<?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-3113805643408669947</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:10:03.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play "Can Christy Keep A Blog?!"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-6797734992108365658</id><published>2009-12-22T12:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:07:23.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for Jennie...Get to Know Your Friends...Xmas Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends. Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be a SCROOGE!!! Just copy and change all the answers so that they apply to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags: I've recently switched! Used to be all about bags, but now I'm into wrapping and pretty ribbons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Hmm, I love real trees but recently have been using my roommate's artificial tree because it was her grandmothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. When do you put up your Christmas tree? We started early this year...started getting everything out and testing the lights the week before Thanksgiving. Finally finished all of the decorating two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Sometime after New Year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Absolutely....spiked eggnog (especially the Winterhaven brand) is my fave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? My stereo. It was awesome! It had a dual tape deck and the speakers swung out of each side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? My dad, hands down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? Elizabeth this year...Dad and I bought her a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, two of them. My roommate is Catholic and while I don't consider myself religious...you gotta spend some time thinking about The Man on his celebrated day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail or I deliver in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Exclamation perfume. I couldn't find it in my heart to tell my Nanny I was allergic to it for about 5 or 6 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movies? A Christmas Story, National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, The Grinch (of course), and The Nightmare Before Xmas (I love movies that can be enjoyed over two holidays!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I'm still shopping.....oy vey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I don't think I have...I don't have that many family or friends to regift too. Knowing me, I'd slip up and give the gift back to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? My snickerdoodles, anything Grandma makes (except for Green Junk - it's as nasty as it sounds).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? O Holy Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18. Travel or stay home for Christmas? Stay home. That where my Dad and Sis are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Yes...although I've had my own names for them after too much eggnog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Angel because my roommate has always wanted one...I prefer a star...I compromise alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Why wait? I've opened a few already. Haha. Usually 1 on Xmas eve, the rest on Xmas morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Forgetting the real importance of Christmas...family and togetherness. This year I've never been more grateful for my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;23. Favorite ornament, theme, and color? We have a Disney tree and I have a glass slipper than lights up. I really like. I LOVE snowflakes and anything purple...but not purple snowflakes...that's lame. I like traditional stuff for Xmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;24. Favorite Christmas Dinner? Gmas ham and sweet potato casserole with the little marshmallows on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;25. What do you want to do for Christmas this year? Spend time with Lizzy and my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-6797734992108365658?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6797734992108365658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=6797734992108365658' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6797734992108365658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6797734992108365658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-one-is-for-jennieget-to-know-your.html' title='This one is for Jennie...Get to Know Your Friends...Xmas Style'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-6926228310347932835</id><published>2009-12-16T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:59:45.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a chance to put all of the pics up that I want too so here's two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here is the Xmas Tree (it's darker so you can see the lights and the gorgeous angel):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415894626727988562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/Sykfd-cRjVI/AAAAAAAAADs/GrtveB0lZ-Q/s400/Xmas+Tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here was my Halloween costume this year...I was swine flu! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SykfxsJ2mXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hYjUTfpgBYs/s1600-h/Swine+flu+closeup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415894965416270194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SykfxsJ2mXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hYjUTfpgBYs/s400/Swine+flu+closeup.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I hope you enjoyed them! Until tomorrow (hopefully)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-6926228310347932835?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6926228310347932835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=6926228310347932835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6926228310347932835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6926228310347932835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/Sykfd-cRjVI/AAAAAAAAADs/GrtveB0lZ-Q/s72-c/Xmas+Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-777688612896221722</id><published>2009-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:13:48.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap...three posts in a row...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know how long this trend will continue, but let's just hope that it keeps up for a bit. :-) Anywho, my math final was a breeze, of course, I'm in &lt;em&gt;retard&lt;/em&gt; math so that's that. But anyway, I'm sure I got a good grade...at least not anything to drop my current average of 100% (permit me a boastful chuckle :-) ). My English final is next, which consists of a potluck while we sit around and enjoy each other's company. I have to say that I'm really going to miss these classes. I met some really great people and we had some &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; debates in class, especially seeing how our final paper was to watch &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt; and discuss our opinions on it based on the class discussions, which were eventful in themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'll have to put a picture of up of mine and Colleen's Xmas tree. It came out really nice this year and I - yes I, Christy - have been trying to artfully wrap presents. It's the first Xmas that I haven't been depressed or Colleen hasn't had a relative pass away so it's awesome this year. My roomie and I have really gotten into the spirit. We're even having a small pre-Xmas dinner get-together at my house so I'm really excited. Apparently I make fantastic ham, but the glaze is alot easier than I've really cared to tell my friends (I don't wanna let them down). Besides, if they have &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; story of me cooking that doesn't involve burning anything, a trip to the ER, or a visit from the fire department, that's good enough for me. Hopefully everyone makes it that's told me they're coming. If not, I guess it more ham for me! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anywho, my arms are sore from typing, the Wii and all sorts of other shenanigans so I shall bid adieu until the next time I blog...which will hopefully be soon....but you know me. These things happen in spurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;OH, I almost forgot to mention...I'm TOTALLY addicted this show on the Oxygen channel (yes, I know...I'm ashamed to admit it too) called Snapped where these women freak out and kill their husbands or boyfriends. I love murder mystery shows and shows like Unsolved Mysteries. I really wish that were still on...but with Robert Stack. He had the BEST creepy voice! Anywho, if you get a chance to check it out, you should. They have marathons on Sundays (usually) and this weekend I think it's the best of the black widows / golddiggers edition. Sweet canadian mullet there goes my Sunday! Thank goodness for DVR! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Until later folks, all is good from Mesa! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-777688612896221722?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/777688612896221722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=777688612896221722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/777688612896221722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/777688612896221722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-crapthree-posts-in-row.html' title='Holy crap...three posts in a row...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-736464925500240549</id><published>2009-12-14T00:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:26:42.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look! I actually blogged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SyX2ToZWZiI/AAAAAAAAADU/LgzcjMrxVzI/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415004944104580642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SyX2ToZWZiI/AAAAAAAAADU/LgzcjMrxVzI/s400/41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Hee hee...well, here I am..up at 1:17AM when I should be sleeping to prepare for my finals tomorrow, but of course, I'm up late. I'm had such an erratic sleep pattern lately. I don't know if it's just the winter weather but I feel like I just can't get enough sleep. Seeing as how I've done &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; but sleep this weekend, lack of sleep can't be the case. Well anyway, I think I'm going to call my doctor tomorrow and make "the appointment" I've been dreading...ladies, y'all know what I'm talking about. But more than just the usual violation, I think I may finally ask for a referral to a counselor or psychologist who specialized in certain kinds of trauma. For those of you who may be worried, don't be...it's just time for me to deal with some things in my life that I've been putting off for far too long. The more that I've been focusing on myself lately, the more I've realized that I need to get these issues resolved because I didn't realized how much my past effected me. So, a little work on the ol' past issues, and I'll be good to go. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the above pic of me &amp;amp; Lizzy, my little monkey. She just got her braces off and she's even more beautiful than she was before, which I didn't think was possible. She's driving now (GULP!) and Dad &amp;amp; I bought her first car for her for Xmas since she's been getting amazing grades and it becoming a star tennis player (no joke, she kicks serious ass!). I can't believe that she's graduating in May of 2011. It feels so close. And my graduation isn't too far away either! :-)&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/3113805643408669947-736464925500240549?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/736464925500240549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=736464925500240549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/736464925500240549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/736464925500240549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-look-i-actually-blogged.html' title='Hey look! I actually blogged!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SyX2ToZWZiI/AAAAAAAAADU/LgzcjMrxVzI/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-1226599063074641416</id><published>2009-12-11T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:22:23.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, I already know that I haven't written in awhile, which is another testament to my inability to keep a routine on anything that my DVR isn't responsible for. But I miss my two buddies who I know post on here more than anything, so I figured it's time to start blogging again. My mind has been racing with so many things anyway that until I find a good therapist that I don't have the urge to cut after a few sessions, I think that my blog will need to by my place to dump everything. Besides, I have alot of opinions, why not share them? Ok, so how am I feeling right now? Well, I'm tired.....very full after the company lunch of Oregano's.....tired.....nervous for finals......tired.....and tired. Yeah, that about sums it up. I think I'm going to log on later tonight and put some pictures on line to update everyone with the most important people in my life...me, my dogs, and my sissy...who is DRIVING if you can believe it! My sister is so beautiful and I can't wait to show everyone the pics! :-) To Jennie and Kimbe, I miss you both terribly and I'm sorry for being such an awful friend my not staying in touch more. I will try to do so because I am missing the two other members of the Redheaded Trio! I feel like I've lost my mojo! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-1226599063074641416?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/1226599063074641416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=1226599063074641416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/1226599063074641416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/1226599063074641416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-3759291830319874029</id><published>2009-04-01T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:09:57.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, so I suck at blogging....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have a new addiction....and it's called twitter! I LOVE IT! It's so blissfully random and ridiculous. For my buddies on this blog, be sure to visit me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/IamTheChingas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;www.twitter.com/IamTheChingas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;. AWESOME SAUCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-3759291830319874029?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3759291830319874029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=3759291830319874029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/3759291830319874029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/3759291830319874029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-so-i-suck-at-blogging.html' title='Yeah, so I suck at blogging....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-2813176093123115463</id><published>2009-01-25T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:41:46.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizzy is 16! Can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been a very bad blogger and haven't posted in a bit, I decided to make a few posts today. I got a new camera for my bday and have tons of pics and videos on it of my sister's 16th bday. Here are two that I hope you enjoy. The first one is of everyone singing Happy Bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fabb339c82553ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fabb339c82553ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F206C7FF97436A74F9D7AA5771F1FBD860628AE.843CE198A81408CFE1A1091A743DA7378EEDDE8A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fabb339c82553ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVRLQ7L30kKHi1hw2Gf2H7IGmQE8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fabb339c82553ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F206C7FF97436A74F9D7AA5771F1FBD860628AE.843CE198A81408CFE1A1091A743DA7378EEDDE8A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fabb339c82553ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVRLQ7L30kKHi1hw2Gf2H7IGmQE8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is of her hamming it up and showing off her Princess walk before she dives into her presents. :-) She's my little buttface!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1caeb67b53bf9b67" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1caeb67b53bf9b67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5740FA5D7529C466DA16C4CFDA9E99A90DB42D58.E33A9D78327EC83793C292233BE6622826D9539%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1caeb67b53bf9b67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmh6qqbtWx_NzFRtrx1va6C5xAgE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1caeb67b53bf9b67%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330018793%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5740FA5D7529C466DA16C4CFDA9E99A90DB42D58.E33A9D78327EC83793C292233BE6622826D9539%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1caeb67b53bf9b67%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmh6qqbtWx_NzFRtrx1va6C5xAgE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-2813176093123115463?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1caeb67b53bf9b67&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fabb339c82553ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/2813176093123115463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=2813176093123115463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/2813176093123115463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/2813176093123115463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/01/lizzy-is-16-can-you-believe-it.html' title='Lizzy is 16! Can you believe it?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-4342291342095727851</id><published>2009-01-25T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:09:08.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap...what a difference a few weeks make!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;My humblest apologies to any readers of this blog (all 2 of you) for my very evident lack of updating anything for a bit. It's been insane in my neck of the woods for a bit. I'm rolling out a new training program at work (going well so far) and I've been consumed with that professionally. Personally, I've been laying low and taking a much-needed interest in my personal health. I bought myself some personal training sessions for Xmas and so far, it's really going well. I'm just taking everything one day at a time and not setting myself up for failure but trying to achieve unrealistic expectations. I can't be one of those people who eat nothing but bread and water - but I also can't maintain my current menu of various fast food restaurants because I don't feel like cooking. So I've been compromising - I've given up all fast food and soda, but I'm allowing myself the simple pleasures of food, like butter and not forcing myself to eat only light or fat free foods. I know myself when it comes to food, and limiting myself too much backfires horribly and I end up eating twice as much and wondering why I've gained so much weight. So far, the newer approach is working. I get frustrated sometimes that I don't lose more than 1.5 to 2 pounds a week, but I hear that it's normal and the best part is....it's staying off. So, at my last weight in, I was 375.4 and I have 4.6 pounds to go before losing my first ten pounds. I've also put together a rewards poster for things I will do for myself when I hit certain milestones. At five pounds, it was new shoes; at ten pounds, it's a haircut. So, I'm very excited to weigh in tomorrow and see if I'm any closer to getting this mug cut and styled. So far, I've set my reward list at 200 pounds. I know I need to lose more than that, but I figure that 200 pounds is a huge accomplishment, so I'm just setting my sites there for right now. Here is the full list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;15 pounds - new blouse ($25 limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;20 pounds - new bathing suit for summer (they make these really nifty slimming suits that I want really bad!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;30 pounds - new pants ($75 limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;40 pounds - massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;50 pounds - $300 shopping spree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;60 pounds - Salon day (mani pedi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;65 pounds - new shoes ($100 limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;70 pounds - salon day (facial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;80 pounds - new outfit ($150 limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;90 pounds - $200 accessory shopping (heehee...purses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;100 pounds - full spa pamper (the works) plus another shopping spree (5 full outfits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;110 pounds - complete hair makeover including color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;120 pounds - massage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;130 pounds - luxurious bedsheets (egyptain cotton baby!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;140 pounds - shopping spree ($200 limit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;150 pounds - 1st article of LAMB clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;200 pounds - put down payment on trip to Paris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I've also decided that if when I reach my goal weight of 150 pounds (because seriously...a real woman needs some meat on her bones), I'm going to get a tattoo of 231 on my wrist to signify how much weight I lost from my heaviest point and to look at my wrist whenever I want to be really bad and remind myself of how far I've come. I'm so excited for this journey to keep going! I hope you all will wish me luck and send me encouragement because we all know how much I love Olive Garden's alfredo and that is no bueno for this girl! Also, if you have any better suggestions for rewards from 150 - 200 or 200 - 231 - let me know. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-4342291342095727851?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4342291342095727851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=4342291342095727851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4342291342095727851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4342291342095727851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-crapwhat-difference-few-weeks-make.html' title='Holy crap...what a difference a few weeks make!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-8935337718502556361</id><published>2009-01-04T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:10:52.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For Jennie! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There are 117,637 people in the U.S. with the first name Christy.&lt;br /&gt;Statistically the 477th most popular first name.&lt;br /&gt;More than 99.9 percent of people with the first name Christy are female.&lt;br /&gt;Names similar to Christy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howmanyofme.com/search/?sur=lindsay&amp;amp;given=christiana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Christiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howmanyofme.com/search/?sur=lindsay&amp;amp;given=christine"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I found this HILARIOUS! It explains a lot about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There are 36,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;666&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; people in the U.S. with the last name Lindsay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ROCK IT OUT! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-8935337718502556361?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8935337718502556361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=8935337718502556361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8935337718502556361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8935337718502556361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-ones-for-jennie.html' title='This One&apos;s For Jennie! :-)'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-3291248698109558914</id><published>2009-01-04T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:08:28.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So...feeling kinda lazy today. Just woke up and felt the need to blog I guess. Right now I find myself very pensive over the past few days. While the New Year does hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of promise, it started out with HUGE drama for me. For those that know me, you know that I rarely cry. Some have even speculated to the fact if I was even born with tear ducts. Well, the last few days have proved otherwise. Have you ever believed in something so much that you associated that belief with your personal values....and you cherished that belief so much that you kept it near and dear to your heart? Well, what happens when that belief turns out to be a massive lie and everything that you valued comes crashing down around you? If this seems to be a bit cryptic, I'm intending it to be. For those of you that don't know, I had someone in my life completely betray my trust and it's been hard for me to swallow. I'm doing fine, so please don't worry, but just know that I'm coping with something right now that is foreign to me and I'm trying to make sure that I handle it properly. It's just so hard to look at someone and think that everything that you thought you knew is a fallacy and that you can no longer trust this person....a person you let into your life and helped in the direst of circumstances, only to be taken advantage of for such an unbelievable amount of time. While I'm still very excited for the future events of the New Year to unfold, I'm just amazed at how exhausting it can be to maintain the relationships in your life when you just want to be alone enough to think things over....and when you're too exhausted to juggle so much. Well, I think I'm going to go back to bed and see if I can actually sleep for another hour or two. When in doubt...or overloaded with things to sort out...the only thing I can think to do is to sleep as long as possible and recharge. Until later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-3291248698109558914?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/3291248698109558914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=3291248698109558914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/3291248698109558914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/3291248698109558914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-chillin.html' title='Just Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-8586132170253901884</id><published>2009-01-01T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:24:40.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY FING 2009 BITCHES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Good god almighty WELCOME to a NEW YEAR! Honestly, I had a pretty good year in 2008, but I am so freakin excited to welcome 2009. It's been such a tumultuous year for the majority of those close to me and I'm anxious for them to have a bit of an absolution. Anyway, as far as New Years Resolutions go (and I love the way Jennie did hers...here's to you sassy lady!)...I'm going two traditional ones and 1 not so traditional. Of course, I want to lose weight and get out of debt...but it's more than that. I want to make it sound like a goal and way of life rather than a negative insurmountable task....I want to be healthier and be more responsible with my money. The biggest resolution that I have is to LOVE MYSELF MORE. I never take care of myself the way I take care of others. I want to make myself a priority and focus on more "me" time. I want to learn to be comfortable in my own skin and enjoy being alone. Take take for what I need and listen to myself more.....better yet...just TRUST myself more. Maybe it's sounds selfish but OH WELL...call me selfish then. It's about damn time for me...that's for sure. I also want to love myself enough to stand up for myself more when bad influences are around me and trying to make me feel inadequate. I wish for every one of those closest to me...find more time this year to make yourself more healthy....physically (of course), but more importantly.....make yourself spiritually and EMOTIONALLY healthy. Also, if you have the chance...read &lt;u&gt;YOU! Being Beautiful.&lt;/u&gt;  You won't be disappointed! Oh, and go see &lt;em&gt;YES MAN&lt;/em&gt;! I'm going today for the second time...speaking of which....gotta go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Miss you already Kimbe! It was great to see you on Xmas eve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-8586132170253901884?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8586132170253901884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=8586132170253901884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8586132170253901884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8586132170253901884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-fing-2009-bitches.html' title='HAPPY FING 2009 BITCHES!!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-4521878740194278295</id><published>2008-12-28T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:43:36.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA! I actually blogged today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Miracle of miracles...I'm actually blogging on two consecutive days...I know...I know...no applause necessary. Anyway, today has been a VERY lazy day. I was supposed to go to Flagstaff, but I've still had this narly cough that I can't get rid of (thank you AZ winters!) so I figured it best to stay home and nurse myself. I've been trying to watch all of the movies in my DVD library in alphabetical order for quite some time now and so far, I'm in the Rs. I watched Rent and Requiem for A Dream. Nice &amp;amp; depressing on this beautiful Sunday.....at least I got to watch Jared Leto...mmmm yummy....that man is GORGEOUS! :-) Anywho, getting ready to eat lunch and watch Runaway Bride. At least there is a comedy in my future. I hope I at least try to clean the house today....probably not. Heehee. Later maters! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-4521878740194278295?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4521878740194278295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=4521878740194278295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4521878740194278295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4521878740194278295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/12/ha-i-actually-blogged-today.html' title='HA! I actually blogged today'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-818411485350079204</id><published>2008-12-27T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:09:52.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time...No Blog...Sowie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;So if&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SVbq9rrA7LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K-2W74PifW4/s1600-h/Yes+Man+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669558181915826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SVbq9rrA7LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K-2W74PifW4/s320/Yes+Man+Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt; you have the chance at all, make sure to go see &lt;u&gt;YES MAN.&lt;/u&gt; In a word....HYSTERICAL. I have never laughed so hard at a movie. I know that the reviews were pretty sucktacular...but I found it to be otherwise...I thoroughly enjoyed it..obviously, or I wouldn't be writing about it. A doy! Anywho, it's a really easy going comedy so go in with low expectations. I actually bought the book today because I hear it's even funnier than the movie...and IMHO, that would certainly be a feat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So, yeah....haven't blogged in awhile. Lots of goings on. Rather than paraphrase everything (for those of you that are reading...if I felt okay enough with telling you everything that's happened...then you know), I'm just going to brush over it all and get back to myself. I'm so tired of all of the drama in my life with my family. My sister and I are happily enjoying an awesome relationship, and my father and I are starting to get along again...or so I thought. But man, other than my sister, I seriously don't care to deal with anyone in my family. You know, I've spent the most part of the past five years trying to get their approval and killing myself inside when I don't meet their standards. And I'm sick of it. I'm not a bad person - sure I've made some mistakes, but I've never done anything to warrant being treated like I'm a fucking sorry excuse for a human being. I'm constantly treated like an outcast in my family. Any yet, I'm the ONLY one with a stable job, good income, good friends, and without "baby daddies" and "baby mommas". I'm not on the stripper pole like another cousin of mine and I pay all of my bills and my taxes...yet I'm the fucking ingrate out of everyone. It's just such a fucking double-standard. And I've constantly given the lesser important family members in my life the power to hurt me or make me feel like less than what I am. So I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anywho, back to the Yes Man movie....yes, I still think it's awesome! It really got me thinking. I started wondering about how many times I've missed on awesome opportunities because I said no to something. Usually I say no because I don't want to go out since I hate the way I look....but sometimes I really just want to stay at home and feel sorry for myself. How sad is that? I have absolutely nothing to feel sorry for, and yet I'd rather stay in and watch Judge Judy re-runs rather than get out there and live my life. While I seriously doubt that I will adopt the Yes Man ideology...I'm sure it wouldn't hurt for me to get out there and enjoy myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Other than what I've mentioned above, nothing really new. Same job, same friends, same great dogs. I really want to put a video of Stitch and Elliot getting into their stocking. If I can figure out how, I'll be sure to post them. Until then, I'll leave you with this absolutely adorable picture of my gorgeous sister on the night of her first big formal dance. She is so damn beautiful! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284672620332917490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SVbtv7EtIvI/AAAAAAAAADE/tWsFiwu95Kk/s400/Liz+Dance+37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-818411485350079204?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/818411485350079204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=818411485350079204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/818411485350079204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/818411485350079204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-timeno-blogsowie.html' title='Long Time...No Blog...Sowie'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SVbq9rrA7LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/K-2W74PifW4/s72-c/Yes+Man+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-4242437144350179565</id><published>2008-06-26T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:43:29.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SGRFXCrDHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IAHd_dk3u7Y/s1600-h/carmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216370530558614674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SGRFXCrDHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IAHd_dk3u7Y/s400/carmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's be awhile since I've written....I've just been so damn busy. Anywho, decided to join Weight Watchers. It's been successful for so many people and I think that it's a good idea. I've tried it before, but I didn't put any effort into it. I haven't eaten that great this week (actually I've been ok except for last night and today). I figure it's going to take time. Anywho, I'm off to try and do a Carmen Electra DVD cuz it looks like FUN! Yeah, I'm not a stripper or would I ever want to be, but her DVDs look like so much fun. I like dancing. Anywho....I'll let you know how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more personal note, I like a boy....I can't help it. He's so freakin adorable and I just want to squish his damn face off. Problem is....I suck and I won't do anything about it. I'd rather worship from afar and just imagine about it when I go to sleep at night...and I don't even mean that in a naughty way....well, maybe a teeny bit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-4242437144350179565?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/4242437144350179565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=4242437144350179565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4242437144350179565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/4242437144350179565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SGRFXCrDHJI/AAAAAAAAABw/IAHd_dk3u7Y/s72-c/carmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-6998329804007377578</id><published>2008-06-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:01:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;So, nothing new to report this week. I haven't started any weight loss plans...if anything, I've gotten worse with my diet. I didn't do any exercise....and I've been feeling pretty burnt out lately. Even though it seems like the spirits are shining down upon me lately (review week was a tremendous success)...I can't help but feel that my present situation is the MOTHER of all oxymorons. I don't know if it's depression, or a deep seeding worry of not having anything to worry about. I am almost terrified to lose weight because it's the ONLY thing in my life that I hate. Once the weight is off, I won't have an excuse for my life's shortcomings anymore. I won't have that "whipping boy" that my weight provides. My weight has always been the tried and true reason for everything....without that cushion (literally), I feel like I'll be so exposed to my own inadequacies. This can't be a healthy way to live, mentally, at least. How can you want something so desperately...yet not want it at the same time? How does this make sense? Well, I guess my consistency in life is that I don't make sense. I think that my deep need to be accepted by others (which I WISH with everything in my heart that I could just get over) is perpetuated by my weight. If people don't like me, it has to be the weight. Without the weight, it's a character flaw and I know that having that kind of reason would devastate me. I wonder if this kind of neediness declines as your waistline gets smaller. God I hope so. Well, my goal has been moved up to October 14th because I'm going on a business trip to Ohio for 2 days and I really don't want to have to use an extender. I guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and make my life happen, starting today. God I'm tired..... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-6998329804007377578?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/6998329804007377578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=6998329804007377578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6998329804007377578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/6998329804007377578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-week-update.html' title='First Week Update'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-8962223521906852091</id><published>2008-05-31T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T12:28:03.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sex and the City Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SEGjCHfU2eI/AAAAAAAAABA/PRUdtHTuCXA/s1600-h/SATC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206621900982508002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SEGjCHfU2eI/AAAAAAAAABA/PRUdtHTuCXA/s320/SATC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I hope everyone who reads this (probably nobody, but oh well!) went out and paid homage to the world's four favorite girls! I just love this show and the movie didn't disappoint. I actually went out with my mom and it was aLOT of fun. It's amazing how well you get along with someone in your family once you're not living with them anymore. I always used to think that my stepmom was just another evil bitch....but as I grew older and removed the perpetual stick in my ass left over from my teen years, I really came to appreciate my stepmom. She's awesome and I adore her. She's a real woman....someone who I can only hope to become more like if I ever take the plunge and procreate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to my weight. I weighed in today because I figure that I can count today as my first day toward a better life. I have a tiny bit over six months until my Florida vacation (181 days to be exact) and my big goal has been decided: I want to be able to get on an airplane and use the seat belt provided WITHOUT an extender. It seems like such a ridiculous thing....unless you've been in the moment where you have to ask the C U Next Tuesday of a stewardess for a seat belt extender and she looks at you as if you have taken a dump in the aisle in the plane and are getting ready to eat it. Ok, I know...that was pretty gross and graphic...but anyone who's been in this situation would agree with me that that's pretty accurate. I also don't want to have to go to the Disney World resort and plan out my trip according to what rides I can and can't fit in. That sucks ass as it is right now. My official weight as of today is 362 or as I call it...H O L Y  S H I T! It hurts like a motherfer.....but it's ok. It's going to go down and that is that! I had oreos last night.....I've really got to throw those sadistic bitches out pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3113805643408669947-8962223521906852091?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8962223521906852091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=8962223521906852091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8962223521906852091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8962223521906852091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-sex-and-city-weekend.html' title='Happy Sex and the City Weekend!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SEGjCHfU2eI/AAAAAAAAABA/PRUdtHTuCXA/s72-c/SATC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3113805643408669947.post-8489609420600848542</id><published>2008-05-29T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:27:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD9yFHfU2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ciBiWHWvp5c/s1600-h/Biggest+Loser+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206005126498933106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD9yFHfU2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ciBiWHWvp5c/s320/Biggest+Loser+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ever seen the movie &lt;em&gt;Network&lt;/em&gt;? The part where the main dude starts losing his mind and starts going "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"? That's where I am right now. I am 26 years old and over 350 pounds....and I don't know how I got here. Oh sure, I know how....but why? Why did I get here? It seems that just yesterday I was wearing everything in my closet and now my options are limited to "kinda fits", "sausage fest", "circus tents" and "muumuus". Again, how the HELL did I get here? I', so disgusted with myself. I thought that I was happy with myself...I can live with being big; I have great friends &amp;amp; a great job so who cares....blah blah blah. But today, it hit me. I was straightening up the living room and bent over, and about killed myself. Between the rush of blood to my head and the shortness of breath, I could barely pick up the stuff off the floor! 26 YEAR OLDS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????  I'll tell you how. 30-45% of my income goes to food, and we're not even talking groceries. I'm talking fast food, eating at restaurants, ordering in....45% of my income. I could have bought a car AND put a down payment on a house by now, especially with the conditions the housing market is in right. Oh yeah...I bought a house...I'M THE HOUSE!!!! I'm done with this. I want to be able to breathe! I want to be able to play tennis and racquetball with my sister and not have to fake an injury because I simply can't stop panting and I feel like my ass is going to light on fire from the amount of rubbing together that my thighs are doing. I want to feel good and LOOK good.I want to shop at places like Charlotte Rousse and Forever 21 because stuff there is DIRT CHEAP! IT'S EXPENSIVE TO BE THIS FAT!! I want to go out and dance and shake my ass without knocking out the people behind me with my current ass! I want my life back. And I want to fall hopelessly in love and have children. That's all I want in life....and I can't do it now with the way things are. We I have to change and it has to happen now. No more oreos.&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/3113805643408669947-8489609420600848542?l=nomoreoreos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/feeds/8489609420600848542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3113805643408669947&amp;postID=8489609420600848542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8489609420600848542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3113805643408669947/posts/default/8489609420600848542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomoreoreos.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-me-now.html' title='This is me now'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15916323896806678117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD92CXfU2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PK7EQkxOIkY/S220/DSC00317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mm3OMkvynm4/SD9yFHfU2XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ciBiWHWvp5c/s72-c/Biggest+Loser+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
