's sitting in Utah, bored outta her brain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;Over the years many people have overestimated my age.&amp;nbsp; People have asked me if I was Shines' mother, Derrick's mother, Sheryl's mother, Sunu's mother...even Sunu's mom's mother!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; But last week...took. the. cake!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Sonia and I met up for lunch...at one of our old favorite lunch spots...Furrs Cafeteria.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm very well aware that mostly elderly people frequent cafeterias, so I was totally setting myself up for this one...However, I was still pretty astonished when I looked down at my receipt and saw they gave me the SENIOR CITIZEN DISCOUNT!!!&amp;nbsp; So now, apparently I no longer look like someone's mother...I look like their grandmother!&amp;nbsp; Ain't life grand?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_55ezu4="119"&gt;&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/10581285-5347588446963482724?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5347588446963482724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5347588446963482724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5347588446963482724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5347588446963482724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-in-review_24.html' title='Weekend in Review...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-49618176642114743</id><published>2011-07-17T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:34:01.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Review</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten how quickly weekends fly by.&amp;nbsp; But now that I'm working they are oh-so-precious to me once again.&amp;nbsp; I love weekends that are jam packed with things to do...but lazy, uneventful ones are nice too!&amp;nbsp; This one was far from lazy and uneventful.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp; spent the day Saturday taking my niece dress shopping.&amp;nbsp; She's not really a dress wearer...so I knew this would be a challenge.&amp;nbsp; To top it off, my mom was coming with us!&amp;nbsp; My mom is infamous for picking the most grotesque thing on the rack and showing it to us as if it's the most Uh-mazing thing she's ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've done a lot of dress shopping in my time...both for myself and my younger cousins.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty confident in my selections.&amp;nbsp; I don't think I'm quite as challenged as my mom.&amp;nbsp; But my niece makes me question my own taste.&amp;nbsp; We're not really in sync with our clothing styles...and she gives me the same "are you crazy look" that I give my mom.&amp;nbsp; But, I quickly&amp;nbsp;learned that I have to be patient, and she has to like the dress or she won't wear it, and it's impossible to understand a teenage girl's taste in fashion.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily...after trying lots of dresses...and going back and forth about whether dresses were age appropriate, showing too much leg, and needed a little shrug...we found a really cute dress.&amp;nbsp; And then we got to go to my favorite accessory store...Forever 21...and I got to assist her in picking out the right bling...(which is an area that I'm quite confident in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I got to spend some QT with Marissa and Andrew and we went to dinner at BJ's for one of their deliciously devilish Pazookies.&amp;nbsp; They told me all about their school, teachers, and friends...and then I told them how high school was back in my day.&amp;nbsp; I think that left them a little mortified.&amp;nbsp; =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we visited my buddy, Sherika Jenkins James's (aka Sheryl) church because her baby boy, Ezra&amp;nbsp;was being dedicated...and later we celebrated his first birthday!&amp;nbsp; I can't believe Ez is already ONE!&amp;nbsp; It breaks my back to hold this little linebacker...but I love doing it anyway!&amp;nbsp; He's the only kid...and well, human...on earth who appreciates my singing.&amp;nbsp; Happy Birthday, Ez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvYb00Y4j-A/TiO2ZGyivKI/AAAAAAAACwA/Vqo8ZYQIliA/s1600/263749_790287525741_44013089_37478491_16637_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvYb00Y4j-A/TiO2ZGyivKI/AAAAAAAACwA/Vqo8ZYQIliA/s320/263749_790287525741_44013089_37478491_16637_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-49618176642114743?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/49618176642114743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=49618176642114743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/49618176642114743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/49618176642114743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekend-in-review.html' title='Weekend in Review'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IvYb00Y4j-A/TiO2ZGyivKI/AAAAAAAACwA/Vqo8ZYQIliA/s72-c/263749_790287525741_44013089_37478491_16637_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-413025898058438675</id><published>2011-07-13T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:08:01.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was so nervous on my first day of work!&amp;nbsp; I felt like I did on the first day of high school...apprehensive.&amp;nbsp; But it turned out great.&amp;nbsp; I've gotten over the fact that I probably won't find a job crafting or writing all day in the near future.&amp;nbsp; So, crunching numbers...although it isn't my "thing"...will have to be my thing if I want to eat. (which I do.)&amp;nbsp; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first day was great.&amp;nbsp; It consisted of getting logons to the computer, orientation, meeting new people.&amp;nbsp; I was so worried about making friends...but I clicked with someone on the first day who has lots in common with me and I can definitely relate to.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, she's in my team and we sit by each other!&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;a very familiar face *my buddy, Shines* pops in on the occasion to say Hello. Sooo...so far&amp;nbsp;I'm enjoying it.&amp;nbsp; And will enjoy it even more on Friday when I get my first week's paycheck.&amp;nbsp; Woo. Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp;I wanted to share another piece of news with the blogosphere...so you can hold me accountable...I've begun a low carb/low cal diet.&amp;nbsp; Actually I hate the word diet...I prefer "life change."&amp;nbsp; I have actually been feeling old lately...less energetic,achy joints.&amp;nbsp; And feeling old just doesn't work for me me cuz I don't look old!!!!!!!! ;)&amp;nbsp; (That was a good one!)&amp;nbsp; Feeling better has a large part to do it with it, but I'll admit to being vain...I want my clothes to fit better.&amp;nbsp; So, I thought I'd bring back the old "Wednesday Weigh Ins" from my Weight Watcher days.&amp;nbsp; I just realized today is Wednesday....So far, I've lost a total of 5 pounds.&amp;nbsp; Tune in next week...hopefully it'll be more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-413025898058438675?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/413025898058438675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=413025898058438675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/413025898058438675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/413025898058438675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-was-so-nervous-on-my-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6851472780347460290</id><published>2011-07-11T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:35:53.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I first started this blog six years ago, it was more like my "on-line diary."&amp;nbsp; I kept it real and revealed the good...the bad...the ugly...and the funny...in my life.&amp;nbsp; I think that's why people stay tuned.&amp;nbsp; My honesty was interesting, I suppose.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I find that I blog less because I don't want to keep it real anymore.&amp;nbsp; It's harder to talk about the good, bad, and the ugly...and very little has been funny.&amp;nbsp; It's been hard for me to talk about "things" to people that I'm close too in real life...so how could I possibly post my thoughts on the world wide web for the whole blogosphere to read??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, my cousin's death made me re-think my life...it made me realize that I was shutting people out and his testimony made me realize that we all have a story to share.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes just sharing our story can make someone else feel encouraged or not so alone in their problems or just simply make them stop and re-evaluate.&amp;nbsp; I love to write...I love stories...real life ones especially...so I...of all people...should know the importance of my story.&amp;nbsp; So I'm going to share it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago, I lost my job...Five days later, I got test results back from the doctor that didn't look too good.&amp;nbsp; Although I felt fine, I was sick.&amp;nbsp; I was prescribed medicine...and had to get tested every few months to see if I was getting better or getting worse.&amp;nbsp; The side effect of the medicine was pain...and I felt it every single day...some days more intense than others.&amp;nbsp; This combined with the fact that I was jobless took its' toll on me.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time since I was sixteen years old that I had not been working.&amp;nbsp; It was a total blow to my ego...I was applying for jobs that I was qualified for and that I was over qualified for...and nothing opened up.&amp;nbsp; I threw myself into "I Do Events"...and thankfully it kept me busy enough to keep me sane and provided me with the extra money I needed to stay afloat.&amp;nbsp; In fact, the whole time that I didn't have a full time job...I never had to borrow a cent and not one bill was ever paid late.&amp;nbsp;I had an event of some kind every month...and sometimes two.&amp;nbsp;But still, I avoided people...because I didn't want anyone to ask me how I was doing.&amp;nbsp;That simple question..."how are you?"...would make me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned, Benji was one of those people I avoided.&amp;nbsp; He knew what was going on with me...but I knew he was worried about me, and I didn't want to talk about my problems and make him worry more...especially when things seemed to be going so great for him.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I was a kill-joy...and I just didn't want to drag anyone down by telling them what was going on with me.&amp;nbsp; I felt like God had stripped me of my power...(as if I had any to begin with).&amp;nbsp; I've got to be honest and admit that I'm a control freak...I guess that's why I love planning weddings...I love knowing that if I'm organized and detailed, I have the ability of producing an amazing event.&amp;nbsp; The outcome is in my control.&amp;nbsp; But nothing about my life was in my control.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't mad at God...I knew he was teaching me a lesson.&amp;nbsp; I did question him though...why now?&amp;nbsp; why at the same time?&amp;nbsp; why wasn't I getting jobs that I knew I was qualified for?&amp;nbsp; But, I knew ultimately it was out of my control and in His hands...and I had to wait. And if you know me...you know I HATE waiting....I can't even endure Oklahoma City traffic, which basically shouldn't even be considered traffic...I instantly begin wishing my car could go into fly mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week after I returned home from Chicago...from burying my cousin...I got a call from my Dr...my test results (after a year) were clear...five days later, I got a job.&amp;nbsp; (Yep, exactly in reverse...a year prior, I lost my job, and five days later, I got the bad test result.)&amp;nbsp; Coincidence?&amp;nbsp; Maybe...but, I don't think so.&amp;nbsp; I know it was all God's plan...for me to have time to get well, and then get a job once I was better.&amp;nbsp; A part of me even thinks that Benji went up to Heaven and pulled some strings for me...He didn't want to see me sad anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taught me a valuable lesson....Life isn't always fair...or happy.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't always make sense.&amp;nbsp; There are good times...there are bad times... Times when tears are endless and times when laughter is hard to control.&amp;nbsp; And in all those times...God is always God...He is always in control...we have no choice but to trust in Him...relent the power we think we have, and let Him take over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I heard this song at church&amp;nbsp;one Sunday...and it brought me to tears.&amp;nbsp; I've lived this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ub9ntcIvD0s&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;...I hope it blesses you as it does me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6851472780347460290?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6851472780347460290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6851472780347460290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6851472780347460290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6851472780347460290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-first-started-this-blog-six.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4423525295485106480</id><published>2011-07-04T10:10:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:13:38.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4th of July...From America's little sweetheart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAZ4sEXqyco/ThXMniJ47dI/AAAAAAAACv4/WQdq12MnPNM/s1600/mad2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAZ4sEXqyco/ThXMniJ47dI/AAAAAAAACv4/WQdq12MnPNM/s320/mad2.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4423525295485106480?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4423525295485106480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4423525295485106480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4423525295485106480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4423525295485106480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lAZ4sEXqyco/ThXMniJ47dI/AAAAAAAACv4/WQdq12MnPNM/s72-c/mad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7417364749709011763</id><published>2011-06-21T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:24:39.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; blog has been updated with new wedding and shower pictures.... Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7417364749709011763?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7417364749709011763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7417364749709011763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7417364749709011763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7417364749709011763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/party-updates.html' title='Party Updates'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6749642513554237919</id><published>2011-06-21T21:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:59:28.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday to my nephew, Aaron.&amp;nbsp; It's crazy how time flies so quickly...It's like just yesterday he was a toddler that I was making tents with and watching Barney with...and now he's become this amazing, smart, responsible young man.&amp;nbsp; I don't get to spend as much time with my nephews and niece that I would like to...but I love being an Aunt.&amp;nbsp; I loved rocking each one of them to sleep, giving them their bottles, and playing with them.&amp;nbsp; And now that they're all big kids...I am so proud of each one.&amp;nbsp; Aaron was the first baby in my life...it's so hard to believe he's now 17.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to seeing the amazing plans God has for his life!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nGJZFDmhbxE/TgFYKgNlQVI/AAAAAAAACv0/SoIknqAShaA/s1600/29862_1132278004003_1738860975_254901_5460435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I survived one of the most emotionally and physically exhausting weeks of my life.&amp;nbsp; I spent the week in Chicago...mourning the loss of my cousin Benji.&amp;nbsp; Our days began early in the morning...the entire family and the wonderful volunteers from the community in Gurnee, IL, would gather in a home together.&amp;nbsp; We would spend the day trying to offer our support and work on preparations for the funeral.&amp;nbsp; The days were long, emotional, and grueling...sometimes one day felt like two.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this week has been a learning experience.&amp;nbsp; I knew my cousin had lots of friends...but I guess I never realized exactly how many lives he had touched, how many people he had helped, or how active he was in the church and in the community.&amp;nbsp; It really encouraged me to be a better friend, better sister, better daughter, better cousin...and over all just a better person.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji had lots of great attributes...some that I was very aware of and others that I didn't know.&amp;nbsp; In honor of him, I decided I would make the "Benji Pact"...it is my promise to him to make changes in my life and take on at least one of his good attributes in order for his memory and legacy to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got married, I talked to Benji every single night.&amp;nbsp; I was just one of the many people he worked into his schedule every day.&amp;nbsp; After we both got married, those phone calls weren't as frequent....especially over this past year.&amp;nbsp; He called me, but I didn't call him.&amp;nbsp; I was in my own funk...dealing with issues that I didn't want him to worry about...didn't want to share with him because things seemed to be going great in his life, and I didn't think he'd be able to relate.&amp;nbsp; In essence, I sort of shut him out...and&amp;nbsp;I realized it wasn't just him...it was a lot of people.&amp;nbsp; Now, I can't call him...and I will never be able to get that year of time back, and&amp;nbsp; I can't&amp;nbsp;explain to him why I didn't call.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Maybe if I had, he would have brought me out of my funk a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I would make a pact with him to take on his attribute of staying in touch with the ones he loved...his cousins, his aunts/uncles, his parents, his in laws, and friends.&amp;nbsp; He made time for all of us.&amp;nbsp; And I'm going to finally break free from my funk and do the same...because I don't want to be faced with regret like this again.&amp;nbsp; All we have is today...we never know what tomorrow might bring.&amp;nbsp; I need to show the people I care about that I care...or how will they ever know?&amp;nbsp; Another attribute that I decided to take on is his friendly nature.&amp;nbsp; Over the years, I realized that I am becoming more and more shy...I was once voted most friendliest in high school...and now I find myself saying that "I don't need to meet new people...I don't want to make new friends."&amp;nbsp; This will perhaps be the toughest challenge for me to overcome...but I am determined to do it...and I have made the promise to Benji...so there's no backing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji was all about his friends, his family, his church, and the community of Gurnee.&amp;nbsp; He touched so many lives and encouraged so many people...If I can bring joy or laughter or love to just a tenth of the people he has impacted, then I will have led a successful life.&amp;nbsp; The day after his funeral...all of his cousins on both sides of his family and his brother and sister in law gathered on the lawn to play a game of catch phrase.&amp;nbsp; We had spent the entire week indoors...in mourning, and we all were craving fresh air and light hearted fun.&amp;nbsp; As we sat there, laughing and carrying on...I could feel Benji smiling down on us.&amp;nbsp; It was exactly what he wanted...his family...together...enjoying each other.&amp;nbsp; Benji was known for bridging gaps...in his church, he bridged the gap between the older generation and the youth by becoming the church secretary and making much needed changes.&amp;nbsp; He tried so hard to bond with the cousins..and bridge the gaps between us, but he wasn't able to do that in life.&amp;nbsp; But, he did in death...that day, as we sat on the lawn...I knew that he was thinking that he accomplished what he had set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji, I promise to pick up where you left off...I promise to step out of my box, reach out to others despite what kind of funk I am...I promise to do my best to bring joy to people's lives...as you have brought to mine and so many others.&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/10581285-8851737914540361901?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8851737914540361901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8851737914540361901' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8851737914540361901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8851737914540361901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/benji-pact.html' title='&quot;The Benji Pact&quot;'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6120801677692500529</id><published>2011-06-12T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T10:02:21.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 20007, when my cousin Shijo died...Benji called and we talked till the wee hours of the morning, shared our grief and our thoughts about life and death. In 2009, when my favorite uncle in India died...Benji called and we talked till the wee hours of the morning, shared our grief and our thoughts about life and death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received the news that Benji died...and I feel lost because he is not here to talk to. I can't seem to get my heart or my brain to accept that he is gone. When I heard about his death, I instantly picked up the phone to call him...hoping beyond hope that it was all a misunderstanding and I'd hear his voice on the other end. I was crushed when that call went to voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no understanding as to why my 30 year old cousin collapsed to his death... Thinking about it sets my mind spinning. In those last moments did he know what was happening to him? Was he scared? My only consolation is that I know that he loved the Lord, he was happy in his life...with his wife, career, friends, and family. He was able to enjoy life and live it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS2gaK-aOk4/TfTTP7KzcCI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VonbVU2ylag/s1600/IMG_2983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS2gaK-aOk4/TfTTP7KzcCI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VonbVU2ylag/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aspCOL4HCQ/TfTTVlr25mI/AAAAAAAACvU/GnJDwOpHWco/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aspCOL4HCQ/TfTTVlr25mI/AAAAAAAACvU/GnJDwOpHWco/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZiTbH0EI8w/TfTTY9xF5EI/AAAAAAAACvY/v7rGQSr1yuo/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lZiTbH0EI8w/TfTTY9xF5EI/AAAAAAAACvY/v7rGQSr1yuo/s1600/IMG_3130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH3HS7-NjUM/TfTTZ8eJjNI/AAAAAAAACvc/H9HtgLA95-o/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rH3HS7-NjUM/TfTTZ8eJjNI/AAAAAAAACvc/H9HtgLA95-o/s1600/IMG_3131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiGWzFAOe74/TfTTkay6J1I/AAAAAAAACvg/OHYE1Y6kmiA/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiGWzFAOe74/TfTTkay6J1I/AAAAAAAACvg/OHYE1Y6kmiA/s1600/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ndg0Ri51rC0/TfTToqIWG8I/AAAAAAAACvk/gzknuaqtMb0/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ndg0Ri51rC0/TfTToqIWG8I/AAAAAAAACvk/gzknuaqtMb0/s1600/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3N_Og65dCQ/TfTUFr_tOxI/AAAAAAAACvo/12JREaIs2bY/s1600/271.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3N_Og65dCQ/TfTUFr_tOxI/AAAAAAAACvo/12JREaIs2bY/s320/271.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hKT1Tu7ts/TfTUrBz8DQI/AAAAAAAACvs/N-I9jT7j2eI/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_hKT1Tu7ts/TfTUrBz8DQI/AAAAAAAACvs/N-I9jT7j2eI/s320/067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But, I will miss the sound of his wheezing laughter (something we have in common), our silly talks, our serious talks, hearing him call me "SueChe"...things I took for granted. In a few hours, I will be on a plane to be with the family...to mourn the loss of the one person in the family who cared the most about the family. I could share countless stories about Benjamin...As I think about him...more and more memories surface...He was a bratty little brother, he was my self-proclaimed wedding planner, we had late night chats and i'd tell him scary stories and he was always too scared to hang up, we'd constantly argue about whether we looked alike or not (i thought we did and he thought we didnt) , we once tried to conduct an experiment on how many people we could get on a 3 way call (we only got 5 people on before that plan went bust), we spent many hours making up secret nicknames for our relatives, he made me laugh so hard I'd pee, and he'd annoy me like none other...but we'd always be friends in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenji Burian, you have no idea how much I'll miss you....how much I want you back.&lt;br /&gt;Blogosphere, please pray for his wife...who didn't even get to celebrate their 2nd anniversary....and his parents who lost their only child...for his many, many friends, and us, his family who are struggling with the reality of his loss.&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/10581285-6120801677692500529?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6120801677692500529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6120801677692500529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6120801677692500529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6120801677692500529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-20007-when-my-cousin-shijo-died_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS2gaK-aOk4/TfTTP7KzcCI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VonbVU2ylag/s72-c/IMG_2983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7014257752849529710</id><published>2011-06-08T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T20:03:39.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're crafting too much when....</title><content type='html'>So it's summer, and it's blazing hot. I find it impossible to find shorts in an appropriate length. I'm not about to wear booty shorts, and walking shorts are more like capris for this shorty. So, I wear boys basketball shorts. Yah, I know...it makes me look a little "butch-ish" but hey, they're comfy. Anyway, so today I came over to my mom's to walk with her at the park. Before our walk, my phone rang...it was my friend NC. I sat in a chair outside on the porch and chit-chatted with her. As she was filling me in on the latest...I just so happened to look down. We all know boys basketball shorts are kinda loose...everywhere...like the crotch area. (i can't believe i used the word "crotch" on my blog. I hate that word...just like I hate the word p-a-n-t-i-e-s). Anyway, I digress...I looked down...and attached to my baggy crotch was a piece of hot pink, glittery tulle!!!!!!!! I couldn't stop laughing. And I couldn't help but tell NC about my discovery. She said not to feel bad...if anyone saw me...who knew me...they'd just think "oh, Sue's working on another wedding!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7014257752849529710?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7014257752849529710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7014257752849529710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7014257752849529710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7014257752849529710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-know-youre-crafting-too-much-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re crafting too much when....'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1397871063436799383</id><published>2011-05-25T17:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:49:37.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, O</title><content type='html'>I don't think Oprah has a bigger fan than my sister. She sucked me into watching the show as well. The past three days of the show have been so emotional....and I gotta admit, I've shed a few tears along the way. This very last episode couldn't be any more perfect. I feel like I've spent an hour of the day with a really great friend who is taking the time to give me really good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny...earlier today, I was talking to BF about finding a job that I love. I've always worked jobs that left me wishing away Monday -Thursday. My blogs posts from 2005 were merely rants and raves about me hating my job. I don't think God wants us to live that way. Each day should be lived to the fullest...not wished away. It was as if Oprah was listening in on that conversation...because on her show today she talked about "purpose" She said that each one of us have a purpose and we have to go about the business of finding that purpose and pursuing it. She defined purpose as doing something...and knowing in that moment that that's what you're supposed to be doing...that that's what God created you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have definitely had moments like that in my life...like my book reading in NYC or when I got to speak at a symposium for writer's conference in OKC...probably the most memorable moments in my life...when a lifelong dream was achieved. Sometimes I wonder where that girl went? Life should be filled with many moments like that, but for some reason, I've just stopped actively pursuing my purpose in life. Today, Oprah made me realize that fulfilling my purpose doesn't mean that I have to have a job where I get to write/create things all day. ...as long as I still do those things after my 9-5...the problem is, I always had a way of letting the grind get to me...and stifle me from pursuing my purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say, I had my Aha moment. Thank you, Oprah...you will be greatly missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1397871063436799383?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1397871063436799383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1397871063436799383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1397871063436799383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1397871063436799383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-o.html' title='Goodbye, O'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7841648921849332785</id><published>2011-05-24T21:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T17:43:23.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tonight was a little scarey...The weatherman reported several tornadoes spinning through the state of Oklahoma. This happens every year...one year, I was out with friends, and suddenly it started storming and everyone at the restaurant said a tornado was on the way. I left and raced home because my mom was home alone. I was driving towards the house, and I could see the twister coming down the street...right towards me. I got home safely, and the twister went right past us and never touched us. Somehow we've always managed to escape the fury of mother nature. But, I wasn't so sure I'd be as blessed this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I couldn't stay home...I live on the second floor, so it's just not safe. I decided to take Mousse and head over to my mom's. I looked through the apartment and thought about whether I should take anything with me. I'm not going to lie...I was veryyyy worried about the decorations I had made for an upcoming bridal shower. But, I realized that it didn't matter if I left them at home or took them to my mom's...either way, it'd be destroyed....all the hours of cutting and gluing would be all for not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tucked the decorations safely in my storage closet...although I know it wouldn't be safe there...and looked around the rest of the house to see if there was anything else I wanted to keep safe. Of course there are dozens of pictures framed around the house, but I realized most of em' were on line and could be re-printed. So I packed my favorite jeans, my favorite "I love Canada" t-shirt, and a sweater...and left my apartment...after saying a simple prayer..."please Lord, I know these are just things, but please keep my home and my things safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, God kept us safe...and our homes safe. But, not everyone in the state was that fortunate. It is painful to see how homes have been stripped down to the foundation...and it's even more painful to know that those people have nowhere to sleep tonight...and tomorrow they literally have to start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for His amazing grace....so thankful for his protection and provision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7841648921849332785?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7841648921849332785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7841648921849332785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7841648921849332785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7841648921849332785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-tonight-was-little-scarey.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1218353823209282471</id><published>2011-05-18T09:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:02:40.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mousse and I have an afternoon ritual...we watch Dr. Phil...and we typically fall asleep halfway. So, I usually tape the show and watch it later. Last night, I was watching an extremely intense Thunder game. The were playing against the Dallas Mavericks, and all I could think about was their win...and me gloating to CCL...(who probably wouldn't care anyway seeing as how she didn't even know OKC had a NBA team). The intensity was killing me, so I decided to stop watching it...a part of me thought that perhaps I was bringing them bad luck by watching it. (yes, I have stupid thoughts like that) So, I decided to catch up on Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His show was about bullying...and it really struck a cord with me. I was bullied in school...puhhhlenty of times....for reasons known and unknown. I remember when I was in first grade. My gramps used to pick me up from school, and we'd walk home together. One afternoon, I was waiting for him outside, and this kid came up and started kicking the crap out of me. My gramps walked up just in time...to yell at him in Malayalam (our language) and pull me away from him while a teacher pulled him away from me. I never did understand his random act of violence. He was in my class, but we never spoke. I hardly ever spoke to anyone because I was really shy and quiet. To this day, I think about that kid and wonder why he did what he did...and wonder what ever became of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Jr. High and &amp;amp; high school in Oklahoma..."Cowboys vs. the Indian." Being the only brown girl in my predominately white class wasn't the best experience of my life. I not only represented India, but also the Middle East...because they were ignorant and didn't know better. I heard evrything from "camel jock" to "does your father operate the blueberry squishie machine" (in a thick faux-Indian accent). Oddly enough, the cowboys didn't bother me too much. I knew they were ignorant. But, what did bother me was this one boy...who was a grade younger than me. He picked the things I already hated about myself and made fun of me for it....like my uncontrollably frizzy hair... my far-from-fashionable clothes... and my oversized cheeks. He criticized me for wearing Dexters instead of Cole Haans...and made fun of the way I french rolled my jeans. I tried to stay off his radar most days, but we shared a few classes together, so it was difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he emotionally scarred me...but, I do think that he is the reason that I question my fashion sense to this day! Through the years, I've often fantasized about becoming a prolific, NY Times #1 best selling author and bringing him on Oprah to demand an apology. But, that was definitely a pipe dream! However, a few years ago...our paths did cross again....via Facebook. He had a fancy job in a big city, but was moving back to Oklahoma for grad school. He wanted to hang out some time. I was nervous to say the least. I arranged a night out with a group of our mutual high school friends. I made sure that every strand of my hair was stick straight...and made Matt double and triple check my head to make sure. I also made sure that my jeans were an appropriate length and my overall outfit was fashionable...I put blush on my cheeks hoping it would somehow give the illusion that they slimmed down a bit. Those childood insecurities came back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was friendly and kind...bought me a drink...and we started talking about the old days. It was interesting how his memories didn't include the daily tormenting of a certain little brown girl. I wasn't about to let him get off so easily. So, I reminded him. He looked ashamed. He admitted that he had thought about his behavior over the years...especially when watching the movie "Flatliners"...which always reminded me of him as well! And then, the unimaginable happened...he apologized. He admitted to being extremely insecure...and that caused him to be a bully. I was shocked....he never seemed insecure...over confident, yes...cocky, yes...but insecure?!? I gotta say, it felt good getting that apology...even though I had to wait 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taught me a few things....you never know what kind of pain and insecurities people are hiding inside of them....and also you should never measure your own self worth (or fashion sense) based on other people's opinions. Bullies are just insecure people...who use their words or physical strength to make other people feel as crappy as they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1218353823209282471?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1218353823209282471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1218353823209282471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1218353823209282471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1218353823209282471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/mousse-and-i-have-afternoon-ritual.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4663868511821428191</id><published>2011-05-15T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:45:52.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHkd2J6Fa0/TdHeTCmG2II/AAAAAAAACt4/NImjbRyIHO0/s1600/IMG_1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607507429748562050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHkd2J6Fa0/TdHeTCmG2II/AAAAAAAACt4/NImjbRyIHO0/s400/IMG_1929.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my papa in 1980. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't see it, but my t-shirt was made by my dad's best friend, and it said "Daddy's Girl" on the front. It was my favorite shirt for years...until I could no longer squeeze myself into it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although today marks 24 years since his death...I choose to remember his life and be grateful for having 12 years with an amazing father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4663868511821428191?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4663868511821428191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4663868511821428191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4663868511821428191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4663868511821428191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-and-my-papa-in-1980.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JHkd2J6Fa0/TdHeTCmG2II/AAAAAAAACt4/NImjbRyIHO0/s72-c/IMG_1929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4737302175327435254</id><published>2011-05-13T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:47:27.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzXbDfTC0Qs/TdC2MsrWzWI/AAAAAAAACtw/K8LwS31Th5s/s1600/60375_521486945194_137301319_30872608_96113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A special birthday shout out to my sweet friend Merly. I'm not quite sure what I would've done if Merly never came into my life. She's not only an amazing craft specialist and helper with I Do Events, but she's an amazing friend. One of my favorite things to do with my friends is to chit chat at the kitchen table...and Merly's always down for a good chat! Merly, Happy Birthday...and thank you for being YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607181865343962466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzXbDfTC0Qs/TdC2MsrWzWI/AAAAAAAACtw/K8LwS31Th5s/s320/60375_521486945194_137301319_30872608_96113_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-4737302175327435254?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4737302175327435254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4737302175327435254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4737302175327435254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4737302175327435254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/special-birthday-shout-out-to-my-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzXbDfTC0Qs/TdC2MsrWzWI/AAAAAAAACtw/K8LwS31Th5s/s72-c/60375_521486945194_137301319_30872608_96113_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7884644048301685504</id><published>2011-05-05T01:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:32:46.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never been one of those girls who used my feminine wiles to get what I wanted. Let me just be frank here, I've never even had the opportunity to use my feminine wiles. Hell, I didn't even know I had any. But, I've often marveled at girls who batted their eyelashes a certain way and thus manipulated situations to their advantage. I never thought that I had that in me. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working a wedding last Friday night. I was short on helpers...save my one trusty assistant. But, things were behind...and I needed ten more trusty assistants to make up on lost time. We were at the reception site and an old, bald, Egyptian man fancied us. Since we were sweaty and disheveled...I'm pretty certain he was just one of those types who see Indian girls and automatically think they're beautiful because they're Indian...so things like sweat, dishevelment, and steam coming out of my ears didn't dissuade him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was ever so eager to be at our beck and call. "Oh, I pick this up for you, mam." "Let me move this box for you, mam." I found it a little creeperish because wherever I turned...there he was...at my service. "I cook good biriyani, mam." I was short-staffed, short on time, and short tempered. So, I wasn't really in the mood to deal with this overly helpful, overly informative creeper. My assistant and I did our best to ignore him, make as little conversation as possible without being completely rude, and get the heck back to the church in time for pre-wedding tasks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding we raced back to the reception site to make sure everything was set up properly and ready for show time. By this time, we were parched. It was now 8 pm, and we had been working since noon. As soon as we entered the ballroom....there he was. It was as if he had been waiting for us to return since we left. But, this time, he had a cold glass of tea in his hands for us. I had never been more excited to see unsweetened tea in my life. I took it from him...appreciatively....and drank it as if I had been in the desert for the past 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it hit me!...like a ton of bricks! I could totally use my feminine Indian girl wiles to get what I wanted. And what I wanted...was more assistance! "Mo, can you carry this box out to the foyer?"..."Mo, can you please get the sound guy some water?" "Mo, can you please find a to go box for me so I can take a piece of cake home to my husband?" I know...it's horrible....but it was wonderful all at the same time! I've never had someone so eager to do everything I asked! Now, I'm not a complete wretch...I did say thank you and good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry...I very rarely run across people who think I'm gorgeous just because I'm Indian...so this feminine wiles thing won't get out of hand! And if given another opportunity to try it out again...I will only use it for good and not evil! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7884644048301685504?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7884644048301685504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7884644048301685504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7884644048301685504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7884644048301685504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-never-been-one-of-those-girls-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3660793667451767504</id><published>2011-04-23T23:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:15:09.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-aXloJCIGM/TbT4W8UJ4eI/AAAAAAAACtg/674LjYW4wKg/s1600/04182011-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373309759840738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-aXloJCIGM/TbT4W8UJ4eI/AAAAAAAACtg/674LjYW4wKg/s320/04182011-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've noticed something...I don't do things that I used to really enjoy doing. For instance, I used to make my own jewlery (earrings/bracelets/necklaces) and I stopped doing it because buying jewlery is cheaper. But I miss designing my own accessories...and beading was always a great stress relief! Anddd, I used to be a card sender...I loved sending people greeting cards because I knew how they'd brighten someone's day and break up the monotiny of bills, bills, bills....but I stopped sending them out because blog and facebook shout outs became so much easier. Anddd...I used to be obsessed with eyeshadow. I loved matching my dual-colored indian clothes with the corresponding eyeshadow. My sephora eyeshadow box was my most prized possession...but then I stopped wearing eyeshadow when I realized that my glasses covered it up anyways. Andddd...I used to love taking walks at the lake with Mousse. I really enjoyed the view while I walked...and people watching was always fun. And I stopped walking there because...well, I have no idea why I stopped. So, this week...I walked at the lake twice....and Iit made me realize that I've stopped doing lots of things that I used to love doing. So I'm going to make a conserted effort to bring some of that stuff back into my life....and enjoy myself a little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3660793667451767504?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3660793667451767504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3660793667451767504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3660793667451767504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3660793667451767504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/ive-noticed-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-aXloJCIGM/TbT4W8UJ4eI/AAAAAAAACtg/674LjYW4wKg/s72-c/04182011-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5538833139494017670</id><published>2011-04-18T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:29:20.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doggie sitting...again. This doggie was an easy one...she's just as luh-azy as Mousse!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0idzC9-JTD0/Tay7Dc94hWI/AAAAAAAACtY/yEVmgHGmB48/s1600/217202_10150214898815948_651925947_8300171_1180466_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597054104904435042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0idzC9-JTD0/Tay7Dc94hWI/AAAAAAAACtY/yEVmgHGmB48/s320/217202_10150214898815948_651925947_8300171_1180466_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-5538833139494017670?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5538833139494017670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5538833139494017670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5538833139494017670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5538833139494017670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/doggie-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0idzC9-JTD0/Tay7Dc94hWI/AAAAAAAACtY/yEVmgHGmB48/s72-c/217202_10150214898815948_651925947_8300171_1180466_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-315210552359342771</id><published>2011-04-13T12:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:21:34.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw the strangest thing on TV the other night. Two women were conversing in Spanish, but they were dressed in Indian attire...as in Sari, dot on the head, bangles, chunky earrings and the whole nine yards!! It was the strangest thing...and I couldn't stop watching. Next there were other shots that were clearly filmed in India, more people dressed in Indian clothes....but everyone was still speaking Spanish...save a few Hindi words like "chalo" and "thee k" (excuse the spellings...I'm sure they're wrong) So, I had to investigate this further....what was this strange show?? Apparently the Spanish Channel created a new television show called India...which airs in Brazil (and obviously the U.S. too!) The soap opera reflects Indian culture and the plot is about a Dalit boy who falls in love with an upper class girl. Brazilians LOVE the show and it's causing an uproar in the country! Brazillians are now apparently obsessed with Indian customs, culture, and fashion! I'm not sure how accurate the representation of India and its culture is....because I can only understand a few words here and there....but I do think it's highly interesting that Brazilians have made an Indian soap opera! Ha!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595123891743377458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM6mW061lQI/TaXfiQmqSDI/AAAAAAAACtQ/WlsHGNF-Jf4/s320/Telefutura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-315210552359342771?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/315210552359342771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=315210552359342771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/315210552359342771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/315210552359342771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-saw-strangest-thing-on-tv-other-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jM6mW061lQI/TaXfiQmqSDI/AAAAAAAACtQ/WlsHGNF-Jf4/s72-c/Telefutura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8917615134335169810</id><published>2011-04-12T11:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:55:19.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People say that pets begin to act/look like their owners. And, I'm definitely beginning to see that in Mousse. She's only five...which isn't too terribly old for a lab...just like I'm not too terribly old for a human....but we both just lack energy. If I lay on the couch watching TV, she's typically laying right beside me on the floor...and we both tend to dose off watching Dr. Phil. Of course, she has a passion for food as well...and although she shouldn't eat chocolate, she feens for it...just like I shouldn't eat sugar, but just can't seem to say no. Our friends, Shmerly (Shines &amp;amp; Merly) have two puppies... Freddy Murphy (Murphy &amp;amp; Freddy.) They love Mousse...and that's an understatement. But, she just can't be bothered with them. It reminds me of when I was 9, and my friend NC was 5, and I hated when she came over to our house and threatened to tell my mom if I didn't play with her. I just couldn't be bothered with such a bratty, immature child!! So, as you can see, we have lots in common...me and my Moussey. And then, yesterday something happened that made me realize this doggie was truly meant for me... apparently we are both scaredy cats. She has a big bark...and no bite. And, I try to act tough, but am definitely a weenie inside. So, yesterday a huge fly flew in through the back door. It was one of those massive horse shoe flies. Mousse is typically pretty great at catching flies and anihiliating them....but this one was unstoppable. I think she began to think it was some mutant fly...and if she couldn't get it...maybe it would get her! Whatever the case, it FREAKED her out...and she went and hid in my bathroom.....for hours!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594739979574479266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIPnYZ3gSuY/TaSCXoU2iaI/AAAAAAAACtI/LqiQrJCDI3M/s320/102_2545.JPG" /&gt; No dog snack or pepperoni could lure her away from her safety zone. It reminded me of when I wasn't feeling well one Sunday and decided to stay home from church. A bird had flown through the chimney and down into our fireplace...and decided to come in the house when it knew no one but me was home!! I have to admit, I hid in the bathroom too...until my mom came home. I love my Moussey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-8917615134335169810?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8917615134335169810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8917615134335169810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8917615134335169810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8917615134335169810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-say-that-pets-begin-to-actlook.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dIPnYZ3gSuY/TaSCXoU2iaI/AAAAAAAACtI/LqiQrJCDI3M/s72-c/102_2545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-994157564691788842</id><published>2011-04-11T10:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:55:29.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, obviously the challenge is OVER...and I failed miserably. Taking pictures AND blogging proved to be too much for me to do. I saw my good buddy, SnuK...at a baby shower this weekend. She told me to take my 30 day challenge and shove it up my ahhh...(she was a little volatile...and understandably so) The people who have read this blog since 2005 are disappointed with my inability to hold it together now. SnuK and I talked about why I don't blog...She's a great listener and very easy to talk to. And before long, I was able to psycho analyze what my problem is......Back in 2005, this blog was my diary. I wrote my daily rants and raves...and it was 100% ME...and what was REALLY going on in my "so called life." But, these days, my "so called life" isn't all that interesting...not much goes on a daily basis. And sometimes, things do go on, and I'm not so eager to share it with the world wide web. So, SnuK gave me some great advice...she said to share short stories...or write whatev...it doesn't have to be a diary of my life events. BRILLIANCE! So, I'm giving this another go...no blog challenges...no promises that I will write daily...but I will make a conserted effort to keep my blog alive. A big thanks to SnuK for asking about my blog, for listening to me ramble, and for caring enough about me to encourage me to keep my passion for writing alive. Anddddd...an even bigger congratulations to her....She received her Doctorate degree and is officially Dr. K!....So very proud of you!!! I love to see people succeed in fields that they are truly passionate about. She takes "history buff" to a another level!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-994157564691788842?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/994157564691788842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=994157564691788842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/994157564691788842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/994157564691788842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-obviously-challenge-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1155932601709320862</id><published>2011-03-31T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:22:45.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>So sue me (no pun intended) for taking a breather in the middle of my 30 day challenge. Three days in a row was quite difficult!! I blame the weather in Oklahoma City...since I have to blame something...It's been dreary and gray, and I'm definitely solar powered.  So, since the sun decided to make an appearance today, I decided to write a blog post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Matt and I were cruising around town in Black Beauty...also known as my 1998, Honda CRV.  My old, faithful car is full of dog fur and memories.  Lodged under the seat of my car, Matt found a black hair clip (which I would post a picture of, but blogger isn't giving me the option for some reason)...I haven't seen it since the 90's.  I used to wear it nearly every day as I twisted my hair in a french twist and clipped it with my favorite clippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day he found it under the seat, I haven't stopped wearing it.  Although the only person I see wearing this kind of clip now is Snookie.  (Sadly, I have more in common with her than just that...I love pickles and am a self-proclaimed "meatball" as well)  Anyway, I take it off to sleep, and the first thing I reach for now in the morning is my hair clip...(and I think my glasses are beginning to feel a little neglected). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to think about why I have this new attachment to something so trivial and ridiculous...and I realized that it is because it represents a good time in my life.  Over the past few weeks, I've talked with a few of the "girls" about the lack of friendship in our lives these days.  We rarely call each other and see each other even less. Life is now full of family responsibilities...and a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  Although this is one of the least busiest times in my life, I find myself making less of an effort to keep in touch with my friends...only because I know how busy they are.  Life is never dull, and I'm not bored or in a funk, but I do miss my friends.  I miss deep conversations and laughing hysterically about nothing in particular.  And, since I currently don't have that...I find myself reminiscing a lot...and holding on to the littlest things that remind me of good times with good friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1155932601709320862?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1155932601709320862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1155932601709320862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1155932601709320862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1155932601709320862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8922876057777666799</id><published>2011-03-22T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:04:34.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Man, it's going to be a long way to 30 days. I'm quickly running out of things to photograph and blog about and it's only day 3. But, a quitter I'm not...so I will keep blogging even if it bores you to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my kicks...my sneaks...quite possibly my favorite pair of shoes. I love them because they are easy...and versatile. But, I catch a lot of slack for wearing them. Mainly because of how I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0AcPGsF83c/TYlpx6bCcuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T6GPm8gaztg/s1600/03222011-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587113118946980578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0AcPGsF83c/TYlpx6bCcuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T6GPm8gaztg/s320/03222011-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wear them....I don't like wearing socks with them because they make my feet sweat.  And, I just slip them on instead of carefully placing my foot in them and then tying the laces.  Apparently, it bothers a few people that the tongues of my shoes are crammed into my shoe, and I don't do anything to fix the situation.  But, if I did...they wouldn't be easy...and I wouldn't love them.  Is there something so wrong in going out in public like this?  Are there really people out there that are paying attention to the tongues of my shoes??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I love/d my shoes up until last week.  It was Spring Break, and my 13 year old niece was visiting...she was sporting shoes juse like this but with the tongues in proper position.  It made me wonder....Should a 30 something be wearing shoes that a 13 year old's wearing? My 20 something cousins assured me that it was fine...that it showed I was modern and keeping up with fashion.  But, err...I'm not quite so sure.  I see 40 somethings dressing like their teenage kids all the time.  My pet peeve is when I see adult women wearing those knit/sweat pants with something stamped across their posterior.  The whole thing has made me reevaluate my wardrobe.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting older is not an easy thing to do.  I wonder sometimes if it's still okay to like the music I liked in my 20's...because I'm not ready to let Biggie Smalls go!!!  I think I will forever be "Hypnotized!" Sometimes I feel weird talking to my nephew and niece about music because I wonder if they think I'm some old lady who is trying to be hip.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize I'm not a spring chicken anymore....And I do try my best to dress my age, although I may not always succeed.  There are a few staple pieces in my wardrobe that I'm not ready to let go of...whether it's age appropriate or not....#1.  my sneaks and #2. my tights and #3. my black cardigan (which is just timeless in my opinion!) =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-8922876057777666799?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8922876057777666799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8922876057777666799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8922876057777666799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8922876057777666799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0AcPGsF83c/TYlpx6bCcuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/T6GPm8gaztg/s72-c/03222011-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6800196167686877586</id><published>2011-03-21T19:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:29:10.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my dear friend, Sunu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have spent many birthdays together...driving around trying to find ways to celebrate. Back then we thought celebrating our birthdays in OKC sucked. Now, I'm quite sure she's wishing that she could be celebrating here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunu, you may be far away...but you're definitely not forgotten. I hope you are having a fantastic day with your hubs and friends. Wishing you many blessings for the new year in your life! P.S. Come. Home.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586689732108843890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PjBPTMQgLfc/TYfotjire3I/AAAAAAAACsw/-2vOUg0U7kw/s320/000_0199.jpg" /&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/10581285-6800196167686877586?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6800196167686877586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6800196167686877586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6800196167686877586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6800196167686877586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PjBPTMQgLfc/TYfotjire3I/AAAAAAAACsw/-2vOUg0U7kw/s72-c/000_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-450968278240048727</id><published>2011-03-20T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:57:23.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>So, I got called out by my friend, Terrance about the 30 day blog challenge that never was. So, I had to stop making excuses about it and do it! One night as I tossed and turned, I thought that this challenge was a pretty great idea...a perfect way to keep me blogging. And the next morning, I thought..."what were you thinking?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...here's the premise. I remembered how I used to carry a camera with me...EVERYWHERE. Nowadays, I never have one on hand...and my camera phone bites, so I rely on the kindness of others for photos. So, I thought that perhaps I could tote my camera around daily again...and blog about my pics. And thus, my 30 day blog challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I've failed miserably!! But, Terry sort of made me realize that I left the blogosphere hanging, so I guess I will give it a try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's pic is of my niece, Marissa. She turned the big 1-3 today!! So a big...HAPPY BIRTHDAY to her.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586375000969893186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxriZ1CE4KE/TYbKdyru1UI/AAAAAAAACso/cgEL_LhsL9I/s320/mv.jpg" /&gt; Unfortunately, I'm painfully aware that my niece and nephews are no longer babies. I was lucky enough that they all lived close to me as babies...and I could give them their bottles, put them to sleep, and play with them. It's been fun to watch them grow up...but I also miss how cute and cuddly they were as babies! I remember how Marissa used to toddle around my house when she was a baby. She was the ultimate girly girl...I remember coming home from work one day and finding her in my room, in a laundry basket, with nail polish all over. She was passed out...I'm pretty sure it was from the fumes! And now, here she is...all grown up...a smart, resilient, beautiful teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the years are just going to fly by...and next she'll be in her twenties (SHREIK!) So, Sue Aunty is going to cherish every visit and every birthday party that I'm invited to =)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/10581285-450968278240048727?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/450968278240048727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=450968278240048727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/450968278240048727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/450968278240048727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxriZ1CE4KE/TYbKdyru1UI/AAAAAAAACso/cgEL_LhsL9I/s72-c/mv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8435551640672947065</id><published>2011-03-10T09:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:08:45.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The "I Do Events" blog had a facelift....check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...stay tuned. I'm doing a 30 day blog challenge starting tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-8435551640672947065?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8435551640672947065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8435551640672947065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8435551640672947065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8435551640672947065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-do-events-blog-had-facelift.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7585946388178808212</id><published>2011-02-15T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:04:19.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched a show last night on OWN. Lisa Ling was reporting on faith-based healings/healers. I was already in a very emotional mood and probably should have recorded the show and watched it another day. But I just had to watch it last night...One story in particular really tugged at my heart strings. A man had gotten in a car accident at age 18 and had a brain injury which affected his speech. As if that wasn't bad enough, years later he fell off his roof and is now paralyzed. He attended a healing conference and believed 100% that God would heal him on the last day of the conference in the last 10 minutes. He said that God spoke to him and told him this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's my lack of faith...but I knew he wouldn't leave the conference healed. But as they showed the last ten minutes of the conference (the time he was supposed to be healed), I found myself crying and praying..."Please God let him be healed." Well, he wasn't. Lisa Ling had become very attached to the man, and she too was crying watching him still sitting in his wheel chair. She went to him and checked on him to see if he was okay....and instead of being disappointed or angry...he lay his hand on Lisa Ling's and prayed for her. He also said that the life he's living now is just but a moment in time...but in heaven, he'll be healed and that will be an eternity. Now, that really made me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that a lot of people probably watched this show and thought that faith/healing/God is all just a bunch of hocus pocus. But, I thought that showing this man and his story really was a great example of what faith truly is. It was really encouraging! I could completely relate to his story...and I'm sure a lot of people can. I've prayed and believed a 100% for a miracle before. Unfortunately, that miracle never happened. It took me years to believe and have faith again. I avoided praying for important things because I didn't want to feel like I was being ignored or feel like God didn't care...or just be plain disappointed. But over the years, I've realized that faith is not just believing in the outcome you desire, but believing God is always in control....trusting in Him through the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy...I find myself struggling with it on a daily basis. When you're dreams are dashed...it's hard to immediately refocus your mind on God's goodness instead of the terrible pain you're feeling or the heartbreak you are going through. But, that is what God wants from us...an unwavering faith and understanding of how GREAT his love is....at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7585946388178808212?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7585946388178808212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7585946388178808212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7585946388178808212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7585946388178808212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-watched-show-last-night-on-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5542199747887040292</id><published>2011-02-14T10:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:01:59.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the other day my sister and I were talking about our favorite things to do during "me time." My sister is really routined...she shops on a specific day, cooks on specific days, and even eats specific things on specific days. I'm not so routined...although I wish I could be. So anyway, she loves tea, but refrains from drinking it every day because of the caffeine and sugar. Once a week, she drinks her tea, eats a biscotti, and watches the View. It's her favorite day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think about what my favorite day of the week was...The only thing I could come up with was Friday nights. Matt and I lay on the comfy red couch, and we watch Dateline together. But that's just it....we're together. It's not really me time it's we time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started thinking about ways I could treat myself once a week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going to B&amp;amp;N and reading for an hour or so...since reading more was one of my goals for the new year. But then I remembered that something about that store makes me really sleepy. And every time I go there to read, I fall asleep, and wake myself up with my snore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I thought about a few hours of just turning on the music and painting my toes and maintaining my brows. But those really aren't enjoyable tasks unless you're leaning back in a comfy chair and someone else is doing it for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about meeting up with a friend once a week for coffee and a great conversation, but I don't have enough friends for this to last more than 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I'm back to Friday nights on the comfy red couch watching Dateline...maybe I'll kick Matt off of it and make him sit in the chair. =)...Unless, of course...you have any ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-5542199747887040292?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5542199747887040292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5542199747887040292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5542199747887040292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5542199747887040292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-other-day-my-sister-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8672671673928657134</id><published>2011-02-14T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:50:07.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vappy Halentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>I think I've confessed before that I'm one of those people who on the outside....claim to hate Valentine's Day, but on the inside...love all the pink, hearts, flowers, candy, stuffed animals, sappy cards, and did I mention the pink??? But, here in the Thomas household we refuse to celebrate a holiday created by greeting card companies to sucker Americans into professing their love for one another by buying, buying, buying. Atleast, that's what Matt tells me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can't seem to let the day go by without celebrating it...just a little. So, although I'm married to a work-out fanatic and food nazi...I know that he has a weakness. And that weakness would be SWEETS. So, what does the sweetest wife on this side of the Mississippi (and yes, that would be me!!) do??? I've decided to make some chocolate covered strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd include the recipe below for those of you procrastinators who are lookin' for a last minute gift for your sweetheart....it's easy, it's quick, it's cheap...errrr, i mean "cost" "effective."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;5 oz chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1 pint fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;In a microwave-safe bowl, or in the top of a double boiler over simmering water, melt chocolate. Holding berries by the stem, dip in chocolate about three quarters of the way. Place stem side down on wax paper and refrigerate until hardened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra fanciness:&lt;br /&gt;Melt white chocolate and drizzle over chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's that easy folks!! HVD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-8672671673928657134?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8672671673928657134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8672671673928657134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8672671673928657134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8672671673928657134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/vappy-halentines-day.html' title='Vappy Halentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7938391514504331554</id><published>2011-02-13T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:29:40.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a tupperware thief.  I was preparing for the Sunday Scrubdown (cleaning the house), and as I was cleaning the kitchen, I opened the cupboard and stared at all the tupperware I have!  Do they just multiply in there while I sleep?  I never remembered having so much tupperware.  But, as I looked through it I realized that half of it is not mine.  Most of them belong to local mom's around OKC...Mary Varghese (my own mom)...Mary Paul (merly's mom)...Sandy Abraham (Sonia's mom).  (Thank you, ladies)  Although I'm sure you're not even aware of the fact that the tupperware you've been madly searching for all over your kitchen, is actually in mine.  I should be a good citizen and return them all, but they're all sorta of curry stained and have worked their way into my heart.  This could be why my mom own mom now sends stuff home with me in cool whip containers....cuz she knows her daughter has become a tupperware thief!  She knows better than giving me the good stuff anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7938391514504331554?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7938391514504331554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7938391514504331554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7938391514504331554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7938391514504331554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tupperware-thief.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2748201237484826889</id><published>2011-01-28T00:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T09:31:28.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567106666315420210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TUJWBGhwkjI/AAAAAAAACsc/qYaqY62AECg/s200/lis.jpg" /&gt;Happy Birthday to my CCL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd bring back a fun little somethin' from the past....CHARACTER PROFILES! And, of course...this is the birthday edition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Lisa, Kuriani (my sister's creation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Traits: quick wit, brutal honesty, a touch of sarcasm, queen of exaggeration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best known for: khaki pants, chocolate chip cookies, and that infamous punch in the gut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food Items: vegetables and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish for her: Lis, I hope this year brings us closer....like the distance between OKC and Eulyss, Bedford. ;) Have a wonderful day...and enjoy that masala dosa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2748201237484826889?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2748201237484826889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2748201237484826889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2748201237484826889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2748201237484826889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-to-my-ccl-i-thought-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TUJWBGhwkjI/AAAAAAAACsc/qYaqY62AECg/s72-c/lis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3177031191761908436</id><published>2011-01-27T20:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:31:50.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, let's talk reality TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;K &amp;amp; K take New York-  I'm not really sure what Kourtney sees in Scott Disick...but it's more than obvious the girl loves the guy.  She is so happy around him...despite the fact that nearly all her family hates him.  I love how layed back she is...never gets riled up like her sisters do.  She's just even tempered.  Usually you see Khloe and Kourtney and all their shenaningans...so it's interesting seeing Kim not being uptight and just hanging with her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh...the Bachelor!  So, can I punch Michelle?  She is so PSYCHO.  I seriously can't wait for the day Brad dumps her.  At first glance, I thought she was pretty and possibly the one for him.  Until she opened her mouth, that is.  Now I see her looking a lot like a chihauaha or some kind of rat terrier breed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;Teen Mom 2- I am so glad Leah and Corey both decided to grow up and and get back together.  It's terribly sad that they're so young and have to deal with the obstacles that they're going to have to face about their baby's health.  Now, I do agree that Janelle needs to be more mature and responsible and take care of her baby instead of "we B clubbin" but her mom is more than annoying.  She needs to back off and stop doing everything for the baby and making Janelle feel like she is incapable of doing simple tasks.   Something tells me that Adam is going to burn Chelsea again....I just dont' trust that kid.  Out of all these girls, I feel most sorry for Kailyn.  I feel like smacking her mother who has no responsibility whatsoever for her daughter.  It's horrible that she has to rely on her baby daddy's family for a roof over her head.  Baby daddy is a total jerk...and she has no choice but to grin and bear it and live by their rules.  I agree it's weird and inappropriate for her to date another guy and still live their....I just think it's so sad she has no other place to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday/Thursday- American Idol- I so love the addition of J-Lo and Steven Tyler.  The trio is just so funny!!!  I don't remember laughing this much in the past seasons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...Joisey Shore!-WTF?!?  Ok, I soooo didn't see this coming.  I was all prepared for Sammi to pack her bags and get the hellz out of their....GOOD RIDDENS!!!  Boy was I shocked when Ron forgave for poppin' him in his jaw for the terrible sin of talking to Jwow!!  And then, I was left feeling shocked again when Jwow made amends with Sammi at the club.  It was akward...because they hated each other so fiercely...but then it was kind of a relief too because that akward tension that's been building since last season is finally squashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my reality TV wrap up, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3177031191761908436?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3177031191761908436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3177031191761908436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3177031191761908436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3177031191761908436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-lets-talk-reality-tv-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-547729633734169627</id><published>2011-01-26T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:08:39.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried to take a picture of it, but it just went too fast.  I saw a commercial and I knew I had to try it...Sonic has a new Sonic blast.  It consists of red velvet cake batter ice cream and strawberry cheesecake bites.  I absolutely love red velvet, so I couldn't resist trying it despite the 30 degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was UH-mazing!  I usually get burned out after a few bites of ice cream or something really sweet...but nothing was burning me out on this.  It was delish...and I have to stop myself from going back to Sonic for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't tried it...do so...but try at your own risk!  It's addictive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-547729633734169627?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/547729633734169627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=547729633734169627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/547729633734169627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/547729633734169627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-tried-to-take-picture-of-it-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-144526394996396992</id><published>2011-01-23T18:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:11:44.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And.....I'm back. I had laryngitis for three weeks, blogosphere! I guess when I was forced to stop talking...I stopped writing too. But, Friday my voice came back, and I thought it was time to blog again. A life of silence is a lonely life...I relied on texting and emailing quite a bit. My fingertips are glad my voice is back so they can get a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few funny things happened during my three weeks of silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I went to my mom's house. My aunt (a nurse) called my mom and asked her how I was recovering from the flu.&lt;br /&gt;'Mom: She's feeling better, but now she has meninigitis.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: What?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Noooo! Laryngitis!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (who can't understand my hoarse voice) Yah, she has meningitis.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: What?!?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Laryngitis!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Meningitis!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: What's wrong with her???&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Sue, here talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't talk!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: She can't talk. She has no voice.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt: Ohhhhh. Laryngitis. *** Sigh of relief***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that was a funny conversation...but even funnier was when my cousin SueTee called. To preface this story...I must tell you that I don't have a very emotional family. The most love I get from them are side hugs. Never do they utter those three sweet little words...and I do mean never....especially after that one time one cousin said "i love you" to another cousin on her wedding day and she punched him in the gut for showing too much emotion! So back to my story....&lt;br /&gt;SueTee called. Matt picked up the phone. He told her I was still out of commission but if she wanted to say something to me she could....and then he proceeded to hand me my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hmm (Hi)&lt;br /&gt;SueTee: Still no voice??&lt;br /&gt;me: Mmmhmmm&lt;br /&gt;SueTee: Well, ok I just wanted to know if you got your voice back yet. I'll let you go...&lt;br /&gt;me: hmmhmmm (okay)&lt;br /&gt;SueTee: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;me: Hmmm???? (What the hell did you just say?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;SueTee: laughing hysterically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I hung up, I thought to myself....she only told me she loved me because I was struck mute and couldn't share the story with the rest of the cousins and reveal her moment of emotional weakness!!! Thus, I'm sharing the story with the blogosphere!....I'm sure I'll get a punch in the gut for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-144526394996396992?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/144526394996396992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=144526394996396992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/144526394996396992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/144526394996396992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7383482787164922231</id><published>2011-01-10T06:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T06:40:32.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been out of commission, blogosphere.  I was bitten by the flu bug last week.  I've had the flu before...it's always nasty.  But this time it was particularly nasty....even my scalp was in pain!  I'm feeling much better, but I lost my voice and it's not back yet.  I've tried everything...drinking hot things...resting my vocal cords...garling salt water...but nothing has worked.  Going to work without a voice is not a possibility...so, I need it to come back quickly!!!  If you have any tips for me on how to get it back...please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7383482787164922231?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7383482787164922231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7383482787164922231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7383482787164922231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7383482787164922231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/been-out-of-commission-blogosphere.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1555236709271242018</id><published>2011-01-03T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:09:19.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not one to jump on the wagon of the latest fashion trends...but there's one that I just can't escape this winter!! Boots over jeans! Every time I go out, I see the entire town in them...no joke...atleast 98% of the female population! I tried to explain this to my sister before she came out to OKC for a visit, but she didn't get it until she got here. And then the next thing I knew, she was even wearing her damn boots over her jeans!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing all these boot wearing folks made me want a pair too. Of course, I had some major obstacles to deal with. A. my almighty calves. B. my jeans are all baggy and excessively long, which makes it pretty challenging to fit in a boot with the almighty calves! So, I set out on my search...which took approximately 24 days. I searched high and searched low for the perfect boot. I can't get the almighty calves into a pair with a zipper, they just don't zip all the way. I don't like any with metal buckles cuz they look a little too rockerish for me. Uggs are cute on others but the whole round toe thing doesn't float my boat. And pointy toes don't either. Boots that are too long look a little hookerish. Boots with furry stuff on them just aren't me. And boots with heels are a hazard to my health because I know I'd be flat on my face in approximately 2.5 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found the perfect pair in the most unexpected place at the most unexpected time. I was getting a few final Christmas goodies at Walmart on Christmas Eve morning...and lo and behold I found the perfect faux-suede, flat heeled, boots. They had a tinge of elastic at the top which made me smile because I knew it was exactly the little stretch I needed to get over my calves. I scooped them up. I was so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came home. They are nothing but a pain in the posterior! It's an act of God getting them on. Unfortunately, my leg and the 10 yards of extra denim in my jeans makes it virtually impossible! I took the boots with me to my mom's on Christmas and asked my sister and cousins for advice. Cousin Les suggested jeggings. At first I scoffed...skin tight legging/jeans aren't exactly the best look on me. But then my sister and I went shopping the next day...our goal was to find ankle boots to solve the calf/jean leg problem...but no dice. So next, we looked for jeggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta say...they're uh-mazing! I mean, they're almost as great as the elastic pants I wore when I was 8...And the best thing about them is they're not baggy so I can wear them with my boots. So, I've resigned to the fact that I bought shoes that only go with one pair of pants in my closet. I'm not happy about it...but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do for fashion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1555236709271242018?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1555236709271242018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1555236709271242018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1555236709271242018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1555236709271242018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-one-to-jump-on-wagon-of-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1354977674742572931</id><published>2011-01-02T11:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:40:57.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had my eye on an ebelskiver pan since early November, and when &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/ebelskiver-filled-pancake-pan/?pkey=e%7Cebelskiver%2Bpan%7C1%7Cbest%7C0%7C1%7C24%7C%7C1&amp;amp;cm_src=PRODUCTSEARCHNoFacet-_-NoFacet-_-NoMerchRules-_-"&gt;Williams-Sonoma &lt;/a&gt;had them on sale for just $19.99, I jumped at the chance to buy one. I knew it would be a perfect treat for Christmas breakfast. Most the time I say "ebelskiver"...no one has a clue of what I'm talking about, so I thought I'd post a picture to explain...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557644348048797922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TSC4FsFn8OI/AAAAAAAACsE/TUBQfYt58A4/s400/Ebelskiver_Pan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are perfect little golden, crispy pancake balls stuffed with your favorite filling and sprinkled with powdered sugar. So far I've made them with nutella (house favorite), caramel, and raspberry perserves. Williams-Sonoma has the recipe for the batter from scratch but to save time, I use regular ol' Aunt Jemima or Hungry Jack, and they're just as delightful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, if you're looking for something new to add to your brunch menu....try an ebelskiver! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1354977674742572931?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354977674742572931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1354977674742572931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1354977674742572931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1354977674742572931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/ive-had-my-eye-on-ebelskiver-pan-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TSC4FsFn8OI/AAAAAAAACsE/TUBQfYt58A4/s72-c/Ebelskiver_Pan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-403604949586455061</id><published>2011-01-01T20:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:43:29.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had work at 7 am, which is not really how I wanted to spend the first morning of the year. But it was a slow and painless work day, so I can't complain. After church, we had a most delicious New Year's meal at the maternal unit's and then headed off to church to meet a friend for New Year's service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the first sermon of the year...it's always full of hope and leaves me feeling like I have a sense of  spiritual direction for the next 365 days to come. This particular sermon was about "First"...seeking God first, in particular, and how everything will be added to you. Not just seeking Him at the beginning of the year...but at the beginning of every day in prayer and scripture reading...at the beginning of every week with corporate worship...and the beginning of every month with tithes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a particularly a spiritually charged night for me because the friend we met at church tonight was not Christian. She's Hindu...and she's seeking the true God in her life. I feel like I've been on this journey with her since early summer and it's been really interesting to see how God is working in her life...to see the way He speaks to her...how He's revealing Himself to her. At times, I've been jealous, in a way. I see these little spiritual revelations happening in her life, and I've thought...Hey, I want that! But then I realize that it's the way in which she's pursuing Him...the passionate way she's seeking Him. And I realized that I need to seek the truth in the same manor...instead of taking for granted I was raised knowing the truth. I need to do more than just know it...I need to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in short, my verse for the year is ...."Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, Then all these things shall be added unto you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your verse for the year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-403604949586455061?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/403604949586455061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=403604949586455061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/403604949586455061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/403604949586455061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-had-work-at-7-am-which-not-really-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3190815969192728291</id><published>2010-12-31T20:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:45:16.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the last night of 2010!!! How are you spending the night?? I made a special dinner...lasagna and blackberry cobbler...the hubs and I are ringing in the New Year watching the ball drop in NYC as we lay on our comfy red couch! I know, I sound like an old fogie...but, it's so cold out tonight and we have work at 7 am tomorrow morning! So, we thought this was the perfect way to spend the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I asked a few people how they felt about 2010. The last day of the year always brings out the reflective side of me. It was encouraging to hear that most people felt that 2010 was a good year for them. By God's grace it was a good year for me too. I think I truly learned to trust and rely on God this year. That's a lot coming from someone who has spent a lifetime struggling with "faith." This was definitely a growing year...and I realized that I can't control many aspects of my life, but there is someone who is always in control. Although, there's been so many times that I've asked God, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!" I learned that His ways are definitely not my ways...but it's always the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter 2011 with lots of hope...It's nice to have a fresh start, new goals and aspirations, and 365 days of possibilities. I don't have any resolutions this year...because I find that when I resolute to do things, it often leads to failure. But, there are lots of things I would like to accomplish. I hope 2011 brings all of you lots of joy, and that God will bless you and surround you with His love! Happy New Year, Blogosphere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3190815969192728291?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3190815969192728291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3190815969192728291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3190815969192728291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3190815969192728291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-last-night-of-2010-how-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6020016969140473587</id><published>2010-12-25T13:08:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:14:43.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas was great this year! My sister and fam were in Okc...and it's been years since we've been together for the holidays. My brother-in-law came in on a later flight and was supposed to fly in on Christmas Eve, but due to some technical difficulties with the airplane, had to take a later flight and came home Christmas morning just in time for breakfast! It was definitely a Christmas miracle....because we were all PRAYING he'd make it in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556932554368409570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4wt1_u3-I/AAAAAAAACr0/kO1Kq3biQh8/s320/DSC05832%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom, sister, aunt and cuzzies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556932349183279634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4wh5nyQhI/AAAAAAAACrs/vu_IGjc2yls/s320/DSC05833%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556932702428406434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4w2dj_IqI/AAAAAAAACr8/AvYPXBN-9a8/s320/DSC05837%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;a sibling pic...I usually insist on being in the middle, but this time I thought we should be in birth order...and I thought I'd let my sister have the honors of sitting with my brother. =) I think the last time we took a sibling picture was back in 1979...we were all a lot cuter back then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought we'd do things a little different this year and play Dirty Santa instead of Secret Santa. I thought the family could use a little fun-filled game. The whole concept was a little foreign to them and it didn't go over very well...at. all. Next time, we'll stick to the same ol' tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&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_5556926919708814770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4rl3QMrbI/AAAAAAAACrc/39iTzMSPy28/s320/DSC05835%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This year I really didn't reflect on presents...I mean, I love giving presents...so I did pick things out carefully and enjoyed doing so. But, I didn't think about what I was getting or care about what I was getting. I tried to mentally put Christ back into Christmas and think about His gift as the ultimate gift! Although I enforced the "don't care" attitude...I got awesome gifts!! My sister got me an electronic book reader, which totally blew my gasket! I didn't see that one coming at all!! My brother got me a digital frame (courtesy my wonderful niece Marissa who picked it out for me), which I've been wanting forever! And then....let me tell you what my BF did for me!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago, I had her look at the Vera Bradley website. For those of you who don't know what that is...It's a brand of quilted bags, purses, totes, wallets, etc. I absolutely love quilts... (can't help it...it's the country girl in me!) and fell in love with these quilted bags when I saw them. Of course the pattern I loved the most was out of stock and so I thought I'd seek Sonia's opinion on the second best. I wasn't in love with the second best...but still asked Matt if I could get one for myself. He thought I was absolutely nuts... he thought they were way too country...and he just bought me a really nice bag for our anniversary...not to mention, he thought someone in India could make it for 2 bucks. So I put aside my dream of having a Vera Bradley....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I picked my sister up from the airport, she opened her suitcase to get her coat out. And I saw this familiar pattern. My eyes bulged out of my head! "You got a Vera Bradley bag?!?" I exclaimed! She told me to calm down because it was mine... and that my BF &amp;amp; Sheryl got it for me and sent it with her from Florida! I was ecstatic and haven't put it down since I've gotten it. It's a little big to carry as a purse but I don't care. I've gotten lots of complements on it too...sure the women who complement me are in their 60's...one actually told me to keep my eye on it cuz she wanted to steal it!!!  Sometimes I wonder if the fact that 60 year olds want my bag should tell me a lil' somethin' about my sense of style...but I don't care! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556931854935227442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4wFIZ3fDI/AAAAAAAACrk/mtNgu5Bm94w/s320/10443069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6020016969140473587?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6020016969140473587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6020016969140473587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6020016969140473587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6020016969140473587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-was-great-this-year-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TR4wt1_u3-I/AAAAAAAACr0/kO1Kq3biQh8/s72-c/DSC05832%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6214278453723809523</id><published>2010-12-15T21:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T13:02:45.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What has Christmas turned into in this country?? I went to the mall thinking it's still early...there shouldn't be a crazed Christmas rush yet...I mean there's still 10 days until Christmas. Boy, was I wrong. Watching people shop during this season is extremely disheartening. It's supposed to be this joyous season of good will towards men. But, people are walking around looking all pissed off and grumpy about either spending too much money or not knowing what to buy or waiting in lines or being man-handled as they shove their way through crowds or driving aimlessly looking for parking spots that are somewhat near the stores. There's just nothing joyous about it. It's like we've completely lost our focus...people are more concerned about the perfect tree, the perfect presents, perfect gift wrapping, perfect Christmas meals, perfectly golden Christmas cookies...and we've completely lost sight of the real reason for the season.  Jesus.  I sometimes wonder how He feels about it when He gazes down upon us lovingly from heaven....His children who He died for thinking more about the greatness of Santa Clause (who doesn't exist) than Him.  This Christmas...I challenge you...my faithful readers...to put Christ back in Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6214278453723809523?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6214278453723809523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6214278453723809523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6214278453723809523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6214278453723809523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-has-christmas-turned-into-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4444434199065841266</id><published>2010-11-29T22:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:05:51.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have very few "favorite" people in the world...but this is girl is definitely one of them.  Suetee, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TRv0_W9leaI/AAAAAAAACrU/eIH8QcoTlOY/s1600/sue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556303934624463266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TRv0_W9leaI/AAAAAAAACrU/eIH8QcoTlOY/s320/sue.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my most favorite double cousin.  My cousins and I don't get to see each other very much...once a year if we're lucky or at family weddings...which seem to be few and far between lately.  But, it doesn't really matter because we talk on the phone incessantly (thus my unlimited minutes on my cell phone).,,,and we just have this special bond.  I know if either of them are reading this they're probably gagging or rolling their eyes...or just feeling plum embarrassed because I'm "over emotional"...which is the kinder/more politically correct word than what they would use.  But it's true...we do have a special bond.  I sometimes wondered if we'd be friends if we weren't cousins...and the answer is... I highly doubt it.  We are polar opposites in every sense of the word, but our family bond makes us accept each others quirky ways, stay close, and love each other (there!  I said the L word too!) beyond measure.  Happy birthday to my cousin, my friend...and one of my most favorite people in the whole wide world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4444434199065841266?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4444434199065841266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4444434199065841266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4444434199065841266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4444434199065841266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-very-few-favorite-people-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TRv0_W9leaI/AAAAAAAACrU/eIH8QcoTlOY/s72-c/sue.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5667807977791517666</id><published>2010-11-26T22:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:47:00.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545197871507269890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TPSAFZxxaQI/AAAAAAAACrI/fzIe172WInw/s320/000_0148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for SECRET keeper...because she's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for OBSERVANT ... she notices everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for NICEST person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for IMPECCABLE taste in purses and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for ABSOLUTELY AWESOME...that's what kind of friend she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing you the happiest of birthdays, BF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-5667807977791517666?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5667807977791517666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5667807977791517666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5667807977791517666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5667807977791517666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-is-for-secret-keeper.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TPSAFZxxaQI/AAAAAAAACrI/fzIe172WInw/s72-c/000_0148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6249341429624156355</id><published>2010-11-25T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:46:17.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why I Love Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Short Essay by Suevee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are many reasons why I love Thanksgiving. I love that it falls on a Thursday, which assures the majority of folks a day off. I love it because I love turkey...white meat to be exact....the drier the better. Who am I kidding? I love stuffing and grean bean casserole and honey butter too. I love Thanksgiving because it's the one day of the year that you can stuff yourself shamelessly because it's expected of you. I love it because it's a lazy day...and it's okay to take a nap right after eating because turkeys have tryptophan and tryptophan makes you sleepy. I love Thanksgiving because it's the one day that forces you to dig deep or not so deep...and think about the positive aspects in your life and be grateful. In short, I LOVE Thanksgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6249341429624156355?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6249341429624156355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6249341429624156355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6249341429624156355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6249341429624156355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-love-thanksgiving-short-essay-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7232046934122870461</id><published>2010-11-11T20:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:05:16.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The news that made my day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNysM9AUShI/AAAAAAAACq4/YXMTNJthRl4/s1600/Mad_bluedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538490980293167634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNysM9AUShI/AAAAAAAACq4/YXMTNJthRl4/s320/Mad_bluedress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.maddicakes.com/"&gt;Maddicakes&lt;/a&gt; was here a few weeks ago, Sonia tried to teach her how to say my name. Instead of calling me "Sue Aunty"...Sonia has decided to teach her that my name is "Sueny." This is a name my niece, Priya used to call me when she was a baby and couldn't pronounce my name. I thought it was so cute...and I guess Sonia did too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maddi couldn't seem to learn to say "Sueny" when she was here. So when she saw me, she'd point at me and smile...which let me know that she knew who I was and was glad to see me. That made me happy enough. She calls her other aunts "Aunty"...but she didn't call me that either. So, I guess she knew that my name was something else, but couldn't remember what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today she was looking at pictures on her own, and her daddy heard her say "Sueny!"...He went to look at whose picture she was looking at because he had no idea who she was talking about. And when he looked...it was MEEEE! She finally learned my name! All on her own! What a little genius! Sonia made sure to call me and let me know the good news....I told her it made my day! Heck....it made my entire week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7232046934122870461?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7232046934122870461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7232046934122870461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7232046934122870461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7232046934122870461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/news-that-made-my-day.html' title='The news that made my day...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNysM9AUShI/AAAAAAAACq4/YXMTNJthRl4/s72-c/Mad_bluedress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1908524450197642364</id><published>2010-11-02T21:22:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:34:03.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five years ago, I made the best investment that I've ever made in my life. My dear friend, the Illustrious Finuji told me that her co-worker had some labrador puppies for sale. I had always had my heart set on having a lab, an SUV, and 4 kids...in no particular order. So, I told Fin that I wanted to see the pups. I always wanted a blonde lab...and had pre-picked the name "Brooklyn." (This was obviously in my I LOVE NY phase). (Some might argue that I'm still in that phase)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little puppies were all snuggled together in a huge wooden crate. Among the black and blonde pups...I saw a little chocolate one with a white patch of fur on its' chest that looked like a touch of whip cream. It was pretty much love at first sight. She reminded me of the chocolate mousse with whip cream on top that I had at Serendipity Cafe in NYC just a few weeks before. I instantly named her Mousse...and waited patiently for a few weeks for her to be weaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535444611394457538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNHZi8gET8I/AAAAAAAACqw/nMc2iOjZt1g/s400/IMG_0991.jpg" /&gt; The day I brought her home...she was so sweet and quiet. Then, there was day 2. She definitely had an ornery streak. She made it very evident that she was my new #1 priority...and in case I forgot that fact, she'd make sure to have newspapers shred all over my apartment to remind me....Or, even better she'd gnaw the heels off of my leather shoes. There was a time or two that I wondered if I could possibly get my money back!! But, I didn't give on her...and she didn't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535153261829504082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNDQkKyxPFI/AAAAAAAACqg/X8YhrKAQ7pI/s400/IMG_3460.jpg" /&gt; She had really bad habits....like jumping all over people as soon as they walked through the door, sleeping on the bed, sleeping on the couch, and demanding attention. Actually now that I think about it...she still has lots of these bad habits...but they're not as annoying anymore. I had bad habits too though...I neglected to walk her and didn't realize how important it was for her to release some of her ENERGY. She spent a lot of time in lock up...while I researched how to train a dog online and in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535152271632017826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNDPqiBSqaI/AAAAAAAACqY/UNaqI4Jlidk/s400/IMG_3256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be honest...it wasn't until Matt joined our little family that Mousse was officially trained. He practiced "spare the rod...spoil the child." It didn't take Mousse long to understand that bad behavior was no longer appreciated or tolerated. And now, there's no doubt that she's our #1 priority. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535151564502084018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNDPBXwYKbI/AAAAAAAACqQ/FqXJk-SyEww/s400/DSC02061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't really realize how much you can love a pet. It almost seems so silly. But they have character and rely on you completely, so it's really easy to fall in love with them. Mousse is way more than just my pet....she's the apple of my eye, my pwecious pwincess, and my BFFL. Happy 5th Birthday to my Moussey...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535150954351500082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNDOd2xJGzI/AAAAAAAACqI/N_9coVHdDl8/s400/100_1067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1908524450197642364?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1908524450197642364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1908524450197642364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1908524450197642364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1908524450197642364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-years-ago-i-made-best-investment.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TNHZi8gET8I/AAAAAAAACqw/nMc2iOjZt1g/s72-c/IMG_0991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4858403569467926619</id><published>2010-11-01T20:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:28:24.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TM9lvf49dHI/AAAAAAAACoo/x1V563GGb6c/s1600/10292010-003.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534754333750293618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TM9lvf49dHI/AAAAAAAACoo/x1V563GGb6c/s200/10292010-003.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, isn't that a scary sight?? Matt and I toured our local Halloween superstore...and I forced him to try on a few masks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534753540786110306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TM9lBV3kP2I/AAAAAAAACoY/acLZoE-41pE/s200/10292010-002.jpeg" /&gt; This one was my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Halloween was pretty uneventful....we didn't have any trick or treaters...not a one!  Cousin Les came over and we watched "Get Him to the Greek"...which is a comedy...not a horror movie.  But, all the raunchiness horrified me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did record the movie "The Strangers," but I convinced Matt that we should watch it during the day and not at night so I wouldn't be so scared.  But, I tried it to watch it today in broad daylight...and I was still too scared. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, November is upon us....I'm looking for new and delicous Thanksgiving recipes, so if you have one...please do send it my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&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/10581285-4858403569467926619?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4858403569467926619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4858403569467926619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4858403569467926619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4858403569467926619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-isnt-that-scary-sight-matt-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TM9lvf49dHI/AAAAAAAACoo/x1V563GGb6c/s72-c/10292010-003.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2110772840497778655</id><published>2010-10-29T13:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T13:42:42.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, myself am getting tired of looking at Sheryl's mug...and decided to do something about it. I can't believe there are only 3 days of October left. Where did this year fly off to?? I have to admit that October is probably one of my most favorite months of the year....Partly because it's the birth month of some extremely cool people ;)...but mainly because fall weather finally kicks in Oklahoma. I love me some cool mornings and some frigid nights! And even though Halloween is supposed to be all wicked and sinister...I love it too...costumes and candy...what's not to love??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I haven't written in a long while, I thought I'd catch the blogosphere up to speed with all the happenings of the month....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On October 5th, Baby Tyson "chicken chunk" Chacko Ingle arrived! He is Tessa's baby bro and the latest addition for NC &amp;amp; Andy. He was supposed to arrive on the 6th, which would have helped his mom remember my birthday...but he betrayed me and came a day early. That's okay...I love him anyway. Who wouldn't? Look at those cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533534056282959810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TMsP6AFFr8I/AAAAAAAACn4/RwoL7Eg9RJQ/s320/67456_875050594527_9637718_46101172_3557736_n.jpg" /&gt;The 6th was my birthday. It was a great one...my phone rang off the hook and facebook blew up with messages and comments and it made me feel oh-so special! BF and Maddicakes also flew in that day...and I got to spend the week with them which was like icing on the cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BF and Madison were in town for the engagment of this very cute couple...Wins &amp;amp; Soni. They will be tying the knot in July 2011 and have asked yours truly to be their wedding planner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533536684981836066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TMsSTAvvWSI/AAAAAAAACoA/56P842bJkqc/s320/62530_521915845674_137301051_30881737_5622066_n.jpg" /&gt;I have been keeping myself busy this month with weddings and parties...I'm working on a birthday party for a very special person...my niece, Sophia. It's Dr. Seuss theme and it's been a blast to work on...although my apartment looks like Hobby Lobby exploded in it. I'll give you a sneak peak of the decor...It's a little fuzzy, but stay tuned to my other &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for more pictures soon to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533538656116332834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TMsUFvy02SI/AAAAAAAACoI/awwqhjWtXSY/s320/10292010-001.jpeg" /&gt;PS...this picture was brought to you by my new cell phone!  It was a steal of a deal at just $30!!  I haven't had a camera phone in quite a while, so I'm going a little camera crazy these days.  But the best part about it is the Qwerty keyboard, which makes text messaging brides so much easier!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that was my month in a nutshell...ohhhh, almost forgot the most exciting thing about this month!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;October 28th, McDonalds brought back the McRib sandwich!!  Boy does that sandwich conjure up some memories of  my childhood....Matt and I went out and got ourselves McRibs for lunch today.  They were just as delicious as I had remembered!  So if you haven't had one yet....go out and get one!...and Monopolys back...you might win some free fries...I did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2110772840497778655?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2110772840497778655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2110772840497778655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2110772840497778655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2110772840497778655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-myself-am-getting-tired-of-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TMsP6AFFr8I/AAAAAAAACn4/RwoL7Eg9RJQ/s72-c/67456_875050594527_9637718_46101172_3557736_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4485484891432606142</id><published>2010-08-26T01:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:29:10.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HBD, Sheryl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Sherika Jenkins James Jacob...on this, her 30th birthday!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THYHM4DGG4I/AAAAAAAACno/9WCHoFHn7w0/s1600/sheryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509599111919573890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THYHM4DGG4I/AAAAAAAACno/9WCHoFHn7w0/s400/sheryl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's dawned on me a few times over the years that I'm getting old.  But, knowing that Sheryl turns 30 today makes me feel really old.  It seems like just yesterday that we were cutting her cake for her 16th birthday...my how time flies!  I feel like I've watched her do a lot of her growing up and seen her through many of her stages...and it's been a pleasure watching her journey and seeing how God has molded her into the person she is today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though life has changed immensley since this picture was taken...I think it perfectly depicts who she is to me.  She is the one who always brings the fun into my life with her misadventures that she drags me into...and makes me smile and laugh even when I don't feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4485484891432606142?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4485484891432606142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4485484891432606142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4485484891432606142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4485484891432606142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/hbd-sheryl.html' title='HBD, Sheryl!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THYHM4DGG4I/AAAAAAAACno/9WCHoFHn7w0/s72-c/sheryl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-620357068037543282</id><published>2010-08-24T11:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:08:34.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spent the weeked in Houston this weekend...I had a good time visiting CCL and Suetee and spending time with their kiddos.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THPtWl7aCXI/AAAAAAAACng/nS91yOoFhhU/s1600/DSCN0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509007741598435698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THPtWl7aCXI/AAAAAAAACng/nS91yOoFhhU/s320/DSCN0681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's back to reality...I'm on a time crunch.  I have to find a church and reception hall this week for a wedding I'm working on.  That means I have 3 more days, folks!  I've been on the phone all morning!  P.S....the lunch with the total stranger went fabulously.  She was an event planner at a fancy schmancy hotel downtown.  We had a great time...never a lull in the conversation!  Maybe I'm getting better at this!&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/10581285-620357068037543282?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/620357068037543282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=620357068037543282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/620357068037543282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/620357068037543282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/spent-weeked-in-houston-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/THPtWl7aCXI/AAAAAAAACng/nS91yOoFhhU/s72-c/DSCN0681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2885689324123504157</id><published>2010-08-16T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:48:31.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm...</title><content type='html'>So, my friends went on vacation this past weekend, and I was left to watch over their puppy and their home. They live approximately 65 seconds away from me, so I didn't think it was necessary to actually stay in there home the entire time. I went by and checked on the house Saturday. And although I told my friend I'd be staying there that night, I was bit by the lazy bug and decided that the 65 second drive was just way too long...and snoozed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning at 7 am, my phone started to ring. It was my friend calling from vacation. Considering it was 5 am there, I knew it couldn't be good. When I picked up, he asked if I was at the house. I said no. He said the alarm was going off at the house, and the alarm company called him. He asked if we could go by and check it out...and he suggested we take Mousse along. (What was she going to do? Lick the intruder to death??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raced out of the house...during the 65 second drive, my mind was racing with "what ifs." What if the intruder was still there? What if he had a gun? Suddenly the fiction writer in me came alive and my mind was creating a million stories that all ended badly!! (I'm not quite sure if the writer in me awoke from her deep slumber or if I've just been watching way too much Forensic Files, Investigators, 48 hour Mysteries, and Dateline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the house and I opened the garage. So far, no criminals. Then, I opened the door leading to the house. My heart dropped to my toes. Every single light was on in the house, and every bedroom door and closet was open. That was definitely not how I left the house the afternoon before!! My friend was still on the phone with me, and I said, "dude, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; definitely been in here." He urged me to...."Get the hell out!" And that's exactly what I did. Shoot...no one needs to tell me twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to my car and called 911. I'm not quite sure how I got my fingers to stop trembling long enough to press the numbers. The operator assured me that the police were on their way. So, I sat and waited. Two minutes later, I got a call from the police. They said they had already responded to the alarm...and that the front door was open, and they came in and THEY were the ones who turned on all the lights and opened the doors! Can you believe they scared me like that? I couldn't believe they didn't turn off the lights...or at least leave a little note that said "sorry we missed you....we turned on all the lights, and there are no criminals on this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;premises&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I guess you're wondering how the front door was open....Good question. Well, I guess I sort of forgot to chain the door, and although I locked it, it didn't latch correctly. =) It was a windy morning...and the door blew right open. Oopsie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2885689324123504157?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2885689324123504157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2885689324123504157' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2885689324123504157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2885689324123504157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4899110671039276601</id><published>2010-08-14T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:08:42.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Small Talk</title><content type='html'>I went to a party tonight...and as Jason Derulo would say, I was "ridin solo."  I knew a lot of people would be there and so I was very apprehensive about not having an FBF with me in case  I ran out of people to talk to.  What's an FBF?  (Excuse me, I've been watching a little too much Jersery Shore, which has inspired me to use more acronyms these days) FBF= Fall back Friend.  This is the person that usually accompanies you to a party or social event, and although you may get separated whilst socializing with others, you eventually make your way back to...and you can rely on talking to this friend when you are officially out of other people to talk to.  Pretty much when you're married...your FBF is your spouse by default.  But, when you're spouse can't make it and you're ridin' solo...you got no FBF, which is not good for someone like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that to successfully socialize among a group of people, one must master the art of small talk.  I've attempted to do this time and time again, but fail miserably.  I'll talk to someone and think to myself..."That's it...you're getting it!"  And then the thought triggers my brain into a relapse, and I start feeling akward...and before I know it, I've failed yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Shines is like the Pablo Picasso of small talk.  The guy can start a conversation with a cashier at Walmart.  He's forever lecturing me about the importance of talking to people because you never know what a simple conversation can lead to...business/job opportunities, new friendships, discounts, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my issues is that I like in depth, meaningful conversations.  I can't do the "hi, how are you?, good to see you, give me a call sometime" thing.  It seems...well, not meaningful.  I feel like I have to know the person, and at least know about some aspect of what's going on in their life, so I'll have something to talk about. I'm just not good at asking questions to people I don't know to find out more about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I am stepping out of my little social box...or should I say my anti-social box?!?  I have a lunch meeting set up with a perfect stranger.  I am quite nervous...but in a way, a little excited to see if I'll pass the test that I usually fail.  Will I master the art of small talk?!?  Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4899110671039276601?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4899110671039276601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4899110671039276601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4899110671039276601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4899110671039276601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-of-small-talk.html' title='The Art of Small Talk'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6740349811977584117</id><published>2010-08-10T22:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:15:33.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've spent the past few days helping my friend NC set up her 3rd grade class since school will be starting in just a few days. She's very pregnant and having a hard time dealing with the heat (AC is out in the school) and all the work she's gotta do before school starts. Spending the day in an elementary school made me quite nostalgic...especially seeing my 4th grade teacher! Oddly enough, she remembered me and said, "Yes...Susan..I remember you. You were always so quiet in class and only spoke when you were asked a question." Yep, that was me. We moved quite frequently, so I was really shy and hesitant to make new friends. (Which is still how I am to this day.) Anyhoo, I thought it was interesting that she remembered me after all these years (it's been a long time since I was in 4th grade!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I recently found a picture of myself when I was in elementary school.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503997026040113826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TGIgIj3taqI/AAAAAAAACnY/8sbdR4dRlW4/s200/IMG_3230.jpg" /&gt; It reminded me of a time when life was easy and good...My jeans always fit because my mom always bought elastic pants ;) and I always had good hair days because I wore pigtails every day. Back then, we played outside with neighborhood friends, rode bikes, and watched cartoons on Saturday mornings. Life was simple. Today, kids are inundated with modern technology...and sure, it has simplified their lives in ways, but it has taken away the simplicity of life as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad I was a kid when I was a kid....before there were Wiis, ipods, cell phones, and strange cartoon characters. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6740349811977584117?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6740349811977584117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6740349811977584117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6740349811977584117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6740349811977584117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-spent-past-few-days-helping-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TGIgIj3taqI/AAAAAAAACnY/8sbdR4dRlW4/s72-c/IMG_3230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3195645614903275268</id><published>2010-08-05T00:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:56:27.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've spent the past few weeks hanging out with my niece and nephew.  Today, we did a photo shoot with their favorite chocolate lab...Moussey.  I thought I'd post a few shots so the blogosphere could not only see how big Mousse has gotten...but how big the kids have gotten as well!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRinAyOKI/AAAAAAAACnQ/MTzuaBTCjwc/s1600/sue+auntys+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501799549816158370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRinAyOKI/AAAAAAAACnQ/MTzuaBTCjwc/s320/sue+auntys+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mousse was beginning to get a lil' tired of modeling...but the kids never get tired of modeling with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRUu7X6FI/AAAAAAAACnI/MffmhhnJ0lM/s1600/sueaunty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501799311422777426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRUu7X6FI/AAAAAAAACnI/MffmhhnJ0lM/s320/sueaunty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, she could take it no longer...She needed her beauty rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRMFllmAI/AAAAAAAACnA/s3kGXn0Df4M/s1600/mousse+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501799162886592514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRMFllmAI/AAAAAAAACnA/s3kGXn0Df4M/s320/mousse+edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3195645614903275268?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3195645614903275268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3195645614903275268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3195645614903275268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3195645614903275268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-spent-past-few-weeks-hanging-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/TFpRinAyOKI/AAAAAAAACnQ/MTzuaBTCjwc/s72-c/sue+auntys+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6552367576587449937</id><published>2010-07-27T23:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:23:55.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe that most things that happen in life happen for a reason. Sometimes you come to find out what the reason is...and sometimes you can go through your whole life and never really understand the "whys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I was house hunting. I had found a great house, in my budget, and in the perfect location. I put a bid on the house and was so positive that we'd be home owners within just a few short weeks. I mentally thought about where to put my furniture and what colors to paint the walls. And then, a week later I got a call from the real estate agents saying a higher bidder came along, and the house was sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bummed to say the least. I couldn't understand why I had gotten so close only to get the rug pulled out from under me. I couldn't seem to find a house as perfect...and before I knew it April 30th had come and gone...and so had the first time home buyers tax credit. I stayed bummed for several months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, about a month ago, I lost my job. And, I realized that although I thought life would have been perfect in that house, God knew better....much better. And so here, I am...jobless for the first time since I was sixteen years old. I haven't been without a job for more than three weeks (during transitions or vacations)....I'm going a bit stir crazy. It's weird because when you're at work, you're staring at the clock, praying that those needles will just move forward a bit faster. But when you're at home, the hours fly by, and so do the days and weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary time to be with out a job, but I trust that now is the time to pursue something that I love and enjoy. It's time to break the cycle of the monotonous 9-5. Right now, I feel like I've reached a fork in the road, and really need God to shed some light for me on which path I should take. Tonight I was feeling a little lost/confused/scared...and I read something on another blog that I found interesting and inspiring....It read, "your dreams come true when you act to turn them into reality."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6552367576587449937?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6552367576587449937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6552367576587449937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6552367576587449937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6552367576587449937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-believe-that-most-things-that-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6649615174730980570</id><published>2010-05-28T01:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:36:52.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What better way to discuss Fashion Friday...then to talk about Sex and the City 2. My friend the Furball and I went to go see it on opening night! She was the one who introduced me to the show a few years ago...(which I instantly fell in love with) so it made it extra special to see it with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was such a good movie!!!!!! Much better than the first one! And the fashion??? Fuh-get about it!! Let's take a looksie, shall we? I wish you could see Miranda's dress better. It was super cute, and she looked really great in this movie. I think her style is themost practical...it's not hoochie-ish like Samantha's, out there like Carrie's, or proper like Charlotte's. Although I did love Carrie's dress in this scene and her hair! Just gorgeous. But the lovely lady did look a little aged in this movie. I saw lots of wrinkles that I never noticed before.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476201261553014386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9gCIFp1nI/AAAAAAAAClw/75flNsGzEsc/s320/sex-and-the-city-2-bergdorf-goodman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Charlotte's dress in this scene!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476202079698475650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9gxv6u2oI/AAAAAAAACmA/-Ze_dJWX3nI/s320/Sex_City_davis_p_664982gm-e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrie wasn't sporting her "carrie" necklace in this movie. Instead, she wore this clover necklace quite a bit! I was pretty much feening over all of their accessories...especially their cocktail rings!! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476202364300691874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9hCUJMCaI/AAAAAAAACmQ/1MggvuqpRWQ/s320/wenn5343674.jpg" /&gt;Look at Miranda's earrings! Fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476201926388178594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9go0ytXqI/AAAAAAAACl4/b48ZbM84tUk/s320/53958127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was my favorite outfit of the entire movie. Not sure if I'd ever wear a fluffy, gorgeous skirt to a street market. But hey, that's Carrie Bradshaw for ya! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476205755303279586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9kHsnNO-I/AAAAAAAACmg/BAVWomq-5RE/s320/image6521492.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6649615174730980570?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6649615174730980570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6649615174730980570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6649615174730980570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6649615174730980570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-better-way-to-discuss-fashion.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_9gCIFp1nI/AAAAAAAAClw/75flNsGzEsc/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-2-bergdorf-goodman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1997358167572582327</id><published>2010-05-26T09:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:40:24.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is TV talk Wednesday. So, if you don't watch TV...especially reality TV. You might want to tune in tomorrow. =)&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelorette...&lt;br /&gt;I like this season's bachelorette. She seems like the girl next door. Unfortunately, I think she has very slim pickins to choose from. The very first night, I could pick atleast 15 guys she should have gotten rid of and not just 8. Here are my top two guys this season. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587959661245170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_0yPQgDsvI/AAAAAAAAClo/FPtI3ef7S4E/s200/3df417ecbe56dc55145acbc9b9ee4117.png" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587897768566098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_0yLp7sXVI/AAAAAAAAClg/CNO67zRvumE/s200/cf25a18bd18ea71701a063e5d4ca8bb0.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But, this appears to be Alli's favorite so far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587797220947314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_0yFzXRdXI/AAAAAAAAClY/ekWtmVB7ol4/s200/f39b2451c22ec809aaea6c6073496f19.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; And finally, this guy has already made it on my hit list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475587661583260994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_0x96EunUI/AAAAAAAAClQ/DXCJsrH44tI/s200/e51881291ec485cdb8b5fb4935365f44.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; He looks a lot older, his hair is awful, and there is something sort of sinister behind his demeanor. We'll see how that plays out. After watching Alli on Ellen the other day...I'm not so sure she found love this season! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hills...I can't stand Brody Jenner. He purposely brought his new girlfriend around Kristen to see how she would react. He sat there at the club as proud as a peacock knowing two girls had their eyes on him. Someone needs to burst his bubble. Why would he expect Kristen to be overly friendly to a girl he was all over? And then to make a big deal out of that in front of everyone?!? As Kristen would say..."what. ev-errrrrrrr." PS...Lo's boyfriend?!? totally not who I pictured her with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The City-Oh Olivia, how I hate thee. She's so smug. I'm not a big Erin fan either. But, it's hard to hate someone more than I hate Olivia. I don't know why Whitney hasn't learned yet that Roxy is bad for business. I know they're BF's...but her mouth!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;American Idol-I love Lee, but I have to admit, Crystal knocked it out of the ball park last night. It's interesting to see how immensely she has changed. She used to be so stoic...and akward in front of the crowd. But now, she acts like a star. Lee seems a little star struck still and I think it might have hindered his performance last night. Despite who wins tonight, I think they're both going to have a great future in the music industry...and that's really all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So You Think you Can Dance starts Thursday! so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1997358167572582327?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1997358167572582327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1997358167572582327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1997358167572582327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1997358167572582327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-tv-talk-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_0yPQgDsvI/AAAAAAAAClo/FPtI3ef7S4E/s72-c/3df417ecbe56dc55145acbc9b9ee4117.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-703758098265571027</id><published>2010-05-25T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:46:18.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have dubbed Tuesdays..."Tasty Tuesdays." I'm hoping this new plan to structure the blog will help me stay committed to writing here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that most of the ladies (family members and friends) in my life are amazing cooks...I try my best to keep up with them and they've really helped me to aspire to be better and try new recipes. So, that's what Tasty Tuesday is all about...sharing easy,yummy, budget-friendly recipes with the blogosphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first recipe was given to me by dear friend, The Illustrious Finuji...but you can call her Fin. She made some "to-die-for" shrimp quesadillas and was kind enough to give me the recipe. I think I've tweaked it a bit to make it budget-friendly...but it's still good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;1 lb shrimp&lt;br /&gt;1 lb italian sausage (in the breakfast sausage aisle)&lt;br /&gt;a few cups of shredded cheese&lt;br /&gt;package of tortillas (i like to use wheat)&lt;br /&gt;1 envelope of Monterrey Steak season-chipotle lime&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Peel and clean shrimp&lt;br /&gt;Pour 1 tbs of olive oil over the shrimp&lt;br /&gt;Empty contents of seasoning envelope&lt;br /&gt;With hands, mix the shrimp until well-coated by spices&lt;br /&gt;Let the shrimp marinate for 10-15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;While shrimp marinates, butter one side of your tortilla&lt;br /&gt;Brown italian sausage, drain fat&lt;br /&gt;After shrimp has marinated, saute in frying pan 10-15 minutes, or until cooked&lt;br /&gt;Place tortilla buttered-side down in frying pan, on half the tortilla sprinkle browned sausage, place 5-8 pieces of shrimp on top, then cover with shredded cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Fold over the empty side of tortilla, and flip over to brown other side.&lt;br /&gt;Remove from pan when both sides of tortilla are browned...andddd EAT!&lt;br /&gt;*sour cream and salsa make it extra yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-703758098265571027?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/703758098265571027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=703758098265571027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/703758098265571027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/703758098265571027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-dubbed-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2435629713287642647</id><published>2010-05-24T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:27:03.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend was a pretty good one...I hated to see it end. Saturday, I centerpiece shopped for an upcoming engagement, slept A LOT, and then went to the mall with NC. I don't think we've done that since the 90's...when we got there, she surprised me by treating me to a much needed pedicure. It was so nice just to shop, chat, and get our feet did. Sunday...we went to church and then lunch with the Mathews. We tried a new place called the Cajun Kitchen. If you're in the OKC area, I highly recommend it. It's located on 63rd and Macarthur...not only is the food scrumptious, but the service is the friendliest that I've ever experienced...ever. I ended Sunday evening with the Lost finale. aaaaaaah. Where to begin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what you guys made of it...but I'd love to know, so please do leave comments below and share your thoughts!! Here's what I thought: The island was real. They were each brought to the island on purpose...to redeem themselves and to make these lasting, impacting relationships. The show was never about the island...it was about the characters, which is why I loved it initially. They all died at various times...Jin, Sun, and Sayid when the sub exploded...Jack at the very end when his eye shut (amazing ending I thought)...and the flash sideways was them in an "after life" phase where they all had to re-meet in order to finally move on...to.........whatever your faith believes...that's why the "church" they were in had various images like the cross, ganesh, buddha, the jewish star...it was just a meeting ground based on their faith. some things i don't get...like jacob, the smokey monster, the whole dharma initiative, and the drain that almost sunk the island. so if you have thoughts on it...please do share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that brings us to.....&lt;br /&gt;Monday. My least favorite day of the week. It's so hard for me to drag myself out of bed and get to work. I don't know about you, but I could definitely use a jolt on Mondays...something to get me going and get me ready for the week.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have decided to post "Motivational Mondays" on my blog. Hope they give you the jump start you need! There's lots I could say to motivate you today. The most important thing is....next Monday, those of us in the good ol' USA are off! Now, that's definitely something to smile about! Also...for those of you fellow "Bachelor/Bachelorette" fans...the new season of the Bachelorette begins tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if that wasn't enought to get you motivated today...let's discuss this:&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I watched Lee DeWyze go home to Chicago on American Idol. I have to admit, Lee wasn't my initial favorite, but he definitely sang his way into my heart. I like him for more than his music...I like him because he's humble. Despite the fact that he's the crowd favorite, and the front runner to win this competition, he still seems a bit awe-struck when the judges tell him that he rocks! I think it finally hit him when he went home last week...he realized he has so many people rooting for him and more than that, he realized how far he's come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shows like American Idol...that take an average joe..a dreamer...and give them a platform to make their dreams come true. Just a few weeks ago, Lee was a paint salesman and now he's on his way to super stardom. I was bawling right along with him when he visited his old job. I can't begin to tell you how many times I dreamed of having that same moment. You know, that moment when you're actually doing something you LOVE, that you're good at, that you are passionate about...and you're excelling in it!! That moment when you can look back at your life and see how far you've come...and how all the time you spent hoping, dreaming, praying, and working towards that goal were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;When I watched Lee it gave me hope. That it can happen...and it does happen to all sorts of people. Like Susan Boyle...who could have given up on her dreams long ago. But, if you keep holding on to the dream...there's always a possibility of living it....one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2435629713287642647?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2435629713287642647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2435629713287642647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2435629713287642647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2435629713287642647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend-was-pretty-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1118278452622316401</id><published>2010-05-21T10:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:43:32.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm back...forgive me. (Sorry, Staic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been busy and haven't been feeling 100%...therefore neglecting my page. While I was gone, I worked on a fabulous birthday party for two very special twins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473748538924907442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_apS4Ruu7I/AAAAAAAAClI/LAx0kF87dw8/s400/232323232%7Ffp9_8_nu%3D3256__%3B2__38_WSNRCG%3D337763%3B%3B39325nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It was loads of fun working with a mom who wanted to make the party extra special and thew caution to the wind when it came to budgets! Now that's it's over, "I'm on to the next one"...as JayZ would say!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My friend Sybil and I are putting together a party for WRATH (women against trafficking humans) Basically, all the attendees will bring items to the party, which will meet the needs of safe houses for victims of human trafficking. As I've begun working on this project, I've been learning more and more about the problem. I would have never imagined that Oklahoma would be #4 in the nation in human slavery. It was a sickening discovery. Since we have 3 major interestates running across our state, it makes it a prime location apparently. If you're reading this and would like to host your own WRATH party to support victims, let me know and I'll give you more information.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I decided to put themes to my days to help me with thinking of blog material. Today is Fashion Friday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Topic: Sandal boots&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473748358473921922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_apIYC3NYI/AAAAAAAAClA/mj1z0XDBsh4/s320/sandalboot.jpg" /&gt; At first I thought they were horrendous.  And then...as most things do...they grew on me.  I know they're not very practical...because if you're wearing sandals...you most likely don't need ankle warmers.  But, I think they're fashion forward...which is precisely why I don't own a pair.  I love looking at them on other people's feet...but I don't have any fashion forward clothes to go with them.  Face it, cardigans and sandal boots just don't go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1118278452622316401?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1118278452622316401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1118278452622316401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1118278452622316401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1118278452622316401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S_apS4Ruu7I/AAAAAAAAClI/LAx0kF87dw8/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp9_8_nu%3D3256__%3B2__38_WSNRCG%3D337763%3B%3B39325nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4417977142882446118</id><published>2010-04-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:24:01.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butt lift gone bad...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S9hS7ot_kCI/AAAAAAAACko/KkYXoGOkoTo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465209332310183970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S9hS7ot_kCI/AAAAAAAACko/KkYXoGOkoTo/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10581285-4417977142882446118?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4417977142882446118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4417977142882446118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4417977142882446118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4417977142882446118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-funny.html' title='Today&apos;s Funny...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S9hS7ot_kCI/AAAAAAAACko/KkYXoGOkoTo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-8347293716529689621</id><published>2010-03-31T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T09:20:06.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's 5!</title><content type='html'>Happy belated 5th birthday to Suevee blog. I can't believe it's been five years since I started writing here. I spent some time last night going back in time and reading a few of my old posts...some had me cracking up as I remembered my crazy day to day antics and some had me thoroughly depressed as I remembered being the disgruntled employee of the "BC" looking for the perfect career opportunity and Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, Alex once commented on one of my posts...compairing it to the show Seinfeld...a blog about nothing! I have to agree. Although it's been severly neglected in recent years...and grueling at times to write a blogworthy post...I hope to keep it going so I have something to look back on in 2015. (2015? That sounds so futuristic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don't have the readership I had back in the day...there are very few people who come here and know who CCL and MU are...but to those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning....You must be easily entertained!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday dear Bloggie...Happy Birthday to YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-8347293716529689621?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8347293716529689621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=8347293716529689621' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8347293716529689621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/8347293716529689621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-whos-5.html' title='Look Who&apos;s 5!'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6112485669121968260</id><published>2010-03-30T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:16:59.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After months of freezing temperatures, blizzards, hazardous road conditions, and wool coats...spring is always a welcomed change. Sometimes I feel like I'm solar-powered because when the sun starts shining, I am definitely more energetic. It's the time of year when I realize my "grizzly bear" tendencies in the winter got way out of hand...because spring/summer clothes don't fit anymore. So, it's time to get active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking advantage of the weather and walking with Mousse every day. Yesterday, I decided to help my mom clear out all the dried leaves from her yard. She has six huge trees...not exactly sure she bought a house with so many trees since she hates raking. Luckily Shines let me borrow his brand new Toro Rake and Vac. OMG. That thing was a life saver...and definitely a must have for any homeowner who has trees! At only $50...it's a steal of a deal. (You know you're getting old and boring when you promote a leaf blower on your blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I start to think about in the spring is...hilights. My hair naturally turns lighter in the summer, but I like to help it along. =) My friend Nancy once told me that hilights make your hair look like it has more volume...and I'm always trying to boost volume!! Usually, I seek professional help to do this...but this time, I tried to save a buck...or $79...and take on the project myself. I know what you're thinking..."oh no." And, you are correct. I don't know why I do this to myself. Let's just say I have blotches of color at the top of my head...and none really that hilight the whole strand. I haven't quite figured out how to fix the problem. So until I do, I will be finding ways to clip my hair creatively to cover blotches. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...I'm headed to Hobby Lobby tonight to look into a cake decorating class. so. exciting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6112485669121968260?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6112485669121968260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6112485669121968260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6112485669121968260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6112485669121968260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-months-of-freezing-temperatures.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4281212870344491880</id><published>2010-03-29T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:49:15.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized this weekend that Mousse has no earthly idea that she's a dog. Maybe it's because Matt lets her sleep on the bed and lounge on the couch with him while he's watching TV...or maybe it's because I give her human food...or because she rides in the car with us everywhere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I puppysat the Mathews' dog, Murphy. He's a little guy and very playful. Mousse is probably 500 times bigger than him, but she's still scared of the pup. He jumps up to lick her face and nips at her legs...just doing things that puppies do. And she freezes in terror. At one point, she went and sat by my front door with a look on her face that said, "Momma, either he goes or I go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, when Nancy brings baby Tessa over, Mousse is fascinated by her. They're almost the same height...and Mousse loves to sniff at Tessa's chicken-nugget scented little fingers. And when Tessa kisses her on the face, Mousse doesn't go into panic mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because she thinks she's a cute, little baby girl like Tessa is!...and I definitely don't have the heart to burst her bubble and tell her the truth. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...We finally started to experience a little spring time weather in OKC yesterday. (I can only hope that it will last and no more blizzards are on the way.) I opened my patio door and let Mousse sun bathe while I rearranged the closet. What is it about spring that makes you want to clean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-4281212870344491880?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4281212870344491880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4281212870344491880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4281212870344491880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4281212870344491880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-realized-this-weekend-that-mousse-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3200587625390758230</id><published>2010-03-25T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:48:35.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An epidemic is spreading...</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through my recorded shows on tv and noticed an episode on Dr. Phil called the "rudeness epidemic." I didn't get a chance to watch it because my eyelids were drooping, but I've experienced it first hand lately. I'm not so sure what's wrong with Americans these days. Is the economic crisis making people less patient and more rude, or what? The other night I was at Walmart exchanging something. There were six people behind me and about the same number in front of me...and one anxiety-ridden clerk. I don't think it was the number of people that was stressing her out...I think it was the loud-mouth behind me who had to remind every one in the vicinity every ten seconds that there was only one clerk and a million people in line...and how Walmart just doesn't care about customers anymore. She was annoying and I wanted to smack her, but I dug my nose deeper into a People magazine and tried my best to tune her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I was at Old Navy....it was my lunch hour and the store was packed. I could hear the lady behind me making grunting noises as we waited...FIVE minutes or so...to check out. I began to wonder if it was really a human behind me...or perhaps, a raging bull. But sure enough...it was a woman and when it was her turn to check out the cashier asked her, "How are you, mam?" And she responded with, "Not so good. Why do you all only have four cashiers open when there's so many people? I don't know why "you people" want to make your customers mad. It makes me not want to spend any money here" (apparently it didn't make her want to NOT spend money that badly because she had a heap of clothes she was buying) The cashier who was helping her was really nice and he just said sorry meekly. But my cashier spoke up and told her that a lot of people called in...(afterall, it was Friday of Spring Break and the weather was a gorgeous 75 degrees that day)...and they were doing their best with the staff they had. The ladies response was...silence with a deathly glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words...chill the hell out. Okay, maybe that's four words. I know it's annoying to wait, but what is grumbling and being rude to employees who have no control of the situation gonna do about it? Nothing. Everyone's stressed during these tough economic times...Employers keep less employees on staff...and employees have to deal with more b.s....so just take a minute to be a bit understanding and less rude. Do your part to stop the epidemic from spreading. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3200587625390758230?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3200587625390758230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3200587625390758230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3200587625390758230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3200587625390758230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/epidemic-is-spreading.html' title='An epidemic is spreading...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7359118603714656258</id><published>2010-03-18T07:52:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:12:23.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spa" Birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having a few technical difficulties with my other site, so I thought I'd post pictures from Marissa's surprise "spa" birthday party here. I wracked my brain for a while trying to think of what kind of party to throw for a 12 year old...and I thought this theme would be something she'd really enjoy. So, I made these invites and sent them to a few of her gal pals..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ij7Sy_p7I/AAAAAAAACkY/eggQ9PFta90/s1600-h/mp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449958000636700594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ij7Sy_p7I/AAAAAAAACkY/eggQ9PFta90/s320/mp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ijz1V45cI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Kmruf-13j_E/s1600-h/mp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449957872470910402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ijz1V45cI/AAAAAAAACkQ/Kmruf-13j_E/s320/mp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really wanted to get the girls spa robes as party favors. But, I knew it'd be pricey...luckily, I found these adorable, pink, polka dot robes for a steal of a deal! I think the girls were excited about being able to take them home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjTzLX1ZI/AAAAAAAACkI/buoLT9d2jr8/s1600-h/bd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449957322134115730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjTzLX1ZI/AAAAAAAACkI/buoLT9d2jr8/s320/bd2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made decorations that Marissa could use later in her room. So I painted her name in wood blocks, and this hanging decoration is now hanging in front of her bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjN_NmkwI/AAAAAAAACkA/bfys4NFyVYI/s1600-h/bd3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449957222285480706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjN_NmkwI/AAAAAAAACkA/bfys4NFyVYI/s320/bd3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fondue table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjHCoj24I/AAAAAAAACj4/6T1NFQrkiAk/s1600-h/bd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449957102944770946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjHCoj24I/AAAAAAAACj4/6T1NFQrkiAk/s320/bd4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjC0zTIII/AAAAAAAACjw/2VmJXy8ewZM/s1600-h/bd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449957030512238722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IjC0zTIII/AAAAAAAACjw/2VmJXy8ewZM/s320/bd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To keep with the pink and green theme...I even found these little foot massagers to put in the foot spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ii97SWIPI/AAAAAAAACjo/TbMYIlHrbjc/s1600-h/bd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956946353725682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ii97SWIPI/AAAAAAAACjo/TbMYIlHrbjc/s320/bd6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little girls have really ticklish feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ii4rWhv-I/AAAAAAAACjg/kb4sHBWdRZ8/s1600-h/bd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956856176951266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ii4rWhv-I/AAAAAAAACjg/kb4sHBWdRZ8/s320/bd7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned their face towels into cupcakes...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiymeKSQI/AAAAAAAACjY/AeRbEdoZB3k/s1600-h/bd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956751787575554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiymeKSQI/AAAAAAAACjY/AeRbEdoZB3k/s320/bd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The face towels came in handy to wipe off their chocolate masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiuW_d2UI/AAAAAAAACjQ/8H9qZRSLJek/s1600-h/bd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956678912825666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiuW_d2UI/AAAAAAAACjQ/8H9qZRSLJek/s320/bd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hannah enjoying her pedicure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiqeD9iRI/AAAAAAAACjI/BlBmRtS2FlA/s1600-h/bd10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956612091250962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiqeD9iRI/AAAAAAAACjI/BlBmRtS2FlA/s320/bd10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miriam letting her fingers and toes dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IimIzoz8I/AAAAAAAACjA/QlHLu-iC7Ns/s1600-h/bd11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956537666162626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IimIzoz8I/AAAAAAAACjA/QlHLu-iC7Ns/s320/bd11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cupcakes...no party is complete without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiiRUKB-I/AAAAAAAACi4/6FHqvYkSWFk/s1600-h/bd12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956471230564322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiiRUKB-I/AAAAAAAACi4/6FHqvYkSWFk/s320/bd12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cute puppy is the newest addition to the Mathew family...Murphy was being cuddled while his Momma helped me with the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiaaupVPI/AAAAAAAACio/Brg5DJEET2E/s1600-h/bd14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956336318633202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiaaupVPI/AAAAAAAACio/Brg5DJEET2E/s320/bd14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished product...nails courtesy my cousin, Les&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiWRRnvjI/AAAAAAAACig/Ra4VcyoPEwU/s1600-h/bd15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449956265061498418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6IiWRRnvjI/AAAAAAAACig/Ra4VcyoPEwU/s320/bd15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marissa and her friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449960839832468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6ImgjoA_PI/AAAAAAAACkg/Knv06FUMhUc/s320/bd13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7359118603714656258?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7359118603714656258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7359118603714656258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7359118603714656258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7359118603714656258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/spa-birthday-party.html' title='&quot;Spa&quot; Birthday party'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S6Ij7Sy_p7I/AAAAAAAACkY/eggQ9PFta90/s72-c/mp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-4203092375272369575</id><published>2010-03-08T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:37:34.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Ford Center was piz-acked Friday night....Let's just say that I felt really close to God as I sat in my seat listening to John Mayer. This has more to do with the fact that my seats were way high up...and very little to do with JM having a voice of an angel. ;) I have to admit...my friend NC told me a few weeks ago that she hates going to OKC Thunder games with her hubby because their seats are way high, and she is too scared to walk up there. At the time, I sympathetically said "Really?"..but in my mind, I was thinking..."What a la-hooser." But, I was the lahooser Friday night as I gripped on to the railing, seats,  the stranger in front of me to make it up to my seat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5XLmdovnLI/AAAAAAAACiA/tIWJATaufnY/s1600-h/michael-franti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446483186025471154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5XLmdovnLI/AAAAAAAACiA/tIWJATaufnY/s320/michael-franti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy...Michael Franti and the Spearheads were the opening act.  They put on a really great show...although I didn't understand a word he was saying.  All I could hear from my seat was the booming bass...I didn't know any of the guy's songs, he was too far away to read his lips, and he is a Reggae artist...so they're a lil' hard to understand anyway.  But I did thoroughly enjoy his dancing.  There's just something about the way people dance to Reggae Music.  The movement is so free and  fluid...not something I could achieve even if I tried (which I won't). =)  Now, for my review of JM.  He has a tendency to open his mouth and say the most ridiculous things...but the dude, is an amazing singer.  I know women go mad for him, but when he performs, he has the weirdest expressions. And his ears are a little oversized.  However, I will admit to swooning just a tad when he sang my favorite song "Gravity"  and wore an OKC Thunder jersey.  He won some cool points with me at that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I spent the weekend planning the coolest party of my party planning career.  Yes, I say that every time I plan a party...but this time...I think I mean it. I will post pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.idoeventsokc.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; site soon. I did a bit of thinking this weekend...I was about to pull the plug on this blog in order to concentate more on the other one.  But, I kept thinking about all the history I have here...and about the useless information I share with the blogosphere...and I realized I'd miss it even though I neglect it.  I decided I have to spend more time and energy on my other site if I really want it to fly...the next day, I stumbled upon a book at BN about marketing hand-made products.  I thought my friend DM would be proud of me for not just purchasing it but actually reading it...since he's always encouraging me about being pro-active about pursuing my dreams. =)  (Thanks DM).  I'm learning about branding, marketing, and pricing....off to a good start, I'd say.&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/10581285-4203092375272369575?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4203092375272369575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=4203092375272369575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4203092375272369575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/4203092375272369575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ford-center-was-piz-acked-friday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5XLmdovnLI/AAAAAAAACiA/tIWJATaufnY/s72-c/michael-franti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2808452313859292793</id><published>2010-03-05T09:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:52:02.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>I'm spendi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5EoP5hsLKI/AAAAAAAACh4/TWR5_ZZ7yQY/s1600-h/johnmayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445177678072917154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5EoP5hsLKI/AAAAAAAACh4/TWR5_ZZ7yQY/s320/johnmayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng the evening with this guy tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets courtesy my friend  and concert buddy the Furball!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5EoDYbF6LI/AAAAAAAAChw/Z73brgMmWog/s1600-h/johnmayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2808452313859292793?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2808452313859292793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2808452313859292793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2808452313859292793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2808452313859292793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S5EoP5hsLKI/AAAAAAAACh4/TWR5_ZZ7yQY/s72-c/johnmayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-5857733698427824700</id><published>2010-03-04T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:14:34.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I'm a self-proclaimed reality tv addict.  I enjoy the drama and disfunction of other people's lives.  But, I think I have officially come to a point where I realize the downfall of the creation of reality television shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if I'm wrong, but I am pretty sure the first reality show was aired by MTV....it was none other than "Real World-New York"  Yes, there were drama and fights, but I think there was more to it as well.  I think the whole point of the show was to open people's eyes to other people's reality...It was not just about shock tv.  It was a novel idea....until MTV went overboard with it.  Now, there's no purpose or meaning to the show..the only theme I see is "the smuttier, the better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally came to my senses when I saw the cast reveal for "Dancing with the Stars."  Kate Gosselin?  Really?  I thought this show was called Dancing with the STARS?!?!  Back in the day, there were prerequisites for attaining stardom...like TALENT.  It's mind boggling how an average joe lands on reality tv and becomes instant celebreality...there's no longer anything average about them or their lives.  The paparazzi is stalking them, they're signing book deals, launching fashion lines, making records, and dancing on prime time!  It's nuts!!  It makes me feel sorry for trained professionals who spend their whole life dreaming and working towards stardom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go cold turkey and stop watching it all together?  I'm going to be honest...probably not.  But, I'm definitely cutting it down and definitely weeding out the smut. (maybe) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-5857733698427824700?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5857733698427824700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=5857733698427824700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5857733698427824700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/5857733698427824700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-that-im-self-proclaimed-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-7332789792595108715</id><published>2010-03-03T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:28:25.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been compared to a grizzly bear lately, and I'm beginning to see the&lt;br /&gt;similarities myself. With the weather being cold/gray/gloomy for the past&lt;br /&gt;several weeks....I find myself wanting to stay home and hibernate as much as&lt;br /&gt;possible. My favorite past time is taking siestas on my comfy, red, couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hibernation isn't my only similarity with the great grizzly bear. I'm also&lt;br /&gt;very easily agitated these days. It seems that silliest things totally set&lt;br /&gt;me off....like parmesan cheese. I sent Matt out for ingredients to make&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti the other night. I know, I know...I was asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that most guys aren't the best grocery shoppers...They either&lt;br /&gt;bring home the wrong stuff or don't bring home stuff at all. But, I&lt;br /&gt;carefully explained where each item is located in Walmart. Apparently he&lt;br /&gt;forgot, so he asked a woman where parmesan cheese was. She directed him to&lt;br /&gt;powdered parmesan cheese that sits on a shelf...not real, grated parmesan&lt;br /&gt;cheese that sits in the refrigerated section. I know what you're&lt;br /&gt;thinking..."So, what's wrong with powdered parmesan cheese?" It's wrong on&lt;br /&gt;so many levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why is it powdery? The bottle says it's 100% percent parmesan. Can&lt;br /&gt;someone please explain to me how that's possible? How can a chunk of solid&lt;br /&gt;cheese turn into fine powder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Parmesan does have a stank. But the powdery kind has a stench. I find that&lt;br /&gt;it's a cross between sweaty feet and stinky butt. (And no, I haven't smelled either, but some things you just know.) Now, I don't know about you guys...but that's not a scent I want garnishing my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What kind of cheese is not refrigerated?? I'll tell you what kind...FAKE&lt;br /&gt;POWDER PARMESAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell...I'm quite sensitive and picky about my cheese! I feel&lt;br /&gt;myself getting all worked up again...so I will end here...&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, I leave you wi&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444429360121058594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S45_qD65FSI/AAAAAAAACho/0bYWkSXF_mY/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;th my bargain find for the week:&lt;br /&gt;Polka dot wedges-Ross-$12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-7332789792595108715?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7332789792595108715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=7332789792595108715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7332789792595108715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/7332789792595108715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-compared-to-grizzly-bear.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S45_qD65FSI/AAAAAAAACho/0bYWkSXF_mY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3319451347361143374</id><published>2010-02-28T23:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:29:31.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning:  Too much cuteness to handle in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The many faces of Miss Maddicakes&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4tO-YKr5LI/AAAAAAAAChY/aDNPB88VzpU/s1600-h/2010-02-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443531408153502898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4tO-YKr5LI/AAAAAAAAChY/aDNPB88VzpU/s400/2010-02-28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my favorite cuties together...Tessa and Maddi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4tOsHcvbOI/AAAAAAAAChQ/EwQ-PpljBQ4/s1600-h/2010-02-281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443531094428183778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4tOsHcvbOI/AAAAAAAAChQ/EwQ-PpljBQ4/s400/2010-02-281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/10581285-3319451347361143374?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3319451347361143374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3319451347361143374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3319451347361143374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3319451347361143374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/warning-too-much-cuteness-to-handle-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4tO-YKr5LI/AAAAAAAAChY/aDNPB88VzpU/s72-c/2010-02-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-1158047077178330427</id><published>2010-02-25T10:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:47:01.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plugged In...</title><content type='html'>I've been cell phone-less since Monday afternoon. I couldn't find my charger anywhere. I was at this point where I didn't really want to buy a new charger because I knew that as soon as I did...my old one would pop up. So, I decided to give it a day or two to resurface. Most people have one set location where they plug their charger in and that's exactly where they charge it...every day/night. Not sure why...but this is a daunting task for me. I can't seem to muster up enough strength at the end of the night to plug my phone in and go to bed. Therefore, my phone is either dying or dead half of the time....so I typically talk while charging. I find myself moving my charger around all day...I take it to work to charge, to my mom's, plug it in the living room, sometimes my bedroom, and finally...the kitchen....which is exactly where Matt found it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two and a half days I've been sorta disconnected....I've missed texts and calls...I've had people calling Matt's phone looking for me...people sending me heated emails asking why i'm not responding to texts. It's nice to know I'm needed and somewhat missed. ;) I think the hardest part has been my drive home. I fall asleep in the car...even if I'm driving...so I typically call someone (usually ccl) while I'm driving home...(I know, I know...Oprah says not to talk and text while driving) It's been so hard to stay awake! I've had to turn up the radio...open my windows and let the freezing cold air in, and/or bring something in the car to drink or munch on to keep me awake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my charger is back...It makes me wonder how I ever survived before I a phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-1158047077178330427?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1158047077178330427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=1158047077178330427' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1158047077178330427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/1158047077178330427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/plugged-in.html' title='Plugged In...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-6472538222238476522</id><published>2010-02-22T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:01:58.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="276" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4NnkTDgsQI/AAAAAAAAChI/1vGhtmgfE9c/s320/Pictures.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking at old high school pictures tonight...the good ol' days when hair was big, problems were trivial, the sky was the limit, and mix tapes were the ultimate expresson of love. It seems like a lifetime ago and just yesterday all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my high school friends, I still imagine these young faces...and silly laughs. Through Facebook and MySpace, I've been able to see how most of them have grown and changed and now have kids of their own...but it will always be these faces that come to mind when I hear their names or think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always shocking to hear the news of someone's death, but when it's someone YOUR age that you grew up with...it makes you stop and realize how fragile life really is. Robin is the girl pictured in the middle of the above collage. I chose this picture because that's the way I remember her...fluffy, blonde hair, happy, youthful, laid back. I've exchanged a few emails with her over the years...and it seemed to me that she didn't change much. She was really happy with life and her children. She was 8 months pregnant with her sixth child...and died of a pulmonary embolism. Unforunately I don't know all the details of her sudden death. But, do know that her baby boy, Cooper survived..and is now in the NICU. Please keep her family in your prayers as they try to deal with this sudden and unexpected loss....especially baby Cooper as he fights for his life with out his mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-6472538222238476522?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6472538222238476522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=6472538222238476522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6472538222238476522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/6472538222238476522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-looking-at-old-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4NnkTDgsQI/AAAAAAAAChI/1vGhtmgfE9c/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-375946679326446688</id><published>2010-02-22T01:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:44:06.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weekend went by in a blur. And now, I'm having a bit of trouble falling asleep...so I turned on my current favorite song, "Gravity" by Sarah Bareillis and thought I'd write a quick post before I force myself to go to sleep. (I know I'll be paying for this in the morning!) The weekend was a lovely one. BF came home on Friday and brought lil' &lt;a href="http://www.maddicakes.com/"&gt;maddicakes&lt;/a&gt; with her. I pretty much hung out with them all weekend and look forward to a few more days with them before they head back to sunny, Florida. Madison's grown leaps and bounds! She does the funniest little things and gives the sweetest hugs. Ugh...parting is definitely going to be such sweet sorrow. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No 55 words of fiction today...I have a special anonymous guest writer who promised that he'd be posting this week's 55. I think I might be closer to solving the mystery of who this anonymous poster is. (thanks to a few of his hints)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I leave you with a picture of Moussey on Valentine's Day.  She's a very festive girl...she loves when I get her holiday scarves!  For those of you wondering...she's mellowed out a lot with age.  Nowadays...her favorite things to do are sleep, snuggle, and eat...although she does love running outside and playing as well.  Her old nicknames like...Moussolini and Moussipher no longer fit her personality. These days...she's just as sweet as chocolate! ;)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440969452074246834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4I046CjIrI/AAAAAAAACgw/l_JoQwXVWyA/s320/DSC02238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-375946679326446688?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/375946679326446688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=375946679326446688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/375946679326446688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/375946679326446688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-went-by-in-blur.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S4I046CjIrI/AAAAAAAACgw/l_JoQwXVWyA/s72-c/DSC02238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-3584750460845377823</id><published>2010-02-16T22:49:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:20:45.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Valentine's Eve dinner at the "fancy pants" restarant was really nice.  I wanted to take more pictures at the hotel, but apparently security didn't want us to since we weren't staying there.  Minor technacality..sheesh!  But never fear...I did have a chance to take a few.  Here are a few of my favorites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mathews&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5_KN2eFI/AAAAAAAACgo/vO6li2unN2w/s1600-h/718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439075100961175634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5_KN2eFI/AAAAAAAACgo/vO6li2unN2w/s200/718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delish carrot cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t53-yhn-I/AAAAAAAACgY/ml6lyIsdCqo/s1600-h/727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074977634688994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t53-yhn-I/AAAAAAAACgY/ml6lyIsdCqo/s200/727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Matt...since we didn't get a chance to take pics at the hotel...we had to settle fo the CRV....equally gorgeous photo op spot. ;)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5u0Mw_mI/AAAAAAAACgI/jvVJXueYd30/s1600-h/736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074820173135458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5u0Mw_mI/AAAAAAAACgI/jvVJXueYd30/s200/736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In other news, I went a little accessory-crazy this weekend.  I couldn't help it...I found cute stuff for great prices! I thought I'd share my finds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Necklace, Forever 21, 4 bucks and change&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5n8sOepI/AAAAAAAACgA/I8B3rqP_VNw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074702193490578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5n8sOepI/AAAAAAAACgA/I8B3rqP_VNw/s200/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earrings, Forever 21, 3 bucks and change&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5WyCLc1I/AAAAAAAACf4/G4wZx4WcYok/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074407275000658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5WyCLc1I/AAAAAAAACf4/G4wZx4WcYok/s200/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think purple might be my new favorite color.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This beaded necklace? $1 Jewlery Galore...for a DOLLAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5THZPktI/AAAAAAAACfw/8AsFqglsczA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074344289407698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5THZPktI/AAAAAAAACfw/8AsFqglsczA/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a ring to match $2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5QCJ-o7I/AAAAAAAACfo/yq9R-lWaZFA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439074291343598514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5QCJ-o7I/AAAAAAAACfo/yq9R-lWaZFA/s200/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least...55 words of fiction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5MRle8VI/AAAAAAAACfg/eBxsFRIiS1Y/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm fully aware that there is an office policy against dating the boss.  But, I would gladly give up&lt;br /&gt;my position as Mark's assistant to take on the new role as his significant other. He wasn't much older than me, the owner of an up and coming ad agency, well built, and extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-3584750460845377823?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3584750460845377823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=3584750460845377823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3584750460845377823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/3584750460845377823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-eve-dinner-at-fancy-pants.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3t5_KN2eFI/AAAAAAAACgo/vO6li2unN2w/s72-c/718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2992321830707525688</id><published>2010-02-12T10:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:01:26.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3WI92oDbZI/AAAAAAAACe4/kAcJlGKIdys/s1600-h/PetSimple_ILoveYouHeartToy_080206_ssv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437402721336651154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3WI92oDbZI/AAAAAAAACe4/kAcJlGKIdys/s320/PetSimple_ILoveYouHeartToy_080206_ssv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TGIF! It's been a busy work week! I'm especially looking forward to this weekend since it's a 3 day! God bless President's Day! It's Valentine's weekend...and I'm curious as to what (few) readers (I have left) are doing this to celebrate? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated a little early and made Matt chocolate covered strawberries last night since he's a chocolate fiend. Unlike me, he's not into cards and all that jazz...so I thought I'd do something I knew he'd really enjoy and appreciate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight...I'm going to see "Valentine's Day" with Furball. I'm thinking the theater will be packed since it's opening night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow...we are going on a double date with the Mathews. They arranged an awesome dinner for us at the finest hotel in the city....I will be sure to take lots of pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day will be spent at church, my first bible study with the new church later in the afternoon, and then....no plans for the evening. Probably just a little maxin' and relaxin'...and enjoying the fact that I have NO WORK Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you're reading this, Terry....HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2992321830707525688?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2992321830707525688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2992321830707525688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2992321830707525688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2992321830707525688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/tgif-its-been-busy-work-week-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-GU_7oc9hWI/S3WI92oDbZI/AAAAAAAACe4/kAcJlGKIdys/s72-c/PetSimple_ILoveYouHeartToy_080206_ssv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10581285.post-2882654754396141509</id><published>2010-02-12T10:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:38:03.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>55 words of fiction courtesy of anonymous...</title><content type='html'>I was crazy busy this week and didn't have time to squeeze in my 55 words of fiction.  So a big thank you to anonymous who took care of it for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I could have stayed in again on a Saturday night and watched re-runs of Project Runway, or even better .. Anthony Bourdain! So maybe going to the party wasn't a bad idea after all. Maybe Mark was interested in me in some way other than the assistant tasked with every menial job possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10581285-2882654754396141509?l=sueveeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2882654754396141509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10581285&amp;postID=2882654754396141509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2882654754396141509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10581285/posts/default/2882654754396141509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sueveeblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/55-words-of-fiction-courtesy-of.html' title='55 words of fiction courtesy of anonymous...'/><author><name>Sue V.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05184543445792528230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
