tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58475781606966448272024-03-05T03:16:18.188-05:00too much of a good thing is wonderful.the daily eats of a boarding school student with no kitchen.emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-66629238359690420382009-08-10T16:48:00.002-04:002009-08-10T16:54:08.509-04:00tumblr!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I'd really love for you girls to check out my flower-quote blog at:</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">http://rise-fall.tumblr.com/</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">thank you! ♥</span><br /></span></div>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-87209030104923872652009-08-07T00:25:00.002-04:002009-08-07T00:38:01.702-04:00hey guys! :) since I last posted, I've done a lot of... soul searching, that's the best word for it... and I've discovered a few things.<br /><br /><ul><li>This blog has helped me tremendously. All of you that leave me comments are such wonderful, caring people and I doubt I could have made so much progress without you. Thank ya'll so much. ♥<br /><br /></li><li>I love photography so much. If you've read my blog for a long time, you're probably aware of how much I love taking pictures of flowers. If I had to fill out a form asking about my hobbies, I'd definitely list "photographing flowers" first. I've decided to open up a flickr account so I can expose my pictures to a larger audience. I think I might even start a blog that features pictures of my flower and an inspirational quote in every post. :]<br /><br /></li><li>Blogging about my recovery is only a temporary solution. It helps me only as much as I post. If I don't post every day, I'm tempted to go back to ED tendencies. I can't keep posting forever, so I've decided to go out and find a new solution to ED. I'm going to stop blogging, perhaps not forever, but forever as in regards to recovery. ED does not have total control of my life and I think blogging about my struggles and conflicts gives him a lot more power over me than is healthy. I love sharing my food with you guys and it really does motivate me to eat healthier, but, like I said, I can't keep posting forever. "Too Much Of A Good Thing Is Wonderful" has reached the end of its run. I can't thank all ya'll readers enough.<br /></li></ul>So! With all that, this is it. :) I'd love to keep in touch with ya'll, so find me on facebook (it's new!) or send me an email (pullingstrings07@aol.com). I'll keep you posted on what other blog related things I do.<br /><br />Thank you and goodnight. ♥emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-16129224609218600102009-07-16T14:44:00.001-04:002009-07-16T14:44:47.105-04:00letting go is one way of saying I love you.<p>Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been around lately.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and I think that I’m going to take a little break from blogging, at least during the summer. I’ve hit a bit of a rough patch lately and I feel like I can probably handle it a little better without blogging. I really appreciate the support that all you girls provide and it’s helped me so much. =)<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sl9044qi9UI/AAAAAAAABJ4/xT9LaroRZRc/s1600-h/3726768662_9d440e04ab_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3726768662_9d440e04ab_b" border="0" alt="3726768662_9d440e04ab_b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sl91EyqFsTI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Mx7MDxHYl_w/3726768662_9d440e04ab_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="454" height="307" /></a></p> <p align="center">I hope ya’ll have a lovely summer. <br />I hope to be back soon. <br />mucho amor.  <br />♥ Emily</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-63325622484297212352009-06-17T20:02:00.003-04:002009-06-17T20:08:19.611-04:00gimme a break!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">gimme a break!<br />break me off a piece of that</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> kit</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">kat </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">bar!</span><br /></div><br />tehe. That song is priceless. It makes you happy just hearing it.<br /><br />But, on that subject, I'm going to be taking a little bit of a break. Here recently I've been pretty bombarded with things and I don't really have the strength to post everyday.<br /><br />No need to worry, I'm fine.<br />I always love the support you girls give me. Thanks so much! ♥<br /><br />Enjoy your summer.<br />I'll be back soon!emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-2377874121790240432009-06-15T13:00:00.001-04:002009-06-15T13:00:10.302-04:00as fast as a speeding bullet.<p>Quickie update!</p> <p>Remember those <a href="http://emilyann2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/country-cookin.html">grilled peaches</a> I had a few weeks back? Well, this past weekend, they got published on <a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/search/honey+thyme+grilled+peaches/1">TasteSpotting</a> and <a href="http://photograzing.seriouseats.com/2009/06/honey-thyme-grilled-peaches.html">Photograzing</a>! :]</p> <p>And a follow up to the fusion cuisine of the ‘shroom wontons-</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjZ9_B3RNdI/AAAAAAAABJI/yTahbpQWMV8/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3DukuMRBKZFGO44hDYOTo9xcArNznRKNsxdUG6qJ1qkJYEn3vkIbLCDIB0GCWTVCVklIDRrtVzXYmjWQR9GAUAjH_1WvWqS-9I95kjWhdzzQ51kYRSPrpeG2Mvf24GofnS9xEb6FjIbu/?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a>mushroom cups with bean and cheese filling.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKTtOvZ0up91AxSFzV2gIfq5sI98Fn-tLfRMf86VeLq6CU-NmRV5J0KuUOZHlFQEmYiGcHhaV2uVftjw2TtNSEF8Kh1vlMo5u4McDbYqy3FwA3K6CbU2orqNT5soPK-P96VLoBx3mefr4/s1600-h/004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="004" border="0" alt="004" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjZ-Cdt3smI/AAAAAAAABJU/J2JPwJUK1ls/004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="320" /></a></p> <p align="left">The ‘cups’ are actually baked wonton wrappers, an idea I got from this <a href="http://almostbourdain.blogspot.com/2009/06/peking-duck-cocktail-wantons.html">post</a>. They are quite yummy! If I were to make them again though, I wouldn’t use black beans and cheese, but rather spinach and cheese. I feel like I eat too much of that combo though, so the beans were a welcome change. :D </p> <p align="left">And, return of the ice cream!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjZ-FHuEFPI/AAAAAAAABJY/60NZkPst_TA/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="002" border="0" alt="002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjZ-GIxxqKI/AAAAAAAABJc/QrNr00GOuaw/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a> vanilla ice cream with honey and ginger.</p> <p align="left">Best. ice. cream. <em><strong><font size="4">ever</font></strong></em>.</p> <p>Even though it’s really hot outside, I want to make some double chocolate cookies. Ohh, and maybe some home made ice cream to go with it!</p> <p>Problem is… I have no ice cream maker. :( <br />Anybody know of a good brand or have a recommendation? Pretty sure I’ll be heading to Walmart to pick one up for dirt cheap and see what I can do with it.</p> <p>have a nice afternoon! enjoy the nice summer weather. ♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-40877680899301448682009-06-12T18:03:00.001-04:002009-06-12T18:03:05.467-04:00there must be mushrooms in my head.<p>After seeing Morgan’s yummy <a href="http://dancingtorecovery.blogspot.com/2009/06/savor-life.html">tortellini</a>, I was inspired to create my own. Grabbing the past due wonton wrappers (June 8, oh no!), here’s my ode to the delicious mushroom….</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLPj1lcYKI/AAAAAAAABIM/qSw7_0Wkt7c/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="007" border="0" alt="007" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLPk5zPi1I/AAAAAAAABIQ/c94JuA3pt2Y/007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="008" border="0" alt="008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRcIPbcDhxdjC6rOiZ0HiUPBQ7NJoPH51l7B6OJ-koVenutjFvz1Cidvnzoea6e70tzvI4jBvQ2B-MMqCRx9_09euyeAAw2PphDXY7mBx4SBFSZtUdAjjQi50A9a5I1qFMRT__85PSQRjP/?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLP0tVx1_I/AAAAAAAABIY/KKmnTG9wHdQ/s1600-h/006%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="006" border="0" alt="006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQGzjsFNI/AAAAAAAABIc/bvEGyzS2GVg/006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a><font size="5"><strong>  <br />‘Shroom Wontons <br /></strong></font><em>1 package of button mushrooms <br />1/3 cup of queso fresco (mexican food store, tasty!) <br />12 – 16 wonton wrappers <br />water</em></p> <p align="left">1) Steam mushrooms and drain. Cut them up into as small as you’d like pieces. <br />2) Mix mushrooms with crumbled queso fresco. <br />3) Spoon a bit of the mixture into the center of the wrapper and fold however you’d like. (mine are sorta, kinda like a wonton) <br />4) Steam or boil until wrappers are transparent. <br />5) Enjoy! :)</p> <p align="left">Lately, I’ve been a little behind in the land of food pictures, but don’t despair! I have plenty food porn for your viewing pleasure.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQKpJfVbI/AAAAAAAABIg/uQZ1-e28G18/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="005" border="0" alt="005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQLgVxl8I/AAAAAAAABIk/YukErxq5KmY/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a> spinach & cheese quesadilla.</p> <p></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQOZBoCYI/AAAAAAAABIo/cpQ_ab0xcNM/s1600-h/001%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQPygq_3I/AAAAAAAABIs/HySLxmu0FV4/001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a> blueberry yogurt smoothie.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQS1oVTSI/AAAAAAAABIw/uZxW9AM_TAQ/s1600-h/004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="004" border="0" alt="004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQT2FkaiI/AAAAAAAABI0/M7aIFdIImrw/004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="320" /></a> zucchini slop jar with <a href="http://www.penzeys.com/cgi-bin/penzeys/p-penzeysgreekseas.html">greek seasoning</a>.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQVmbxYlI/AAAAAAAABI4/R1ST5Hp7dc0/s1600-h/002%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="002" border="0" alt="002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQW18KO4I/AAAAAAAABI8/evFZlihAnVI/002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="320" /></a> buffalo burgers with onion rings and steamed spinach.</p> <p>These past three days, I’ve been busy cleaning out the family kitchen. I started out with the spice cabinet and ended with the closet cabinet. Wow. It. was. fun. It really helped me space out and just chill. </p> <p>However, I made a startling discovery.</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw4Ones_Dg_ocjqNEFbqaqImPrBNtTnRkzeTEnbJYYqvvEAUZnZ-Vmleb-XviRplQxLVWRnJ8PEkuHUD4iu1WtFyQsh1drgxHp8EGi38k9eyQMGhBRepBs7AhIdp7VWajsAcYoy2SLhmwJ/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjLQj4_L1HI/AAAAAAAABJE/UOQbqzefwhM/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a> we have much jello. <br />it’s taken over.</p> <p align="left">We have a total of 10 jello boxes. It’s scary. Who knew that one place could have so much jello, except a grocery store?!</p> <p>Note to self: trash the jello.</p> ♥ emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-91833598891324568792009-06-10T22:43:00.001-04:002009-06-10T22:43:18.192-04:00you’re like my favorite underwear.<p>As much as I’d love to take credit for that title up there, I can’t. That wonderful phrase is courtesy of Liz Phair and her song “Favorite”.</p> <p>The song is the inspiration for my post tonight, full of my favorite things! Following my post from the other day about my favorite summer fashion, I wanted to share some of my –other- favorite things, besides clothes and, of course, emgurt!</p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="5">my favorite shoes (that I own):</font></strong><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvFW99jlI/AAAAAAAABHc/truPr_UPCmk/s1600-h/010%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="010" border="0" alt="010" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvGSKVRTI/AAAAAAAABHg/wD9_qLbpmuA/010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="320" /></a> the hobbit shoes.</p> <p>I felt the need to put “that I own” after that because if I could have any shoes in the world, it’d definitely be the sandals I wrote about in my last post. Buttt! On to the shoes I’ve got…. <br />It’s true, when I where these, people call me tinker bell, but that’s no reason why I can’t love them. They’re so comfy! Best thing about them? I’m allowed to wear them during the school day, according to the school’s dress code! :) I really want to find some cheap black ones and put pyramid studs on them or get a pair of white ones and sharpie the bad boys!</p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="5">my favorite drink:</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvIbYmy-I/AAAAAAAABHk/oQCR8qy_QZw/s1600-h/izze%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="izze" border="0" alt="izze" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvJBnzqtI/AAAAAAAABHo/TxlzZRKetGw/izze_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="240" /></a>IZZE! the best fruity flavor there is! (besides fruit, of course!)</p> <p align="left">ED never liked the idea of drinking calories- it was a “waste”- so soda and juices were out of the question. IZZE beats down that stupid ED idea and is really wonderful. I love their Blueberry and Pear flavors. Too bad they’re so hard to find around here.</p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="5">my favorite band:</font></strong><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvKprm_2I/AAAAAAAABHs/gVsW_jqh_r8/s1600-h/FamilyForce5-06-big%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="FamilyForce5-06-big" border="0" alt="FamilyForce5-06-big" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvL5tC1HI/AAAAAAAABHw/z-h98z3ZqLY/FamilyForce5-06-big_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a>family force 5 </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>No matter what anybody says, I love these guys. Their music just makes me want to dance. Doesn’t hurt that they’re from Georgia either. ;)</p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="5">my favorite flower:</font></strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvOH6Jc8I/AAAAAAAABH0/-SVlk_8Z_qU/s1600-h/171%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="171" border="0" alt="171" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvO4EbhcI/AAAAAAAABH4/l0DlIDJkxmU/171_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" height="240" /></a>the daffodil</p> <p>Ya’ll might have noticed, but I have a tiny, really small, minute love of flowers. Out of all that I’ve seen or heard of (or taken pictures of), the daffodil is, by far, my favorite. </p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="5">my favorite clothing brand:</font></strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvPVyAH7I/AAAAAAAABH8/dTwLZLFHATM/s1600-h/header_bg2009may%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="header_bg2009may" border="0" alt="header_bg2009may" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvPrSrEkI/AAAAAAAABIA/N-2NDWvgyro/header_bg2009may_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="307" height="81" /></a> free people, the headquarters of boho, free spirited style.</p> <p></p> <p>One day, after I’ve made billions from the mass marketing of emgurt creations, I will be able to afford the gorgeous dresses that Free People sells. Until then, I’ll be searching the racks of Plato’s Closet for one. </p> <p align="center">and of course (this is a food blog, after all!) <br /><strong><font size="5">my favorite food!</font></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5BRq878PibTJ11-GFoBZW-kcCRvRG_NeFMCNTpN14bUR3QphB1FvD8xEhXuPGhpVLtCNaz8NNVqHByzynhIU2k4bLjzymhLMH82YvffZD7QfAf5ZylggjzciMxpD5KQonimcP5oSPvjb/s1600-h/hn-pinkberry-yogurt%5B2%5D.jpg"></a><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto" title="hn-pinkberry-yogurt" border="0" alt="hn-pinkberry-yogurt" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SjBvRFFK9RI/AAAAAAAABII/Sbwf06NIVeA/hn-pinkberry-yogurt_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="241" height="240" /></p> <p align="center">  yogurt!</p> <p align="left">What’s more delicious than plain ole yogurt? Greek yogurt. <br />What’s more delicious than Greek yogurt? Fro-yo! :D <br />All yogurt is delicious, the creamier and thicker, the better! Drizzle some honey on or top it off with some blackberries- the possibilities are endless. It doesn’t end with the toppings, there are so many different flavors of yogurt that  to try them all in one lifetime is impossible. (Won’t stop me from trying!)</p> <p>Alright, I’m off to watch The Clique, which, by the way, was filmed at my school! :)</p> <p>I’ll get to commentin’ tomorrow morning. <br />Night girlies! ♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-2651569439421718592009-06-05T11:49:00.000-04:002009-06-06T00:19:41.993-04:00ring ring ring, banana phone!<p>I’m so glad that my summer style was so well liked! I hope to see some of your styles too. :)</p> <p>Today, I was in a very creative mood, which translates into recipe experimenting. Combine that with my interest in Greek food and the result? <font size="6"></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="6">Dolmathes!</font></p> <p align="center"><font size="2">But with a really odd twist. I don’t have access to grape leaves (they’re $10 for a jar in the store!) so I turned to the only alternative I could think of.<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SintY_sNkwI/AAAAAAAABGE/sX86NIUfgsQ/s1600-h/muscadines_2_dt2m%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="muscadines_2_dt2m" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="muscadines_2_dt2m" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SintlU8zIOI/AAAAAAAABGI/mDRzOCQw9yI/muscadines_2_dt2m_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="283" border="0" /></a>Muscadine leaves, fresh of the vine!</font></p> <p align="left">The leaves are much smaller than the grape ones but they worked just as well… that is, after I blanched them, froze them, speedily pickled them, steamed them, and then finally doused them in olive oil for thirty minutes. They were way too starchy and bitter, but the combined effort seemed to finally turn them into the delicious wrapping for my dolmathes. I’m sure that if you have more patience than I did, you’ll only need to use one of those methods. Here’s the muscadine-version, in case you too are short of grape leaves:</p> <p align="left"><em>6 muscadine leaves (the biggest you can find; prepare by one of </em><a href="http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/544801"><em>these ways</em></a><em>) <br />1/2 cup of short-grain white rice <br />1 tablespoon of feta cheese <br />1/4 cup of chopped sautéed onions <br />olive oil <br />salt <br />makes 6 “dolmathes”  (dolmas or whatever you call them!) <br /></em>1) Once you prepared the muscadine leaves, lay them out on a flat surface. <br />2) Mix the rice, cheese, onions, a little salt, and a spoonful of olive oil together. <br />3) Place a small amount of the mixture on the middle of the leaf. Take the top and bottom part of the leaf and place them together. Then slowly roll the leaf until it forms the familiar dolmathe shape. <br />4) Skewer about three of your “dolmathes” on a toothpick and place in a cup or bowl. Pour enough olive oil into the container so it covers the dolmathes and sprinkle in some salt. Let them soak for about ten to fifteen minutes. <br />5) After soaking, remove them and dab off any excess olive oil. Enjoy! :)</p> <p align="left">Here’s the finished product with my signature sweet potato side. :)</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sint4xlpMKI/AAAAAAAABGM/tk4NBeg00fc/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuG22JRrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/LzZw0Bdzi9U/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuIxkfDmI/AAAAAAAABGU/SAt9OhKjDlU/s1600-h/007%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="007" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuKGobVNI/AAAAAAAABGY/UJoKyjmMDGE/007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>  <br />Even though it took my a little while to get the right flavor and texture for the muscadine leaves so they were like grape leave, I really enjoyed them. I don’t know how much time you girls have, but if you’re bored one day, try this out. I hope muscadine leaves are easy for you to find!</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center">Another thing I came up with today that you’ll probably more interested in? <br /><font size="4"><strong>The Perfect Banana Ice Cream Smoothie!</strong></font></p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuM8mNZ1I/AAAAAAAABGc/EGhr8k9hBTI/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuNynL1MI/AAAAAAAABGg/cMnZzo_vFjg/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a><em> 1 banana <br />4 scoops of vanilla ice cream <br />5 ice cubes <br />1/2 cup of milk <br />a dash of cinnamon <br />makes 2-3 servings</em> <br />1) Blend it up! It’s delicious and filling so enjoy!</p> <p align="left">I really feel like I accomplished a lot today. I woke up a little earlier and made pancakes!</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuQE5CyQI/AAAAAAAABGk/w6wDJsxvqUs/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7k0cs78iYlTP5VY_Jdhm1J-vkhYs4rrUD3lOxXYANN9cAlznOtqIjN7dZgcEwC-__96M2H424iHGG9fst2sejIcjnYCA84RzcxqRtAURCOGqlVc1JdenpGMX64xwORBZD3WrEJ7_wZLx/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">buttermilk pancakes with fruit and honey yogurt.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuUAzksbI/AAAAAAAABGs/cETliJJ2Jyw/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SinuVkY30AI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cn-tzu551c4/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p>I’m not really a breakfast person. It’s not ED related or anything but I just never liked breakfast, unless grits count, but even then. This changed my mind. Pancakes are so yummy! :)</p> <p>I spent a lot of time picking in the garden today.  There were so many zucchini and beans, ready for pickin’! It was mad cloudy today so it wasn’t hot or anything, but, boy, that bending really tuckers a girl out! My eyelids are closing as we speak… or as I type and you read! :) I was so exhilarated while I was picking today though. I had this warm, happy feeling inside!</p> <p>But, before I go to sleep, I want ya’ll to remember this: <br /><em><font size="4">Happiness depends more on the inward disposition of mind than on outward circumstances. - </font></em><b><em><font size="4">Benjamin Franklin</font></em></b></p> <p><font size="4"><em>Happiness depends upon ourselves. – <b>Aristotle</b></em></font></p> <p><font size="2">Keep being strong! Have a great night/day. :)</font></p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-65045758357029061402009-06-04T11:56:00.000-04:002009-06-05T00:50:23.792-04:00vamos a la playa…<p>…a mi me gusta bailar!</p> <p>That was such a popular song in the dorm last year, buuuut <br />I am so ready to hit the beach and soak up some sun with a tropical smoothie! </p> <p>Although the idea of an itty bitty bikini does not appeal to me at the present moment…. actually, it kind of scares me. The bikini seems like it would destroy all the progress I’ve made. It sounds crazy, but donning that scanty little thing seems like it’s inviting ED to make a comment and I just won’t let that happen. I’ve spent a lot of time and effort trying to make ED go away. I know you girls have done the same and I really admire that. I think part of the reason I haven’t strayed as much from the recovery path is because all of you have been out there, posting really positive and successful things and giving me advice when I need it. Thanks so much! ♥</p> <p>On the topic of fashion, I spent a little time planning my fantasy (read waaay too expensive for me to afford) summer wadrobe. There are a few things I would looove to have and I am definitely going to be visiting Plato’s Closet this weekend to see if maybe somebody got tired of them really early in the season. ;)</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiihwsHfvVI/AAAAAAAABFs/NlxJHPqgZ-0/s1600-h/dos%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="dos" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="290" alt="dos" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Siih3BalIkI/AAAAAAAABFw/5EfA0IETxk8/dos_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="342" border="0" /></a>  <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Siih58FMnbI/AAAAAAAABF0/xffMrOm7VRM/s1600-h/156447_cog_w%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="156447_cog_w" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="238" alt="156447_cog_w" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Siih-ddjrKI/AAAAAAAABF4/OF9GocEVh2Y/156447_cog_w_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="266" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiiiQgNwAxI/AAAAAAAABF8/hhrJzXALCfg/s1600-h/dos22%5B3%5D.png"><img title="dos22" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="246" alt="dos22" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiiisSUKJEI/AAAAAAAABGA/W-ri21BPEQU/dos22_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="302" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>*movie trailer voice* I now challenge you to showcase your own fantasy wardrobe. Will you accept this mission?</p> <p><font size="5"><strong>Pictures or not, post or comment, create something summery and completely you!</strong></font></p> <p>It’s so much fun! Great to relieve any stress or unwanted thoughts. :)</p> <p>Have a nice night/morning!</p> <p>♥ mucho amor!</p> <p>OH! Almost forgot, check out a lovely <a href="http://kristaskravings.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-contest-time.html">giveaway</a> over at Krista’s Kravings! I’ve always wanted to try Full Bars- there are a lot of flavors that seem so delectable. Hurry up though because it ends on Sunday. </p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-38389142606942851992009-06-03T22:03:00.001-04:002009-06-03T22:30:55.334-04:00country cookin’<p>I just adore being back in blogland! <br />And, what’s more, I love being back home in the South.</p> <p>I missed all that good Southern cookin’. Really, how could I have left you, dear sweet Georgia? I mean, the fried chicken, fresh veggies, peach cobbler….</p> <p>wait, hold up, Emily! <br />You don’t even like peaches!</p> <p>Yep yep, it is a bit contradictory, me being from Georgia and all, but when I was little, I hated peaches. Those soft, fuzzy, too sweet, icky fruits were the bane of my existence. If given a peach, I would have thrown it as far away as possible and then pulled a Fiona from Burn Notice (my new addiction) and blown it up.</p> <p>Today is the day I’ve overcome that dislike with these babies</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sicqcba3PfI/AAAAAAAABFI/LLc_1D5CC0E/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="005" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sicqdj63IfI/AAAAAAAABFM/yxlqAqQJLBs/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a><strong><font size="5">Honey Thyme Grilled Peaches!!! <br /></font></strong><em>2 halved peaches <br />1/3 cup of honey <br />4 sprigs of thyme <br /></em>1] Grill halved peaches, skin side up, for 3-5 minutes. <br />2] Mix honey and thyme leaves together, before glazing the grilled peaches. <br />3] Grill peaches for 5-10 minutes, skin side up. <br />4] Enjoy! :)</p> <p align="left"><img title="004" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWboXZudl3l5kV4Wr969v2bSL0tYkmthEGQ0mU5cWPk14vrfO3-Aj6AWIdkMjm2RVWgkJulgTC4U9x5JshISUdtj763JeE8yzidQk51Jv9LNwqjU-PA8M7rVClpMiwIsb7EGu4P6YqbND5/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></p> <p align="left">These peaches were gooood! I was watching Emeril today and he did a little something like this, but I toned it down and left out a few things. I was really skeptical of the honey-thyme mixture, but it really turned out great! I would definitely recommend this to anyone. If you want them to be the absolute best, be sure to use soft, juicy peaches, rather than the hard, first of the season ones.</p> <p align="left">And since the grill was fired up…</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sicqh4BwU7I/AAAAAAAABFU/ziElqigK2Uc/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sicqi6_W6cI/AAAAAAAABFY/Gd5eUXVeCyg/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>some zucchini to go along with the peaches.</p> <p align="left">Am I the only one that is obsessed with grilled veggies? They just seem tastier than if you sauté or boil them.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SicqkV9IGeI/AAAAAAAABFc/OCH6KRYi2a4/s1600-h/larabar_Logo%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="larabar_Logo" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="77" alt="larabar_Logo" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SicqlEBUERI/AAAAAAAABFg/Uo8jEfB_dJI/larabar_Logo_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>Oh, I bet everybody has heard about the new Larabar flavors coming out soon. Just so you know, the first German Chocolate Cake one to hit the shelves is mine!  <br />Not only do I enjoy eating Larabars, turns out I also enjoy reading comics about them! After reading <a href="http://healthycelia.wordpress.com/2009/05/31/how-much-do-you-love-larabars/">this</a>, I about died laughing. The scary part though? I’ve exhibited a few of these signs! :o Check it out and see if you do too.</p> <p align="left">Going along with my Southern theme, dinner tonight was too yummy. I warn you though- don’t get grossed out! It’s perfectly normal to eat this in Georgia and pretty much anywhere in the Southeast.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SicrD5fgkxI/AAAAAAAABFk/1-ElR1a3Nr0/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SicrUBYLE3I/AAAAAAAABFo/FI17jUbr-nk/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> grilled deer meat (venison, if you will) and parsley potatoes with sautéed Vidalia onions and squash plus some green beans.</p> <p>I believe the Holy Spirit visited me in this meal. </p> <p>Come to think of it, I really do miss mass. As much as I complain about having to go, ohhh, three, four times a week, it’s a great time to gather my thoughts and realize what’s important in my life. One Sunday morning mass made me decide to start recovery and leave behind ED. Every mass after that kept me from turning back. I’m not Catholic (I’m not very religious either, but I’m no aethiest, believe me!) yet that quiet hour in church helped keep me in line. I wish there was a Catholic church nearby, but there isn’t. Maybe just some quiet time every now and then will work?</p> <p>I’m about to hit the sack, so good night. :) Hope everyone has a great day tomorrow!</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-30920573596107714252009-06-02T23:56:00.005-04:002009-06-03T00:12:06.956-04:00blast from the past.<p>Day one back at the cooking casa and I have a multitude of foods waiting to be cooked up. New fruits and veggies in season and ready to be eaten by me, all sorts recipes for me to try, even a grill all fired up… maybe not that far!</p> <p>With all these choices, whatever could I choose?</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0BWfhSpI/AAAAAAAABCc/vpZ_x5yiwTM/s1600-h/333%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="333" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="333" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0ClRuEaI/AAAAAAAABCg/Pgso8u8wsTI/333_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:6;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Spanakopita</span></span></strong>! :D</p> <p align="left">When a food has served you so well in the past, you can’t just abandon it. Plus, it’s so delicious I had dreams about it the first time I made it. Which brought me to this startling conclusion:</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><em>Spinach = life.</em><br /></p><p align="left">And another amazing addiction? (ahaha, alliteration!) Fresh veggies from mi jardin! Yummy Italian slop jar with zucchini, tomatoes, and Vidalia onions. :D</p> <p></p> <p></p> <img title="331" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="331" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0Dd56y5I/AAAAAAAABCk/OplpNQXTHbI/331_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /><br /><br /> <p>Oh, and remember TangySweet I was talking about in yesterday’s post?</p> <p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0FlA7zWI/AAAAAAAABCo/YWSU5hdelJk/s1600-h/210%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="210" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="210" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0GRdOohI/AAAAAAAABCs/0_n8qi5aUFM/210_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> bam! pomegranate fro-yo with fresh blueberries.<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0IJ43GLI/AAAAAAAABCw/a-NKUpU9VwY/s1600-h/211%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="211" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="211" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0JWoCCvI/AAAAAAAABC0/cZSH3UeGYP0/211_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> so friggin’ delicious that I’m craving some now.</p><p>And what would any vacation be without…</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0L9yrhgI/AAAAAAAABC4/qzNDJ_0J6UM/s1600-h/117%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="117" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="117" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0MtKpxQI/AAAAAAAABC8/jjPM0kXvWSQ/117_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0PCzDNtI/AAAAAAAABDA/wEFrkMrQtdE/s1600-h/227%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="227" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="227" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0QfAlO4I/AAAAAAAABDE/IFaIfnbXvms/227_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0SwQrAKI/AAAAAAAABDI/ReME30B7g2Q/s1600-h/271%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="271" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="271" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0UOhuvgI/AAAAAAAABDM/SKuFrH8U8Rg/271_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0WwlFKqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/GMlcQWsbFjE/s1600-h/123%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="123" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="123" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0YF1QVlI/AAAAAAAABDU/NxUPakS7eM4/123_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0ZkpWbkI/AAAAAAAABDY/bUwvAn4WieU/s1600-h/174%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="174" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ewMBr4lbYPwQ3VfNCykte7wdsUzlhVRU_2Rcruooav1TDJd3JaxTCpzpL9321Zz7UfA3WjIm-zD0rph2KXQMfWLfvkoKdnGgFLppTbtQcsJiWGRoSGnFNMrvMUVhttjpVtwGrghC7zyG/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p><p><img title="145" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="145" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0cC1B2pI/AAAAAAAABDk/M3FSaMJyIyg/145_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /> </p> <p>Alright, alright, I think my flower-photographing obsession is getting crazy. What on earth am I going to do about it? I should probably seek therapy but… never! I’m going to be a crazy flower portrait maker for my entire life!</p><br /><br /><p align="center">Oh, and meet my new best friend:<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0etCO57I/AAAAAAAABDo/o96O3yffVbc/s1600-h/282%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="282" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="282" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiX0fsHfPtI/AAAAAAAABDs/YGM1aG6SP7k/282_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> this is georgy jr, resident of the back field at mount vernon. <br />isn’t he just the cutest, with his wittle horns?</p> <p align="left">Oh, and do any of you lovely ladies (and gents, if you're out there) have any recipes you'd like to share? Tomorrow, I've got the whole house to myself so I'm getting ready for a cook-a-thon! Peaches, summer squash and mustard greens are piling up in the fridge, so maybe ones up that alley? Hit me with anything. :D<br /></p><p align="left">Have a nice night/morning! ♥</p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-36690661916557207732009-06-01T00:59:00.000-04:002009-06-03T22:32:02.815-04:00gardening 101.<p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:6;">Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! <br /></span>I’m home, I’m home, I’m home!</strong><strong> <br /></strong>-excited jumps and squeals-</p> <p>Oh, I think I might be a little excited to be back in the lands of Georgia. The ‘rents and I rolled in around 3 o’clock this afternoon from our cross-Atlantic coast road trip.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSyLBthKdI/AAAAAAAABCE/nGyAaFw9P9Q/s1600-h/DSC00930%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC00930" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC00930" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSyMbAVy3I/AAAAAAAABCI/5nXkThCqHiM/DSC00930_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> the little mommy monsta’ and me in dc!</p> <p align="center">If you’re ever in DC, hit up TangySweet, the best fro-yo place on the East Coast. The pomegranate is so delicious- ya’ll think you’re eating a real pomegranate. (Of course, I have pictures- expect them later!)</p> <p>We were met with 95 degrees of humid, sunny weather. <br /><strong>Sweet Jesus!</strong> I was not ready for that. <br />Especially considering that Rhode Island’s been coasting along with a windy, dreary 50-60 degree climate these past few weeks. </p> <p>But, hey, I’ve gotta suck it up ‘cause this was waiting for me:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSyPJfuVgI/AAAAAAAABCM/jT2MrDayPnI/s1600-h/DSC00976%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC00976" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC00976" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSySMlDCmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/AZ0zTSuoT7M/DSC00976_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> time to getta pickin’ </p> <p align="left">The tomatoes were hit with some sort of disease so they’re dying and the deer ate up the itty bitty cantaloupes and peppers my daddy had just put in the ground. :( He treated those peppers like they were his little children. Mean ole' deer!</p> <p></p> <p align="center">These little critters are always welcome though:<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSyVR_gJII/AAAAAAAABCU/vkxSssqDp6I/s1600-h/DSC00899%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC00899" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC00899" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SiSyWSHNG1I/AAAAAAAABCY/8724jQEb3Hc/DSC00899_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>’cuse the messy pool- the ‘rents, I guess, forgot I was coming home and might want to go swimming.</p> <p align="left"> </p> <p align="left">Tomorrow, I’ll be posting more and finishing all the commenting I got behind on. I’m so happy to be back in the kitchen that I don’t even know what to make first.</p> <p align="left">Glad to be back:) <br />lots of love ♥</p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-28116713555240418192009-05-27T18:25:00.001-04:002009-05-27T18:25:16.557-04:00exam week.<p><strong><font size="5">Hiya girlies,</font></strong></p> <p>Quick update from moi, letting you know that I’m all good. Expect daily posts come next Monday ‘cause </p> <p align="center"><u>TOMORROW’S MY LAST DAY! :)</u></p> <p>Just have to make it through my FINAL Espanol 2 exam tomorrow morning and I’ll be peacing out from la escuela. <br />Seems like it went by super quick, now that I think about it.</p> <p align="center">But, I’ll leave you with this:<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sh29uQ_2BCI/AAAAAAAABB8/AZATZSdk5C4/s1600-h/0527091220%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="0527091220" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="0527091220" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sh29w40BUQI/AAAAAAAABCA/PdCa4C8r83I/0527091220_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> emgurt’s making a comeback.</p> <p align="left">love you all♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-17697498147699686312009-05-11T21:32:00.001-04:002009-05-11T21:32:58.579-04:00your eggo’s preggo.<p>Right now, I imagine all of you lovely readers glaring at me for my lack of posting (last time was April?!) and wondering what the excuse is this time…</p> <p align="center"><strong><font size="4">Babies.</font></strong> <br />Yes, I’m pregnant.</p> <p>Haha, no. Just kidding. But, I have been making my future children at <em>Make Me Baby</em>. Yeahhh, I know, it’s a lame, but really, I’ve discovered the David Beckham will never be my baby’s daddy. But between Fork Boy and Fritz, Fritz totally wins out. Makes me sad.</p> <p>All of this stems from my friend’s SICK mind! She took a picture of Fork Boy and me and made our little “Edward”. <br />God, what an ugly child. <br />And I told her that, which she came back with, “Well, fine! If you don’t like that baby, make one with Cheesy French Fries.” (Read Fritz there.)</p> <p align="center">I accepted my challenge and bam!<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRhjg-QeI/AAAAAAAAA98/sSmcL0nViV4/s1600-h/babywb20090509024034bphcg4n29u889nmt2jtslfcob0_%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="babywb20090509024034bphcg4n29u889nmt2jtslfcob0_" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="232" alt="babywb20090509024034bphcg4n29u889nmt2jtslfcob0_" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRh_lnq7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/gcQibgX1Rqs/babywb20090509024034bphcg4n29u889nmt2jtslfcob0__thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" border="0" /></a>yes, she does have a turban on her head. <br />(& if you think hannah marie is not cute, <br />compare her to Fork Boy’s baby…. she wins.)</p> <p align="left">Which got me to thinking about ole dear Fritzy pants.  <br />And how we always used laugh and to talk on the phone. <br />Now, we just text. <br />I miss him a lot, to be honest.</p> <p align="left">But we text each other almost every day… that’s not healthy. Really. Not. At. All. But he makes me happy. </p> <p align="left">Seriously, I can not stop laughing when we “talk”. I get that happy warm feeling inside, which is not good ‘cause I’ve gone down this road before. Look how that turned out.</p> <p align="left">And what about Fork Boy? I thought I liked him. But when ever Fritz is mentioned, Fork Boy… well, he can go kick rocks compared to Fritz.</p> <p align="left">Which got me to thinking some more… would I ever… I dunno, go out with Fritz again? We’re definitely hanging out this summer (me+him at the Warped Tour) but I don’t know what that’ll lead to. More of, what do I want it to lead to? Can we make it work again? Should we even try? I know when I talk to him I get the feeling that’s what he wants but I never know. Am I being too self-centered? Has he forgiven me after all that I did to him? Was I really to blame? Did I really end it all with that decision or was it him?</p> <p align="left">UGGG! I don’t even know anymore. I refuse to think about it until after school’s out.</p> <p align="left">Now, for some photos.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRiCQVrZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/XN3_S1jszoI/s1600-h/012%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="012" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="012" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRiSlG0EI/AAAAAAAAA-I/gISqvDeX1ew/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> scallops with the madre.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRipPQpJI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Ba9Qi93VMUU/s1600-h/018%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="018" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="018" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRi08UmeI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/OrEKr0ZAyrI/018_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>nummy sausage shrimp. </p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKPmPGDAneSkNWOZ3WsN2iLcT4FrQGw7nRc5drFLPI3NasGn0QW2rJaBOyc7cWAj0QbVj6x8nr8k23-RUxgxmXcOnlMWx7QNg9zmZG_v7o-oO7nHRhIhwwmYoxdjSHMlNbc6MIsbiiJIA/s1600-h/181%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="181" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="181" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRoh7Aa7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mLGFJVWhXbM/181_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>the madre’s steak taco bowl.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRo3eICdI/AAAAAAAAA-c/P_vFfEfd48M/s1600-h/180%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="180" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi795mMtt7pNF8ZaB8wVihrTS5GlGxei5tI8JuLN40SG1bVTOks1eO5lTQAIPRieqqCvTBYbzHkJjCvYiupQNI4151tg3rb8cXSB2B2ldTgJrvUuH36ilyVWza9ZD9P0BodAQxF7h_f3r41/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>   my spinach-black bean burrito.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRpMCrvQI/AAAAAAAAA-k/FjD1ArYgE_o/s1600-h/262%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="262" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iSsvNnld9M7Z28qmfvwbnK8_sfNkaG7lCOp7lSCNlgWyeMGDwW4CbhwJusRgv4Qzwj9xwdN2IlRSuZkLmzsVjd8mAsYNvRsijoSqU9zkhyMvxpaGepxBqrqQwwF9HoIvBg1ivpdE6Kij/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> eggplant parmesan panini!</p> <p align="center">oh, and for your viewing pleasure: <br />FLOWERS :D</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRphmjQ7I/AAAAAAAAA-s/HX0mmTPLp0U/s1600-h/046%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="046" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="046" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRphRv3qI/AAAAAAAAA-w/fep3g-98ko0/046_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRp6pMunI/AAAAAAAAA-0/aqTGr_23dxA/s1600-h/082%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="082" style="border-top-width: 0px; 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display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="290" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRw1yi_zI/AAAAAAAABBQ/1ymhWy6UbO8/290_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SgjRxCy5m7I/AAAAAAAABBU/oTdhciJkhIY/s1600-h/308%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="308" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayxSO_Lg7YC9JdEHk5vTvA4dup7sz00dvYo4GkY0hOLn7h-c1Bk65rPqyHUkgc8etxgXAgTBodmHk9g75y-6oOiPwEx2YK-x38tPL6-oTBhAxjeFPQ4MT9ectyPyqTllK4asp8Uv-pdlU/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>    I think I’ve bored you guys enough with that.</p> <p align="left">Anyways, I had the greatest Saturday night of all time. Why?</p> <p align="left">Because of the CARNIVAL! Yes, I’m officially a carnie now, hahaha! It was so much fun. Picture a 6x6 inch piece of fried dough with a centimeter of powered sugar, next to a spinny, scrambler ride, a stuffed fish/ornament, and a frozen Red Bull concoction.</p> <p align="left">I know, it sounds like the <u>bomb</u>. <br />’Cause it waaaas!</p> <p>I watched Juno this past weekend too, so I’m even happier.</p> <p>And today was pretty bomb diggity too! Except for a few lame parts, including one where this guy in my Humanities class asked me if I was smashed at the Carnival ‘cause apparently there’s a rumor going around about my ‘activities’ at said carnie. <br /><strong>Yay!</strong> /sarcasm <br />Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I wasn’t. I have a low tolerance for sugar/caffeine, so yeah, when you give me a frozen energy drink and a cookie, I appear as if I hit the piss. (Tina, that’s for you! Fritz told me it was an Aussie term he used back when he was home in Perth, so if you aren’t familiar with it, blame him!)</p> <p>At lunch, Fork Boy sat at my table. <br />I freaked, to be honest. <br />Even in light of my revelations about Fritzy, I was freaked. <br />I was scared shitless.</p> <p>I probably wouldn’t have been half so scared if he and his little groupies weren’t listening to every single flippin’ word my lunch buddy and I were saying. I was trying to divulge the rumors going around (#1, see above) and all I could do was try and spell it out on the table with no words. All I got across was “B” and all I got back was “The…. lis..nin” which I assumed was “The butt holes over yonder on the other side of the table are listening”. <br />Gah! <br />Way to ruin our secret telling session.</p> <p>Boys are butt faces.</p> <p>Sorry for the lack of updating and commenting. I swear on the very soul of all that is sacred in my world (basically, emgurt) that I’ll get to commentin’. Expect deep, meaningful notes.</p> <p>Mucho amor, mis chicas. <br />♥ Hooroo. :)</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-2217785810919922022009-04-28T16:33:00.001-04:002009-04-28T16:33:13.711-04:00uh oh, somebody’s been a naughty little girl.<p>I’ve been so horrible as to not update recently. I haven’t even been logging into Blogger to check up on your blogs either! I feel so horrible, but I’m living life in the fast line! </p> <p>Well, not really. Today’s my first day of school this week due to this fabulous phenomenon called Spring Weekend!</p> <p>That translates to “Emily gets Monday off”. Now, see here, the plan was to catch up my commenting and blog a bit. <br />Instead, Roomie y yo ventured off to our dear friend’s house for the day, walked around a bit downtown, and watched Taken. <br />We also finished watching the Notebook, which we attempted to watch over Easter break. We finally got through with it! I’d never seen it (yes, shocking, I know!) and I thought it was so cute. :)</p> <p>Our walk was a bit… creepy. Apparently, the citizens of Rhode Island haven’t ever seen a trio of girls walk down the street… <br />Well, we <em>were</em> in mini skirts. <br />And they were <em>totally</em> checkin’ us out.</p> <p>No, just kidding! All the drivers kept staring though. :o</p> <p><font size="4"><u><strong>OH!~</strong></u></font> I’m really sorry that I didn’t let you girls know earlier, but I was part of an online interview! It’s called “Words with a Blogger Wednesday” and it’s done by the lovely Tess over at Six Feet Under. If you’d be so lovely as to take a stroll over and check it out, here’s the link: <a title="http://sixfeetundersite.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-with-blogger-wednesday_22.html" href="http://sixfeetundersite.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-with-blogger-wednesday_22.html">Emily's Super Amazing Blogger Interview that Will Amaze and Entertain You with the Witty Remarks and Clever Anecdotes!</a> <br />Yes, Emgurt will be provided! :D</p> <p>Anyways, moving on! The weather this past weekend was <u><strong><em>amazing.</em></strong></u> I was so happy- it reminded me of that wonderful ole homeland of mine! I spent plenty of time outside, lounging, tanning… <br />sunburning. <br />Yesss, I’m a victim too. Only on my shoulders though. </p> <p>I’m not really a fan of tanning, considering I love my paleness, but does anyone know how much crap I get from being so white? Really, it’s a bit ridiculous! Everybody has a comment to make on how Emily’s really Casper the Friendly Ghost.</p> <p>Rawr! I’m not one to pay much attention to people’s opinions anyways, buuut I already get enough attention about ED and his crazy antics that sacrificing my lovely white skin for a few months is okay, as long as the remarks stop. <br />Stupid, right? I feel like a totally lame, “I change myself so people will like me more” girl. Ugg.</p> <p>Oh well, doesn’t matter. On to the pictures!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SfdnzEc-1ZI/AAAAAAAAA78/q6WVhWS2zFY/s1600-h/010%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="010" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="010" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdnz0SlGDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ZRlF2a1_y3w/010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> coconut sorbet in a real coconut shell. :o<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn0qokh-I/AAAAAAAAA8E/entbRz9onZA/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="011" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="011" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn1M5SYSI/AAAAAAAAA8I/6VSIJ2LMClo/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <img title="012" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn1UG4G7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/Af9O9MVFPwg/012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center">one juicy pear with a side of trig prep.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn2LY_75I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZzPqoDWV2aA/s1600-h/015%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="015" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="015" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn4eyxWqI/AAAAAAAAA8U/ZyxFYfI2cB0/015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> say hello to yogurt parfait #2</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSwQSbQs7drLFXlaXA0op03Tli10mGGYKsddyYk9_HwyDU7y51mbUN6keF1PTKMq5dMUSZnvYxyxnfaXx8AefyJq9iUDHdGESBe1Xb9zVFRrSSnG6ifMhEtflbB2vID-fcYJLvKwIHePDt/s1600-h/061%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="061" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="061" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn5Xkb_yI/AAAAAAAAA8c/TA0G6C7n78w/061_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> greasy cheese sticks!!! :D so happy!</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn575zb-I/AAAAAAAAA8g/OQZAe6euI6Y/s1600-h/017%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="017" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="017" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn6G9fNTI/AAAAAAAAA8k/vFkibibwdBk/017_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn6tSk-rI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Rwscdpbsz08/s1600-h/029%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="029" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="054" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn8AMGNwI/AAAAAAAAA9A/HCKJ4p_54_Y/054_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn8gry1NI/AAAAAAAAA9E/iKU3y8NsQ48/s1600-h/040%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="040" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="040" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn865VghI/AAAAAAAAA9I/5prtW0pf22A/040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4Tv2TBUS3X9APotcMflb2zclscoO9emFFRUbc1wbLbUH3Xjw92siZrB5iRGhmz57xYEitCUNiDbv3DkW09UDWomvB8VD8zNqrU5rDopcrxyO97N-2Up7kq-R_JERhUF6JfAg1ewwA20c/s1600-h/048%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="048" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; 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display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="033" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn_B5q6qI/AAAAAAAAA9g/2_7xXoWm-UA/033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn_kZiycI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Tgem2VYXIjw/s1600-h/035%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="035" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="035" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sfdn_817zKI/AAAAAAAAA9o/mkQdGYvhtEY/035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SfdoAB-BNiI/AAAAAAAAA9s/fuE6oDedOh8/s1600-h/053%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="053" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="053" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SfdoAk6NsKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/QpAgq1vsO8M/053_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SfdoBGeBnuI/AAAAAAAAA90/5ntfnTuob4A/s1600-h/059%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="059" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="059" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SfdoBXTnf_I/AAAAAAAAA94/mAgPh9X7Pe4/059_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>You didn’t think you’d get out of this post without some flower pictures, now did ya?</p> <p>No new news to report on Fork Boy. He’s still there, staring/glaring away (depending on the day/time/weather/humidity/crazy male PMS cycle). I’m choosing to ignore it (well, not really) and try not to think that somehow I’ve insulted him in some way that makes me deserve these… looks. This tactic may not work, but you never know until you try, right? ;)</p> <p>Now, I’m in the mood for a nice jog, so I’ll see you chicas later. Expect comments so long that they make War and Peace seem like a brochure! :)</p> <p>Mucho amor! ♥ ♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-39226493297484167682009-04-18T22:51:00.001-04:002009-04-18T22:51:26.618-04:00a new attitude!<p>so, ladies, here’s the update (through pictures, since I’m a tad bit lazy):</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRcipm6sI/AAAAAAAAA5w/7IMnbCNE9yc/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRc3QF81I/AAAAAAAAA50/UCphqFd8nNo/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>yes, that’s fruit in the shape of a flower, down yonder. <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRdSy9PrI/AAAAAAAAA54/FvgQrWGpTLQ/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRdgK-0BI/AAAAAAAAA58/5SI1A85K2tY/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRdwu3Y5I/AAAAAAAAA6A/drYRDkv1yOk/s1600-h/006%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="006" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqReGURhaI/AAAAAAAAA6E/bHDqjHE5wVQ/006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqReqwlCnI/AAAAAAAAA6I/e7woY-3ukhI/s1600-h/008%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="008" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRe1i53xI/AAAAAAAAA6M/qfbFHM2V5sY/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNa4oolRgGoZaykiIdola94LW6Gsm6fzdQLws1pMfqh73JCbYc3xHARwU46NkM7tldpQU63O0IEhDVhpKqPZbxmDO7xdtTUcK6EW-v1A49nO3NM1NwkCjHijSMgb_XXwBTPqRHjjKcLWyk/s1600-h/014%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="014" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="014" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRfvnm7dI/AAAAAAAAA6U/DLy29UEEG8o/014_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRf6izbsI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Sz_wv-BSI_M/s1600-h/001%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRgeWzIeI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mNjRG397Hvs/001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRgg_h3KI/AAAAAAAAA6g/fuEa_vjo6l8/s1600-h/002%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRhJ5LBaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/koyBoSnvS8E/002_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRhcf0CpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fwNXPgkL3CI/s1600-h/003%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRh-t0v2I/AAAAAAAAA6s/M3up3NGZF1U/003_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRiHE9tYI/AAAAAAAAA6w/5AC8LTjfroE/s1600-h/DSC09908%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC09908" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="DSC09908" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRiTuIycI/AAAAAAAAA60/_ecYFOpu-Fg/DSC09908_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="left"><strong>Topic #1</strong>: New look! <br />It’s a lot more springier now, so I thought I’d ditch the old grey layout and bring in some cheer! Hope you guys like it. :) </p> <p><strong>Topic #2</strong>: Award! <br />Thaaaaaank you, Baylee. :] I always feel so much happier after getting award- helps me find the strength to keep trekkin’. <br />Problem is, most of you chicas have already gotten it, so this goes out to anyone who hasn’t gotten it yet. <br />Oh! And just realized that Debbie gave it to me too. :D Missed that earlier, but thank you all the same! *hug*</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRihJDurI/AAAAAAAAA64/x_H8MLWHNvw/s1600-h/moz-screenshot-1_thumb%5B1%5D%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="moz-screenshot-1_thumb[1]" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="168" alt="moz-screenshot-1_thumb[1]" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRjMCqSWI/AAAAAAAAA68/F9QKjnBroqU/moz-screenshot-1_thumb%5B1%5D_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="168" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><strong>Topic #3</strong>: Eight things! <br />Back when I used to have a Myspace (deleted, long story), I loved posting bulletins like this!</p> <p>8 Things I’m Looking Forward To:  <br />1) July! I’ll be in Atlanta at a Youth Conference for Medicine and I can’t wait. <br />2) Springfest! My school has a big festival each Spring, with free Ben&Jerry’s, Del’s Frozen Lemonade, and BBQ. <br />3) Driving! I don’t really like to, but now that I am officially a driver (meaning I have my real license!), I’m eager to go on adventures. <br />4) 17 – 20 April! Mi madre va a mi escuela para visitar. :) <br />5) Monday! Advisory/midterm grades come out. I’m aiming for all A+’s this term. I almost had it last term, but I got an A in Spanish. D: <br />6) Tomorrow! My dorm trip to bowling is tomorrow afternoon and I’m stoked. We’re eating out at this swanky Japanese place. <br />7) May 23! It’s the last day of classes for me. Unfortunately, there’s a week of exams that follows. <br />8) May 29! First day back in Georgia since March. :o Can’t wait! It’s going to be horribly hot and humid, but oh so wonderful! <br /></p> <p>8 Things I Did Yesterday: <br />1) Skipped the gym, whoo! <br />2) Freaked out, ewww. Result of ED telling me Fork Boy thinks I’m fat. Gar! <br />3) Went to the Coffeehouse with my roomie and friend. I ordered a Chai Freeze (delicious!) and a parfait. Take a look at the pictures below- I bet you’ll be soo jealous. <br />4) Dressed down! The dress code at my school is formal, but yesterday was a special day where we could wear jeans. Much more comforting, but kinda scary in ED world. One word: thighs. <br />5) Watched the Dissipated 8 of Middlebury College perform. They were so wonderful! Look them up and give ‘em a listen! <br />6) Ate spinach-tomato-feta cheese bowtie pasta, the dining hall’s best food, imo. <br />7) Started Conrad’s <em>Heart of Darkness. <br /></em>8) Added a ton of new artists/songs to my music library, so I have new stuff to listen to during Study Hall.</p> <p>8 Things I Wish I Could Do: <br />1) Tell ED to kick the bucket. <br />2) Work. All my friends at school have jobs during the summer, but I can’t work because it’s too far to drive to any decent place of business. <br />3) Spend more time outdoors. I always used to love going outside when I was little, but ED trampled all over that. <br />4) Be more social. Sounds lame, but I have the tendency to retreat into my shell like a little turtle and avoid any conversation outside my circle of friends. <br />5) Learn to stop keeping things bottled up. I let things pile up inside and then snap. It hurts and I don’t like it! <br />6) Run three miles in 25-30 minutes. I haven’t started running again so I know that I’m a bit behind and well… slow. <br />7) Sail. I’ve always wanted to try- Ted Turner’s fault- and at my school, it’s very popular. Plus, uhhh, Fork Boy sails. ;) He’s the best on the island, apparently. <br />8) Start ballet again. I stopped back in 6th grade, because, well, no reason. I just did. My mom was so mad that I stopped and wanted me to keep going, but I didn’t. I wish I had listened to her and kept up with it.</p> <p>8 Shows I Watch: <br />1) House <br />2) The Closer <br />3) Saving Grace <br />4) Gilmore Girls <br />5) The Secret Life of the American Teenager (Lame, but addicting!) <br />6) I Love Money (Again, lame but addicting!) <br />7) In Plain Sight <br />8) The Office</p> <p>Topic #4: Fork Boy <br />So, I have this friend that… well, hasn’t always been so trusty worthy. Last year, in the Spring, she wasn’t my friend and I really disliked her. Why? Because she was majorly flirting with the guy I was dating. He had asked her out so many times, but she always said no. As soon as I started going out with him, she wanted him and she wanted him bad. She was all over him when I wasn’t there and would flirt with him even when I was. I really didn’t like her then, but this year, we became much closer. We both faced some really horrible boy problems and we kind of bonded over that. We both have the same humanities class and lunch period so we spend a lot of time together. All of my other friends told me to be a little cautious with her, considering the past, but I decided that I wanted to give her a second chance. <br />So, I told her about Fork Boy. <br />I told her about how every one thinks we’ll be the perfect couple, how he glares/stares at me, how we used to be friends, how he always eats really slow at lunch so it just so happens that he leaves the same time I do… every day. (And I am one of the slowest eaters known to man, so come on! There’s something there, right?)</p> <p>I also told her about my dream. <br />This dream happened a few nights ago and it was one of those dreams in reverse… like the last part happens first, the first part happens last.  Really weird, but it scared me. <br />It started out with my great aunt and I riding in a carriage through Poland. Then it flashed to Fork Boy and he grabbed my arm, screaming at me to listen to him, that it wasn’t like that, that he really only did it to make me jealous. Then I’m in front of Frosty Freeze (ice cream shop), but I’m not ordering anything. Next, my friend is crying and repeating, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean too. We only did it to make you guys jealous. It wasn’t supposed to be like this!” Then, I’m at Frosty Freeze again and the woman at the counter is asking me why I’m crying. Finally, it ends with me, buying a plane ticket to Poland, and sobbing over a text message from this really bitchy girl in my chem class, saying “*My friend* made out with *Fork Boy* in front of the whole sailing team, haha.” <br />And I told her all of this. She said she’d never ever even try to steal a boy from me… but she has before. I started to get really freaked out. ED set in and all I could think of was how much prettier/skinnier/smarter she was. She has things in common with him- they both sail, they both live nearby, they have the same old friends from before this school. I just psyched myself out and I felt like crap all morning long. I went to the gym early this morning, hoping I could just block it out. It worked until I came out of the gym and he walked by. Totally blew all the progress I had made in those gym hours.</p> <p>I talked to one of my friends about it and she just looked at me, silent. I hate when people look at me for extended periods of time (thank you, ED), so of course, I got all weirded out. </p> <p>You know what she said? <br />”Wow, Em, you have fallen so hard.”</p> <p>And she’s so horribly right. <br />I used to have this huge crush on him last year and we were friends. I had almost every class with him and we were both kind of the dumb kids… not saying we were actually stupid, but we were in Geo H, when we’d never taken Algebra I, and in Physics, which required at least AG2 math skills. We would always see who got the lowest scores and laugh about it. (Rumor has it, he got a 235/240 on the PSATs, so yeah, not stupid.)</p> <p>But, haven’t I learned my lesson? <br />With Fritz, I fell so hard, so fast. It was great- I was happy and so was he. Everyone thought we were the couple that would last past college. He was even going to apply to Emory (where I want to go), so he could have that as his 2nd choice. We had plans, even though it sounds ridiculous. (I mean, I’m 16, seriously!) But we did. We fell apart though. I was devastated.</p> <p>Do I really want to do this again? <br />Especially when I know that my friend *might* just go after him. <br />And what if she does and she gets him? <br />How would I feel about that?</p> <p>Raaaaaaaaaaawr! <br />High school = suckage. <br />Avoid at all costs.</p> <p>Don’t you wish you could just sleep through those years? </p> <p>Ending on a positive note though! :)</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRjshB7tI/AAAAAAAAA7A/EyYk9DawQMk/s1600-h/010%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="010" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="010" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRkUjiQ0I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Q-kPbJhoce0/010_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">chai freeze. :D </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRk05xcbI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mtrIQPCaLvY/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="011" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRlbzA4CI/AAAAAAAAA7M/okNn8cqnBQU/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">honey bun.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRmAhBFxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/HC3yh8itCug/s1600-h/012%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="012" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="012" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRm_UGkhI/AAAAAAAAA7U/1lqXjhMgLKE/012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">yogurt parfait with a big ole blackberry.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRn1bvO7I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/eAn7cWc7ecU/s1600-h/015%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="015" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="015" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRoWg3wSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/e8D_sNabD6g/015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRpEQCqzI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Uoxy7PA-2hw/s1600-h/006%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRpmg1PZI/AAAAAAAAA7k/iCuAxXGvHqI/006_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRqrDLf9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/OqyXohB8Ie4/s1600-h/002%5B10%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SeqRrDDpUPI/AAAAAAAAA7s/T0EIRwd1eJU/002_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>Squeeee! Isn’t he cute? :) </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Wow, if you guys made it this far, you are something else. Mucho amor, mis chicas. I feel like I’m being such a complaining little squirt lately, but I can’t stop myself. I have, as my dad calls it, “diarrhea of the mouth” and I can’t stop talking… typing. <br />Thanks for reading though. :) Makes me happy.</p> <p>I’ll comment on your blogs, asap. <br />Enjoy your Saturday/Sunday. </p> <p align="center">♥ ♥ ♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-50722224256024070162009-04-16T17:32:00.003-04:002009-04-18T20:03:05.117-04:00update!<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >So so sorry,</span> I haven't been posting lately, girlies. I've been following all of your posts, just not commenting. (I know, lazy me!)<br /><br />Thanks to Baylee for giving me that award and to Debbie for tagging me for the eight things (definitely going to do it).<br /><br />Oh, and welcome back, Morgy! Sorry I didn't comment you yet! (Feel free to steal my yogurt as an apology!)<br /><br />Also, hope everything's going well for, Kiki. Keep strong!<br /><br />Thanks for reading my blog. I really appreciate it! ♥<br />I promise to post sometime this weekend/early next week.emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-31934969993854317622009-04-06T21:43:00.002-04:002009-04-19T14:50:25.161-04:00forty-four.<p>Heya chicas. Hope your Mondays weren’t too evil!</p> <p>Buuut, does anyone else get the feeling that this week in going to be the bomb-diggity? Even though it’s Holy Week and I have FOUR days of masses/spiritual activities in a row, I think it’s going to be great.</p> <p>I have that feeling, deep down in my bones.</p> <p>Anyways, it started out pretty wonderful- yesterday was so beautiful. It rained all last week but Sunday was clear and bright. Perfect day for a trip downtown!</p> <p>My friend and I traveled downtown for some prime bonding time. We talked a lot and (I think) really got to know each other better. It was so much fun too. :)</p> <p>We decided to eat at this restaurant called the “Brick Alley Pub” and being low on cash, we decided to split an appetizer with a side salad each.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvaE5D-vI/AAAAAAAAA2U/m7sAN5dz1RI/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvcGbBloI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/iD24g-Z7zLQ/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> spinach and artichoke with bacon and tomato toppings. SO SO GOOD.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvdBg1cKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/yrgdxO3MbzM/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvdoOpmpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/nArt9TQddEM/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqveFrE_kI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Dz1Q9ehs-fQ/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="007" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqveg42smI/AAAAAAAAA2s/lIhghZRGQF4/007_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>a caesar salad for moi</p> <p align="center"> <br />and a garden salad for mi amiga<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvfD8rI3I/AAAAAAAAA2w/OZABk28TAjo/s1600-h/008%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="008" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvfs9mcDI/AAAAAAAAA20/rtvcXDEy-TY/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> look at that action shot ;)</p> <p align="center">and some piccies of us and our dock trespassing adventures. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvgWzmMqI/AAAAAAAAA24/BM7s6F3w9TA/s1600-h/021%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="021" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvg6W2fgI/AAAAAAAAA28/kYNGoHsp6EU/021_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvhQxddOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/gVt89CY9rZs/s1600-h/090%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="090" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="090" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvhswmmWI/AAAAAAAAA3E/y6y5xm5VIMs/090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvitI8IKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/1kz1_Jq9InA/s1600-h/162%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="162" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="162" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvjOLRGXI/AAAAAAAAA3M/Kff7Vx4CAhg/162_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvkPliaKI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/X9dKp8buLzI/s1600-h/095%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="095" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="095" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvlJh1uTI/AAAAAAAAA3U/2fTKpeCwK_M/095_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvlUq_t6I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/X6TZ3w_nHnY/s1600-h/153%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="153" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="153" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvlxEZ_yI/AAAAAAAAA3c/egwbEWAnbfc/153_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvmVTVblI/AAAAAAAAA3g/onfjuySkFzo/s1600-h/038%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="038" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="038" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvm6SJCKI/AAAAAAAAA3k/78VQ2bJhtEA/038_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi2z70ydKwrYEWHSDw-lj2YAYLA_pZPr3lisUuYAfVvjl6kS0brkcN6SSZdd9qHKlmvFj3Muo17m-5ajpz3GqxoFp28CMJmXT2ERzqejo5ZVuNXWTR47YhLNNgKwq0w29qzh6mcXyr8Xl9/s1600-h/103%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="103" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="103" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvoCmOMDI/AAAAAAAAA3s/uf11Xwz5Km0/103_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvo4H-xBI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vkYTuyy6wtA/s1600-h/190%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="190" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="190" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvpXJUFTI/AAAAAAAAA30/gX2uaP42IfQ/190_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvpwB2O4I/AAAAAAAAA34/iHe0Tnl8aac/s1600-h/DSC09886%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC09886" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC09886" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvqfc0ZYI/AAAAAAAAA38/iF_p-OX79f8/DSC09886_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvruvL1KI/AAAAAAAAA4A/vPoU5br6QGI/s1600-h/186%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="186" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="186" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvtM9HSpI/AAAAAAAAA4E/L81qY_Lh6PA/186_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a>some cherry garcia. ♥ <br /></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvvLbxqYI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9eWH00gbXFk/s1600-h/DSC09904%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC09904" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC09904" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvwTy0WMI/AAAAAAAAA4M/IcrRMiOIjg8/DSC09904_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdqvycBCmgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gYC99h2OtGU/s1600-h/DSC09858%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC09858" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="DSC09858" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sdqvzyk_8uI/AAAAAAAAA4U/cSF2wqvoaa8/DSC09858_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p align="center">pretty great time, if I must say so myself. :)</p> And a funny yet awkward story to tell you guys! Today at lunch, I was chatting with this freshman boy who is hilarious and he mentioned the above pictures (my friend put them on her facebook yesterday). I was like, "Oh yeah, I'm sucha baaabe." The boy kinda looked at me funny and said, "Mhmm, well, no, not really." Umm… that’s hard to recover from but I noticed that he kept looking behind me for some reason, so I turned around and BAM! Fork boy was right there, staring at us. He turned around and stalked off, leaving the two of us a little weirded out. The freshman was like, "Um, that was interesting. Why on Earth does he stare at you all the time? Weeeirdo." He told me later that he didn’t want to say anything about the pictures because fork boy was back there, glaring as usual. <p>Tehe. <br />It was funny to me.</p> <p>‘Cause ya’ll know why he stares at me. <br />’Cause I’m a total baaabe. ;)</p> <p>Just kidding!</p> <p>I’m off to take a shower, so enjoy your night, lovelies. ♥</p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-82063369503687831442009-04-04T19:46:00.001-04:002009-04-04T19:46:13.552-04:00forty-three.<p>‘Ello girlies. Can’t promise this will be an inspirational post or anything. I don’t even think it’ll be positive, but I’m determined to pull through! By the end of this post, I will be happy!</p> <p>What’s with the negative attitude already, you wonder? <br />I got all pretty for a fork boy today and I didn’t even see him.</p> <p>Yeah, <font size="5">laaaaaame</font>. Maybe this is a sign from God… if so, I’m determined to ignore it!</p> <p>My hair was so pretty too. My beloved roomie straightened it and as she said, “You look like an international pop star. He’s gonna die when he sees this.” <br />Except he didn’t ‘cause he never did.</p> <p>Oh, and, in case you couldn’t guess it, Emily has moved from ‘I’m curious about you’ to ‘I’m seriously crushing on you’. Gah.</p> <p>There’s a Mardi Gras dance tonight (little late, huh?) and I’m not going. I’m not a big dancing girl or anything, I just really really don’t want to go tonight. Reasons? <br />1) It’s windy and cold as hell outside. <br />2) As much as I hate to admit it, fork boy won’t be there, so I have no reason </p> <p>Instead, I’m curling up in front of the comp to watch Gilmore Girls and bemoan Rory’s loss of Logan in the final season with my handy dandy fro-yo. Oh yes, big evening for meee.</p> <p>A good thing though- fork boy has totally stopped the glaring. Now, it’s just awkward staring. Let me set the scene:</p> <p>Fork boy: *stare* <br />Me: *catches him staring; expects him to look away* <br />Fork boy: *stare* <br />Me: *panic* <br />Fork boy: … *stare* <br />Me: *runs away*</p> <p> </p> <p>Fork boy: *staaaare*</p> <p>I feel like I have something weird on my face that he keeps staring at but no, no luck there. <br />I do not understand boys nor do I ever wish too. <br />I’ll stick with trying to get through Spanish 2H without having to talk at all.</p> <p> </p> <p>I’m a lame-o (see mention above) ‘cause I have been so self-conscious lately and haven’t been taking my phone to lunch… well, I have, I just don’t take pictures ‘cause I feel like some one’s staring me down.</p> <p>Oh wait, they are.</p> <p>Anyways, I do have some bar pictures. [I' am still eating brekkie, lunch & dinner, don’t fear!)</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxMhQDRfI/AAAAAAAAA1s/7HWTKU22Ztk/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dhNDaQKLMZ61wPTWIdlc0dHJsDzM2aC-DeFvf2f0DQgAF8fPhQY_DQ6MaIxNOsMrZivKX29knOOXN9rzOUS0AG3F33HGT1B7Jgg_sU7ymJJroXdsPrIfTCVhlz69pKiQ9uyBvvz1L5wa/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">To be completely honest, I really do not like this flavor. <br />It’s too dry and maybe me feel too jittery.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxNtzJKHI/AAAAAAAAA10/71YmU0sE7lM/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxObOn3TI/AAAAAAAAA14/-ZSynX1ktlo/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">Like everyone else, I’ve heard the rumors about clif/luna’s eviiil <br />chemical taste but I haven’t actually experienced it. <br />until now.</p> <p align="center">Another bar that I really didn’t like. It sounded so tasty but <br />really, it’s just blegh.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxO1EefzI/AAAAAAAAA18/WmnFhIEIQcU/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxPBwxm6I/AAAAAAAAA2A/it_QEdn0c2M/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">And presenting the missing element of the Emily diet:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxPv2pXMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/J1B1VA5R3BM/s1600-h/002%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxQO4_uFI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZhyzYs-pLaU/002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>yooooogurt. :D <br />Not my favorite flavor, but  it’ll do.</p> <p align="left">Oh, and some evil demonic soul stole some of my yogurt. My special, I-got-on-public-transport-for-an-hour-and-a-half Chobani. They stole my –peach- flavor too.  Sure, I don’t like peach flavor all too much (ironic huh, me being from Georgia and all) but I just knew Chobani would renew my faith in the fleshy fruits.</p> <p align="left">Guess I’ll never know. <br />I seriously hate communal fridges. D:</p> <p>Sharing time:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxQTa63VI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uf6Yx2tSLAo/s1600-h/007%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="007" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdfxRIiy31I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/YHlMX81ukAA/007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>more roomie hair skills. <br />”i’m zee masta of zee flatz iron-a.” <br />yeah, she fails at a german accent. ;)</p> <p align="left">Have a nice Saturday night. Some one go live it up for me, while I wallow in self-pity like a lame-o, tehe.</p> <p align="left">loveyouall♥ <br />your support is always so wonderful. *hugzz*</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-36623966892726021582009-03-31T22:55:00.001-04:002009-03-31T22:55:22.089-04:00forty-two.<p>Let’s have some cake before I dish out some  stories from the life of Em.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXhUVd2eI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/l8h77Kmbmv4/s1600-h/001%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrwl-J_7KIp86QJ2-IKN7txHWuq5NyM4xaQOZq2QtGa-7rlbS6250uYULvpgre4Wpfo9hu4Ws53H-ndb7xdJPvddkaZvvaRYFsapnMcwvjIVe6Fqy_ozOnlJKEIw4Upvo_K2RgDEqaFVB/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a>look at me, I’m delicious fattening frosting. :)</p> <p align="left">Okay, so remember el chico that I was talking about in my last post? </p> <p align="center">Uhh, he hates me… a lot.</p> <p>Before you go, “What!? No, you are crazy!”, lemme explain. Today, at lunch, two of my best lunch buddies and I were sitting down at the ‘peanut-free’ table… not sure why that needed to be included but anways! Our cafeteria has these weird round tables and –sometimes- the chairs between tables make it hard to walk through. Usually, nice people are like, “Excuse me, could you scoot in a little? Thanks so much!” It’s a really simple process and, really, how hard can it be to say excuse me?</p> <p>Apparently too hard, ‘cause el chico just slams into the back on my chair WITHOUT saying anything. Needless to say, I was pissed. Normally, I wouldn’t really care, but it just so happens that there was an innocent looking little fork on the table that my hand just so happened to smash into when he pushed my chair.</p> <p>It hurt quite a bit and it bled. <br />Just a little, but still.</p> <p>I was bleeding. <br />And angry. <br />And hurt. <br />And a lot of other things. <br />But mostly, pissed.</p> <p>One of my friends just looked at me and was like, “Uh oh… what are you going to do?” I didn’t even answer- I was so mad. I was bleeding for God’s sake and he doesn’t even say “Excuse me” or “Sorry”!</p> <p>Short break between stories:</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXiHKYkXI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bb4u1B3C_Ec/s1600-h/020%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="020" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="020" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXkA4nqTI/AAAAAAAAA1c/EjXLgvDKjVg/020_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">chai tea latte with a carrot cake clif bar. <br />my favorite snack combo, besides emgurt.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXkRzwCaI/AAAAAAAAA1g/1msBJiVv_E0/s1600-h/021%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="021" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXk-4KpdI/AAAAAAAAA1k/o3F_oaOjZGo/021_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p></p> <p>So, later today, as I was coming out of the Chemistry building, I saw him again, walking towards his dorm. To get to my dorm, I had to cross his path. Equipped with my newly bandaged hand, I was just going to play it cool and be normal.</p> <p>That was until he glared at me, when he walked by. <br />Not just “glare”, but I mean glaaaare. <br />Like death-glare.</p> <p>He literally walked by me, glaring, and then turned around to look at me, still glaring. Glare. glare. glare. <br />And no, I wasn’t mistaken. An upperclassman that was walking behind me was like, “Oh, that’s awkward... he must be really angry with her.”</p> <p>I’m not really one of those people that gets freaked out by this. But on top of the fork-chair thing? I was in the “You have got to be kidding me” / “You are walking on thin ice” mood. <br />I mean glaring… come on! I don’t even talk to him. He was no reason to glare at me, let alone be angry with me.</p> <p>Last year, I did talk to him, but this year, I just don’t because 1) we don’t have many classes together, and 2)  I’m lazy and shy... mostly shy.</p> <p>I honestly have no clue what I did to him… I mean, was I the one that gave someone a fork injury ‘cause I can’t manage to say excuse me when I try to get by? That’s a negative!</p> <p> Anyways, here’s some trail mix for the road:</p> <p><img title="023" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="320" alt="023" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/SdLXlLqD_WI/AAAAAAAAA1o/2xpnD23J2LU/023_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></p> <p align="center">imagine you’re eating this as you enjoy your blog reading.:)</p> <p>I’ll be commenting tomorrow, girlies, I promise. I’m a tad busy lately (see those lame food pictures?) with school right now, so I’ll do the best I can. I love you guys bunches. ♥ You all leave such wonderful comments that I'm always overjoyed to read! I hope I can do you all justice and leave comments of the same quality. :)</p> <p>Thanks for always listening to my ranting. (I seem to be doing that a lot lately!) If I had some Emgurt, I’d totally share but I’ve been lacking in that department lately. :( Oh well, imaginary Emgurt for everyone.</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-79069079044029049882009-03-28T22:01:00.001-04:002009-03-28T22:01:48.346-04:00forty-one.<p>Hiya chicas! :D Hope everyone is having a LOVELY weekend. </p> <p>I just want to say thank you to each and every one of you that left me such wonderful comments! I really appreciate it. I thought I was alone in the whole leg dealio but it’s good to know I’m not crazy. Plus, I think I can finally tell me Mom… the next time I see her, which will be in a long time… like May? Gar! :( I hope I don’t chicken out by then.</p> <p>Not very many eats to show and those that I do have are pretty icky looking. Since I got my camera back, I really hate taking pictures with my phone. (I use my phone for lunch/dinner pictures because I eat in the dining hall and my camera for snacks/breakfast which I usually eat in my room.)</p> <p>I do have quite a few bar pictures though.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WaShYMcI/AAAAAAAAAwY/56f6XzgiY4k/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7Wa6_g9uI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Z2bALTo_ArI/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>not really my favorite. it was okay, but too sweet for me.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7Wbqap00I/AAAAAAAAAwg/g8Vu2y_MZKo/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WcIaQ0KI/AAAAAAAAAwk/p4dXQvR_CCw/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>one of my favorite bars. i love the mango-y flavor. mmm.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WcsiTgfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/CpU-b0CB6Qs/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WdEf2CNI/AAAAAAAAAws/dMN06LjKvs0/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>   wow! this is such a wonderful flavor. really, it’s almost as <br />delicious as the mango macadamia kind bar or the cherry <br />pie larabar, but not quite. it really does wake you up!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7Wd1UX7_I/AAAAAAAAAww/9FDKfYGfpRY/s1600-h/006%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="006" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WeYjOFzI/AAAAAAAAAw0/klfffkH_eSg/006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>close-up. lots of almond slivers and the vanilla-yogurt stuff on the <br />top and bottom was pretty tasty.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7We8br8xI/AAAAAAAAAw4/OT0eEmWQKF4/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnb4mPygMVMiJU8Lih-AZoPqXM1h0QYdurfgE8NM6jgWeg2ifF3D-ksn9GhDcPt-8hF3bEojHbhyphenhyphenAN4s7sKEsG8VxArlfRuS386T37c8DPbkrQ9zkn_WtJKoVvE6rXjTnyrTI6TIZsguh4/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>mmmmm!!! I loved how  lemony it was. really really good.</p> <p align="center">a lunch and dinner from friday.<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WgWSzXrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/yWI2u0_UOM8/s1600-h/0326091751%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="0326091751" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="0326091751" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7nqzRYZjvvNQn_txB-p9Bymy7s1sZhU3PSucD-7f-AVSOhUsPpDjBZB55g7ZwDcidQoLOCoWiV5Wjqyfkof4JXCUxPfHhg7QGr78Np8kr3Kt_m-Zt7GYCF3r3eG_XC0hDDFVHMRW5hta/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>chicken soup + Fritos x2  <br />I haven’t had Fritos since 7th grade. I forgot how much I love them!</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WhYpjC3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/BsLK3F9DqlM/s1600-h/0327091711%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="0327091711" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="0327091711" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WhkSO7II/AAAAAAAAAxM/QcoEK_hL6Js/0327091711_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a> a piece of FRIED cod (can you see him back there?), <br />steamed green beans + tomatoes, and some weird chip thing.</p> <p></p> <p>I’ve been trying really hard to eat chips lately. I’ve never been a junk food kind of person but there are some fatty foods that I really like (fritos and kettle cooked potato chips.) that I’ve “given up”.</p> <p>I’ve also been trying to lay off the yogurt, especially the low fat kind. In my mind, low fat = low calorie, low calorie = restricting, etc. etc. Low fat just seems to trigger me now. However, the roomie and I are going to stop’n’shop tomorrow because I have these:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7WiXdQ3pI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MnJPGB2LEBY/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Sc7Wi3YIG5I/AAAAAAAAAxU/quoViojGKds/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a>Yes! The lovely people at Stonyfield sent me some free yogurt coupons. :O</p> <p align="left">I can’t wait! I’ve only tried Fage (once) and Chobani (my love), in the Greek yogurt department, so I’m excited to expand my horizons.  I’ve heard mixed reviews about Oikos so I think I’ll do my own review tomorrow, once I taste. :) [Don’t worry, Mr. Chobani will come home with me too! The honey flavor, especially!)</p> <p align="left">I feel kinda weird today, not sure why. I just… I dunno, I’ve started to… ekk! I’m kinda embarrassed to admit it, but I’ve kinda started noticing this guy in my grade. Like, not just notice, but, you know, <font size="4">notice</font>. I haven’t had this feeling since back in July of last year, right when I started going out with Fritz that, honestly as stupid/immature/childish/silly as it sounds, I really did love. He was the first and only person I ever told about ED and , when I told him, it just kinda slipped out- I didn’t mean to tell him. He was understanding about ED and helped me with it a lot. Unfortunately, it ended pretty badly in December and we stopped talking. I was really broken up about it because it was my fault. I cried all the time about it… ugg! That sounds really icky, you know? Makes me feel like one of those silly teenage girls that obsess over guys, when I’m really not. I don’t pay much attention to them at all, ‘cause they have the same maturity level that they did when they were five. But Fritz was different. (That sounds even worse to me. Gaaah!) And, I dunno, this boy just seems different too… deep down, my gut says, “No, Em, he. is. not.” but my heart says different. Whenever I see him, I basically run. Bolt is more like it. I’m afraid that he might be able to see through all the fake crap I put up when I’m with other people. I really hate feeling jumbled up like this, especially when compounded with ED.</p> <p align="left">Because, to be honest, ED is being an ass lately. I had a really bad day eating today and I went to the gym for a loooong time. And the worst part? I’ve been planning since about Wednesday night / Thursday morning when I could go to the gym and work out a lot. I’ve been piling a lot of food on my plate for lunch and only eating a little. I got really freaked out when one of my friends asked, “Why do you always get so much food and then never eat it? You don’t eat anything!” ED’s being a sneaky little thing and getting back at me since I’m at school. And I’m feeling really icky about my legs. They just seem extra fat this week… and it’s only the first week back. No, I’m going to beat this. I’m going to win. ED’s not going to have control over the rest of my life.</p> <p>Ahhh! I’m probably boring you girls by now with all my babbling! I’ll be commenting later night ‘cause I’ve got lots of time. ;) Have a nice Saturday night!</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-18728139713484362332009-03-25T22:54:00.002-04:002009-03-27T21:40:22.870-04:00forty.<p>Sorry I didn’t post sooner! I was building up the suspense…</p> <p>err, not really. </p> <p>I was just getting ready for the boring school house. I’m back now (yuck!) and my internet’s working so expect comments tonight/tomorrow morning. </p> <p>So…. *evil snicker* shall we start with some food pictures?</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScrtiZNz76I/AAAAAAAAAuo/SWsG-KfZoX0/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="001" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrtlvc53DI/AAAAAAAAAus/p_tquxJmMYo/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>***seasonal flavor*** <br />when I opened the wrapper, I was surrounded by the smell <br />of apples. yummy, fresh apples. mmm. :)</p> <p align="center">I just had to have this with some Emgurt!<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScrtoIqYwQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/_rHWs5L6j7Q/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnhfUL5c1x4QpkY27l2TKd_Nl4OqKhRqm9oOltUIMFch3WEDlFVfyZpnelqIWSrvSOBKwmc3Q1HE3KIICWs5dXDeQSAReO-HG44ke2BuKqxrnwzo9KfrI2oegighIo8AugSqHfeqlHK5f/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKsEP4I8YSpu4HZwJfbKRveKwgcy79oJUpxwT7W3-Mg-mIPwajLVQDgmLxsVeeEVHGYZgP1A2uKCqt206EIAzbLnO1nM9wqxhghMEBzxOMxPc_mJ9nt1rtLn5JiNfIhLXvAF9mlDzQ7e2/s1600-h/025%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="025" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScrtvIwYdMI/AAAAAAAAAu8/Qezj_38VBr4/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">some homemade pizza by the madre. <br />she mades the dough herself :D</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">BAKING #2</span> <br />date, granola, walnut muffins. :) <br />mmmm, deliciousness.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrtw1u-9dI/AAAAAAAAAvA/21ZBoAYKeV4/s1600-h/034%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="034" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="034" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScrtzTOa4EI/AAAAAAAAAvE/BLDO7l-60l0/034_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrt2BPPHeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/EDi_SVaOIeY/s1600-h/037%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="037" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="037" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrt5DySOWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/SmonilCzNME/037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> <br />the last night home: veal with steamed spinach and sautéed mushrooms. <br />mmmmmmmm! num num num.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrt63srzjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/SjkexfIdUyU/s1600-h/040%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="040" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="040" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/Scrt8X4OdnI/AAAAAAAAAvU/KanPBD-wcuQ/040_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> <br />last emgurt a la casa. <br />honey chobani with dates and extra honey!</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9KsWoxZgeVh_Db7qa3EptGMAY5L7J4LfFyTV53VFCniWWBLTEP55muP9NnPyiKLk6DCV3zFLHay_iCj0uVWZEjs2OwNeaSlNOed7Mvg4vRYmFw2vhwFsm6CpFsSCCC_b7-_sTyJ7MjqL/s1600-h/043%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="043" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="043" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruAMiiTEI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uBSg-ETuM2k/043_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">cherry > apple <br />♥</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruBtJ7QbI/AAAAAAAAAvg/IkXDoZUD2S0/s1600-h/045%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="045" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="045" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruC1f9ZHI/AAAAAAAAAvk/pgfbto7FdyE/045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p align="left">Storytime! <br /> <br />Well, not <em>that</em> special story time. ;)</p> <p align="left"> <br />Last Sunday, mis padres y yo went to Savannah. :D It was mostly for me to take pictures but we did eat at our favorite restaurant up there: Tubby’s! Best. seafood. ever. I had cheese grits and fried oysters, with a bit of calamari on the side. Num num.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruER8gTcI/AAAAAAAAAvo/yf48W_2aP_U/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="005" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruFaK1nzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/obyuR7BbQ30/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruGVLBE0I/AAAAAAAAAvw/ROQozVGTDAA/s1600-h/014%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="014" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="014" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruIYQAsJI/AAAAAAAAAv0/NFQsq3iRZrU/014_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruJrzWkJI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6ZcvBFTDpVU/s1600-h/021%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="021" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="021" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruK1FGxiI/AAAAAAAAAv8/CyAt5cVOWzQ/021_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruMXGjT6I/AAAAAAAAAwA/mxDl9Jh4_i8/s1600-h/026%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="026" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="026" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruNRiVa-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Zos8bQozfiE/026_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruOqJioPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/eeIRUj6FWKE/s1600-h/033%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="033" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="033" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruQHy-aUI/AAAAAAAAAwM/dONteqkPqjI/033_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">cows. </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScruR4CquLI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/L-Lyxa5MN5E/s1600-h/023%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="023" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="023" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIgJSTncG2edk7ZIWpIm4FT6vaN_Ax2QyW9zRpyIU3zkwLPiWZDqRTTSPmFtoLjdAvUmRnig2Ak_y75vDLRm7g6LGGB1FvsJYN0R4dCLIVMGnljjBgLuZI_F-nPnpXwql3-DWjuTOo65_/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p>Okay, okay, I’ve tortured you long enough. Here’s the fortieth post special story. There’s two actually but one’s really quick and happy, while the other… isn’t so much.</p> <p>Let’s start happy, ‘kay? I GOT MY PERIOD. WHOOOOOOOOOT. :D *dance dance dance*</p> <p>*dance*</p> <p>I’m happy but not. I’m glad that I have it but it hurts like hell! Before, when I had it, it hurt pretty badly (once, it landed me in the infirmary at 2 am) but never like this. I was up all last night and I was so tied this morning. I was falling asleep everywhere I sat down.</p> <p>Story Number Dos! Perhaps it might be a bit triggering… no reading unless you’re okay with me mentioning my personal ED... a lot.</p> <p>This is a little bit about my “journey”, if you will. I never talked about it, never even told my parents/closest friends. (actually I did tell one person, but that’s another story for another time.) I wanted to share it with you guys first, since I think you’d understand better than they would. It’s my way of getting my courage up to tell *at least* my mom, if not both the padres. I’ve got to admit, I’m afraid to talk about it, even a bit ashamed…? I just know I need to, because if I keep it to myself, I’m afraid I’ll start to think it’s okay. If no one but me knows, then no one can tell me it’s wrong, but if I tell somebody, anybody, they can reassure me that it’s wrong to want to be bony and sickly. I’ve been putting this off for a while now but there’s no time like the present.</p> <p>I think ED started when I was in 7th grade, the transition period between just being a kid and kinda growing up a little. I started noticing things about my body, specifically my legs. I dunno why but ED has always targeted my legs. “They’re too fat! They touch at the top and wobble everywhere. Look at your huge thighs! You. are. gross.” Even now, I worry about my legs. I hate wearing shorts, because they hug your legs and always make me feel really bulky. Skirts were a middie for me, because they were flowy but showed off part of my leg. Jeans are okay sometimes but I always feel disgusting if I sit down in them because my legs squish out and look bigger. I was also starting a new school back then, so I was scared no one would like me because of how “fat” I was. (At my old school, everyone had known each other since kindergarten so I was never pressured.) I noticed how other girls were taller and skinnier. The silly thing was, I was one of them- I was one of the tallest, skinniest girls in the school, but I just couldn’t see that. I don’t know for sure whether or not I was at a low BMI then, because I never thought to weigh myself, but I did know that there was something differing about how I ate, dressed, looked, etc. I was paler and bonier- my ribcage was totally visible. <br />In 8th grade, I got my own personal camera. It really jumpstarted the obsession. I would take pictures of my legs in the mirror at the beginning of every month and compare them over time to see if they looked better. They never looked good enough. I always felt sick after I ate and I refused to eat lunch. Everyone just assumed it was because the food was bad. I started skipping breakfast and only ate dinner and a tiny snack. My parents were going through some rough times- my mom was in recovery from cancer and my dad had just been replaced at work. He was always busy and she was always tired. So no one noticed what I was doing and I loved it. I loved being able to follow my “dream”, or so I called it. <br />In 9th grade, I went off to boarding school and was bombarded by girls who only cared about their weight and how they looked. Honestly, no girl that year was satisfied with how she looked. That plunged me deeper into ED and my legs were, for the first time, small enough for him. I hardly ate at all. I skipped every meal, claiming it was too far to walk to the dining hall. ED told me it was okay that people thought I was antisocial and never spoke to me- I had my “pretty, thin legs”. (They looked like tiny grayish twigs.) When I went home for the summer, I was sad, sad that now, with my parents never letting my leave their sight, I couldn’t do the same, sick cycle. I gained all of the weight I lost back and started Calorie Count to get it off". I got down a few pounds and I was relatively happy. ED still told me I had fat thighs but, with my parents around me, I never gave in to him. As soon as they were away or I went somewhere with a friend, ED would win. <br />At the beginning of this year (10th), I got to my absolute worst. I went to the gym every morning, never at breakfast, skipped lunch, practiced field hockey for two tough hours , ate a tiny salad with skim milk and went back to my room to study. Calorie Count estimated that my calories (monthly average) were 593. I weighed 103, my “favorite “weight". I was so pale and bony that people started asking questions. I always told them I was sick and made up excuses. They always bought them. <br />Sometime around late October/early November, I got angry. Angry with ED. Angry with me. Angry with my parents. Angry with my friends. Angry with everyone. I was just angry. I made a blog and started posting a little bit, pretending like ED wasn’t a part of me. I told myself that I wasn’t going to be just another girl with an eating disorder. Deep down, I knew I was. <br />Then I fought with my best friends pretty badly in November, only a few days before my birthday. I told her I hated her and blamed her for terrible things. Part of me believed it. After I stopped speaking to her, ED started speaking less and less to me. I started to eat and gain weight. I committed to my food blog, earning the laughs of a few classmates as I snapped pictures. I still do. :)</p> <p>That’s my story. Sorry it’s so long!! Hopefully, you guys don’t mind me sharing. It lifted a big weight off my shoulders and gives me the feeling that I can tell my mom- she’s going to understand, I think.</p> <p>I’ll get to commenting tomorrow, ‘cause for now, I’m off to beddie bye. ♥</p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-62883493671491379932009-03-22T01:46:00.005-04:002009-06-15T09:36:06.853-04:00thirty-nine.<p>Hola chicas! Having a super fantastic amazing day? To begin with, it’s the weekend so that makes it great. And the fact that I’m a tad hyper and very excited also makes today pretty special. You’ll never guess why I’m so happy!</p> <p>I won’t give you a chance to guess anyways.,. Drum roll, please! *imagines one* </p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I have a great big secret that</span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">will be </span><span style="font-size:180%;">revealed in my </span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">FORTIETH* post! </span></p> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">*title wise, not actual post count (‘cause I don’t count my “bio” post as a reeeal post)</span></p> <p align="left">Well, it’s kinda a secret, but not really… hmm, that’s a bit confusing, so here’s a clue: <span style="font-family:Courier New;">It’s a story. </span><span style="font-family:Georgia;">That’s the only clue you get too. (It’s a surprise secret story, a’course!) And if you can guess BEFORE I tell the story, you can have some vitrual Emgurt, which I what I’m calling my yogurt creations from now on… or until I can come up a more creative name.</span></p> <p align="left">Now, onto today! Not many eatsies to share, but flowers and lots of them. So many, in fact, that if you’re using an older model computer, you should exit this window immediately ‘cause it might explode. Yeah, there’s that many.</p> <p align="center"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" >the backyard series:</span></p> <p align="center"><img title="003" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPBTPkNsI/AAAAAAAAArk/ba4Lx5DmXDY/003_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPEOmmwcI/AAAAAAAAAro/JVGRR2ZRlyw/s1600-h/015%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="015" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="015" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPFX1GehI/AAAAAAAAArs/PVFocT7Z4mM/015_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPHaZ604I/AAAAAAAAArw/QHRr9xzhsqc/s1600-h/012%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="012" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="012" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPIHbsGEI/AAAAAAAAAr0/axPrTs9L1-g/012_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p><p align="center"><img title="018" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="018" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPJlCzZKI/AAAAAAAAAr4/940HGyUI3lQ/018_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center">omg, pollen covered toes. allergies beware!</p> <p align="center"><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" >the downtown series:</span></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPNoNimCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/flg2rYKwI8U/s1600-h/033%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="033" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="033" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPPS4iamI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6ANby_tTMug/033_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPRxoUp6I/AAAAAAAAAsE/fWNauZkRkKs/s1600-h/041%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="041" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="041" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPTzoQInI/AAAAAAAAAsI/KZsGA042g2Q/041_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p><p><img title="056" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="056" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPVwGH-AI/AAAAAAAAAsM/38ADx2Pgxpo/056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /> </p> <p align="center">^ my favorite. (I really like the lighting.)</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9863aayOx_lS2fiUI-uVelcm7E5jGe9i6KCXCPy0JZG8-UGkqVF0yfcZ2SgVwpFYyQ4rphexKCsy3pbxz7GZM58hnUL9q_H9Jz8yfKrSfII5n4vmh2xaARKrSt0wqSm7d9X7Q_Enbo3B/s1600-h/090%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="090" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="090" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPZH5fN_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/BvDKMGCRiiM/090_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPbcs9xEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/gxU0DIw0Fy4/s1600-h/066%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="066" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPc2Fk1qI/AAAAAAAAAsc/btX7pj3X-4M/066_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPfsX-IFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HI9NmHXGTDw/s1600-h/098%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="098" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4kxbGkXLUg67KE4cUAuC3BIaXaBY4B50kzUuKkWt4UPbeXauw8j8xawxJD6D2udYJbJFRIM1UBVRjHlr2myHsjA7-uGNZ8c54n8OKKVmYgZnQ1J3n2RJgkePdVxn7RyltWISsGEb3AO1/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPjVDBegI/AAAAAAAAAso/Cj1TTKNLiW0/s1600-h/045%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="045" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="045" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPkTH66YI/AAAAAAAAAss/l02TIXCSwHM/045_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPoPSf6CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ErUp72g4GJE/s1600-h/124%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="124" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="124" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPp3HycWI/AAAAAAAAAs0/jDo0TPHdLkM/124_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPsJo0gDI/AAAAAAAAAs4/Cyyy5WujEEs/s1600-h/037%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="037" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="037" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPtRnp3DI/AAAAAAAAAs8/0ENGq8CZZfk/037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXPwGlrjCI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Gemut7NN-IQ/s1600-h/127%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="127" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="127" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippYjt5Ml2SjQkySY8w7YbY3idpVpE0vs2gcbtbDgr3dVIbURHvUXt_ZeD1LpAUjntQXSrS60bzyqmWxmOwFS5nNyxg33mweju76Fda9FlbgU-SyNQ69HOwvmjOS9FR7NpbqpMeSHDgRrk/?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP1Eey2fI/AAAAAAAAAtI/vN6E22_fbzU/s1600-h/140%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="140" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="140" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP2asmZSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/GlCvh6NMjYE/140_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP3w0E2mI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a1ol0TA66VQ/s1600-h/025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="025" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP4wtdxZI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hEos0LkCBck/025_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP7o46pEI/AAAAAAAAAtY/mnLNmC2wPWA/s1600-h/133%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="133" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="133" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP8dhyIPI/AAAAAAAAAtc/fh6xTcIi47o/133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p>Alright, it’s safe to open your eyes. The floweriness is over.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP-bnfhWI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Axu2jlgNN5I/s1600-h/119%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="119" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="119" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXP_uku3LI/AAAAAAAAAtk/CYZy_rl4WxI/119_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p>Gotcha! I had to throw in one more. You guys were simply too gullible. But, hey, put it this way! You got to see a cute little booger ‘s butt. ;)</p> <p>Anyways, “the downtown series” (fancy name, huh?) was only part of today’s trip. The madre and I went shopping! It’s my last weekend home so we got anything left on my list… and some things that weren’t. </p> <p>Tsk, tsk, all that will come later so hold your horses.</p> <p>Now, back to the story (no, not the secret surprise story!). Well, the madre wanted to go look at fabrics ‘cause she likes to quilt and sew (hello, clue #12,854 that the padres are hippies!). As she was perusing the fabrics, I took a walk down the street and came across a wee little Presbyterian church that had monster-sized gardens that were in full bloom.</p> <p>Cue the camera. </p> <p>After he (aka Mr. Camera) died, I had nothing to do but hit up one of my favorite clothing stores: <span style="font-size:85%;">Plato’s Closet. </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Excited for the finds? Well, have at it:</span></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQEY8yIuI/AAAAAAAAAto/NCT50lVB-T8/s1600-h/145%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="145" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="145" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQGvovlVI/AAAAAAAAAts/8A9t1Gmuk7Y/145_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>american eagle patchwork spaghetti strap dress - $6</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQNoYPSCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/O1_IJ6664JY/s1600-h/144%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="144" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="144" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQQNmIj1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Jb3kgQDoDzs/144_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>free people sundress - $15</p> <p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CrhIZJw_cpijDkx0QMcbUEAXHp51IOwroOAa5sgvWNh-kJq4RQJ-ZfTAamHu9OTnG54-GahQdb2JUBKuozmqTKBWJt77XqJO9I4YMYzgK7pd9TEF7jbyuwYyJk8PIXSmu93lFHnDULBP/s1600-h/143%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="143" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="143" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQckvC23I/AAAAAAAAAt8/OZiARGK3p7s/143_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a> inc denim skirt - $8</p> <p></p> <p>In case ya’ll haven’t noticed, I love me some Free People. If only it wasn’t so expensive! The dresses I see in the catalog are usually $100+ so there’s no way I could ever have any of their clothes without Plato's Closet. I think this calls for an ode:</p> <h5>Plato’s Closet, how magnificent art thou!<br />With the clothes that are stuffed in your drawer, <span style="font-size:78%;">(<- say like “draaowww… or something.) <br /></span>I am content to be thought of as such a pow!</h5> <p>Mmm, needs a little work, I think. No matter! Words could never sum up my love for PC.<br />Yes, I’ve given the store a nickname.</p> <p>But, believe it or not, there’s something I actually found today (at Goodwill no less!) that trumps any find I have or will ever make:</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQgOysH9I/AAAAAAAAAuA/0YzJdzPAZxM/s1600-h/142%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="142" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="142" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQiK_s1kI/AAAAAAAAAuE/54t4DO7bLL0/142_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a>flat ankle booties from the 30’s - $9</p> <p>This adorable little old lady dropped them off right as I walked in and, when I picked them up, she tapped me on the shoulder and insisted on telling me their story. She wore them only once in 1938, on the way to the grocery store. She told me to take very good care of them, just like she had. *swoon* I love cute, little things. :)</p> <p>Okay, okay! Here’s the food. Geeez.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQko8c1FI/AAAAAAAAAuI/aVbgc-X4XsU/s1600-h/004%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="004" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQl-yeFpI/AAAAAAAAAuM/9ujczvYI3zE/004_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">pollo con las papas y… umm… Brussels sprout-os! </p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQog47NBI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/5xd5GZBB58I/s1600-h/005%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="005" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQrTbX_3I/AAAAAAAAAuU/h8LxDggiBUg/005_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> </p> <p align="left">I did say that I had *very little* food to share today. Breakfast was bacon (:O!) and scrambled eggs. Lunch was a cheese burrito with Mexican rice+salsa (Senor Camara was resting in peace at this time).</p> <p></p> <p>Wait, you say, where’s that Emgurt?<br />Maybe you didn’t say that, but I’ll just pretend you did.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQs3fsVPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Q8ht9eTI8P0/s1600-h/007%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="007" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQuK7O5_I/AAAAAAAAAuc/YOtCSDSB9bA/007_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Tada!</span></p> <p>Per <a href="http://dancingtorecovery.blogspot.com/">Morgy</a>’s suggestion, pineapples + fro-yo. I topped it off with some “Save the Forest” granola and honey. And I’ll be sharing tonight, so eat up: <br /><br /><br /></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQwKSYGeI/AAAAAAAAAug/nqPS5wzte38/s1600-h/009%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="009" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="009" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScXQxAzfJiI/AAAAAAAAAuk/9KAlBfb5Nbo/009_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a> <br />Tehe.<br /></p><p>I'm going on a little day trip tomorrow so I'll comment on your blogs tomorrow night.<br />Special comments to complement the special post. :D<br /></p><p>I’m falling out of my happy day/caffeine-induced hyperactivity so I’m heading to mi cama. </p> <p>Wow! 1:40 in the morning?! :o<br /></p> <p>Oh, sorry, must stay focused. Sooo…... night! ♥</p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-76440762715898447412009-03-19T22:01:00.003-04:002009-06-15T09:35:42.236-04:00thirty-eight.<p>Hola, chicas. :D Hope everyone’s having a wonderful day! Today’s weather was <span style="font-size:130%;"><u>bright</u><span style="color: rgb(0, 100, 0);font-family:Arial;" > </span></span>and <u><span style="font-size:130%;">sunny</span></u>, so the padre and I went on a little trip. You can count on some pictures later on!</p> <p align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;" >breakfast:</span></em></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4cLIBnRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/n64HybBC3kY/s1600-h/002%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="002" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4dT8KbII/AAAAAAAAAqg/Zo9wAgcJlmk/002_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">homemade yogurt with pecan granola, honey, and dates. <br />…wow, it was too good to be true. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4ezA0n1I/AAAAAAAAAqk/te9dli-vX38/s1600-h/003%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="003" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4fxExNFI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VRZG-BewAZM/003_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p>I really love my morning yogurt. It’s one of the things I love most about being home- I can go to the grocery store, pick up any flavor on the shelf and spice it up with all sorts of delicious goodies. I’ve come to love my morning routine- wake up, stumble into the kitchen, fumble for the daily yogurt and spoon it into a bowl.</p> <p>Since school starts back on Wednesday, I’m starting to panic. I’ve just gotten into a nice pattern that isn’t destructive. I may eat the same basic thing, but I change up some of the components so it’s different, but the same. (Okay, I’m crazy, I’ll admit that.) Once I get back, how am I going to keep it the same? I hardly ever eat breakfast when I’m there so ahhh! </p> <p>Getting to the point here- <em><span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);font-size:180%;" >does anyone know of a online supplier that sends yogurt in the mail?</span></em> Specifically, I’m looking for Chobani shippers. If anyone has any ideas, please send them my way! I'd so appreciate it. ♥</p> <h2 align="center"><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" >lunch:</span></em></h2> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4iv4pldI/AAAAAAAAAqs/eVRTzYFwEs4/s1600-h/001%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4js1PfVI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1_7W-vhBgNo/001_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">roasted asparagus, chopped up bok choy and toasted nori</p> <p align="center">healthy dessert? broiled pineapple x3. <br />made with only a sprinkle of sugar and a tiny pat of butter.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4mquhlwI/AAAAAAAAAq0/o30LN9nQ7Es/s1600-h/004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="004" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4nyVabXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/loCux4DIKR8/004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="left">I ate half of the pineapple this way and it was so delicious. I’d never used the broiler before so I got scared half to death! The pan I used got warped too. (And it was my sweet potato fry pan to top it off!) Call me a chicken, but I don’t think I’ll try this again, even though it was the most delicious way I know to eat las pinas! </p> <p align="left">Algunas flores para todos ustedes:<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4q23gc1I/AAAAAAAAAq8/qwGTuZV9yZ8/s1600-h/007%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7Ld5l6v7dYwCU4H2GsiCh3BXgqE46kRcgEn56AlrKkIMJ42yjeGJmihbDQH82kdFnDa2daBhFcSFlLhGo0ym-zwjw2TfcvV3VfM-9V2kB4JnwCLsWCGcyoM-k98NTznVWUqGffWn3aVD/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">the first azaleas! <br />I was sad that I might not get to see any before I traveled <br />back to school, but I got lucky. :)</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4wxhMkvI/AAAAAAAAArE/VJ9_oDnV-Z8/s1600-h/008%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="008" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="008" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4yMVXu0I/AAAAAAAAArI/mJ7qTAqY_QQ/008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p>Now, for the mysterious trip! As mentioned above, it was really nice outside which, in my family, calls for a (mini) road trip! Papa and I drove down to the breathtaking shoals. These pictures really don’t do them justice. Seriously, if any of you happen to be lost in the back roads of Georgia sometime in the future, hope that you run across this.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL42ojR8HI/AAAAAAAAArM/q8KKZVmJGQw/s1600-h/011%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="011" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="011" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL44E3h3eI/AAAAAAAAArQ/AOPxsNOXHdI/011_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p align="center">it kinda made me want to go swimming! <br />…even though I don’t like swimming.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL47D2BaKI/AAAAAAAAArU/vpJHyFxQcEI/s1600-h/013%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="013" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="013" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL48gBtFxI/AAAAAAAAArY/X-l1GgSYA30/013_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" height="320" /></a></p> <p>And the madre welcomed us home with some homemade spaghetti sauce and piccolini farfalle. Mmm, so delicious. I wish my mom would share the top secret recipe.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm9kBizr32npEdcnRmARMTgJH9r1xESX6SFMiMzkUZ0QqhvnE03xK8sf-LArmHxa8hOjoFMBIElFpzZExlfEIEjY4HOmWpaF2BJn21hgV-4bIzI6FuUpyPSLadlxKkKu_7EdhWE8xXEBS/s1600-h/025%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" alt="025" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScL4_4J8M6I/AAAAAAAAArg/k_vJFkw4Atw/025_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" height="240" /></a></p> <p>I had another serving after this. The sauce was so yummy that I would eat it as a soup.</p> <p>Did anyone catch Jay Leno last night with Reese Witherspoon? If you didn’t, YouTube it! I’m such a fan of hers. How many other confident, sophisticated, and talented women are there in Hollywood? She made me cry from laughter- it was that funny.</p> <p>Alrightie, I’m turning in. Hope everyone has a nice night. :) </p>emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847578160696644827.post-55179187575761830342009-03-18T12:55:00.007-04:002009-03-28T22:56:49.252-04:00thirty-seven.<p>Long time no seee! Sorry I’ve been MIA for the past few days. (Five days, good God!)</p> <p align="center">Unfortunately, I really have no reason. <br />I’m just lazy. :o</p> <p>Before ya’ll come at me, I have cookies to share! Uhh, well, I really only have pictures… but lots of pictures!</p> <p align="center">Alright, let’s rewind to last Saturday… <br /><span style="font-size: 180%">SAT DAY.</span></p> <p>Early mornings and I don’t mix. I haven’t woken up before 7:30 since August, so 5:30 ISN’T FUN. D: But my lovely breakfast was:</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm4LEqzNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/xd-yzjXOTig/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="001" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm5cP9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAxc/UgVMQEE-LWU/001_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">more homemade chobani-style yogurt with <br />a white chocolate macadamia luna bar, a <br />bosque pear and honey.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm7J0wheI/AAAAAAAAAxg/aPgW82BVj1k/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm7wtFj0I/AAAAAAAAAxs/9-CmGz_y40c/003_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p>The SAT was okay, I guess. To be honest, it was kinda boring. We didn’t get started until 8:30, because people were late and there were a few stand-bys that needed to register. Once we got started, the proctor gave us breaks after every section. After the essay? Break. Right after the next section? Break. All the sections, even the very last ten-minute section, had breaks. It was so long. Long. Long. Long. <br />At least I had a Cocoa Mole Larabar to keep me company. :) <br /></p> <p>They let us out at 1:45. Yes, ONE FORTY-FIVE! Can you believe it? Gaaah, I wanted to strangle myself. <br />Too bad I couldn’t, since mi madre decided it was time to take el viaje a la casa de los abuelos.</p> <p>Lucky for me, that meant Greek food in downtown Charleston on a Saturday night! Sorry I can’t offer any pictures, but imagine: gyro meats, spanakopita, roasted lamb, feta cheese, mmm! I got a sampler plate with all of the above. Definitely the greatest food known to man!</p> <p>That is except for yogurt. Now, dear children, don’t get overexcited. :D</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm9mTKnmI/AAAAAAAAAx0/J4-SErdFqp8/s1600-h/021%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="021" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="021" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEm-u3XzsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/iaEFuFAj4nY/021_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">homemade chobani-style yogurt with walnuts, <br />strawberries, chopped dates and honey.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnA_KVFRI/AAAAAAAAAyA/xkkfrDNWO2U/s1600-h/022%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="022" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="022" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnBh7MPBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/kWC83aPL5RM/022_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnDmUAliI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lcjrVZBeh_s/s1600-h/004%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="004" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnEh_ZABI/AAAAAAAAAyc/V5FPLaXuv3Q/004_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">more homemade yogurt with a chocolate pecan pie <br />luna bar (warmed up!) and walnuts.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnGUzxdNI/AAAAAAAAAyk/EJiamNetfic/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="005" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnHR0JkhI/AAAAAAAAAys/FV3qZwB_NaM/005_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnIyThd2I/AAAAAAAAAyw/IOuDrh0G0-g/s1600-h/023%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="023" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="023" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnKM6XWyI/AAAAAAAAAy0/iMGDnGHithE/023_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">homemade yogurt with dates and honey.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnLU-8mHI/AAAAAAAAAzA/2kLuwqzKvaU/s1600-h/024%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="024" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnMTiJyhI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LCX_QhLY3cE/024_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="left">I can’t believe I haven’t put dates in yogurt before! Literally, too good for words. I think it’s my new favorite topping, besides… well, all the rest.</p> <p align="left">On Monday night, in honor of my Greek adventure in Charleston, I pulled out the phyllo dough and made some spanakopita and <a href="http://emilyann2008.blogspot.com/2009/03/thirty-five.html">those</a> Barefoot Contessa Brussels sprouts. I (kinda) used <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Spanakopita-Spinach-Pie-16309">this</a> recipe for the spinach pie and it was beyond amazing. I had four pieces. Yeah, four. The phyllo dough was buttery and crispy, the cheese- warm but not too melty, and the spinach parsley and onion mixture- perfect. You’ll definitely see this in the future.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnOgZ8irI/AAAAAAAAAzY/BzaUkRSRrZI/s1600-h/019%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="019" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="019" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnP-KIA6I/AAAAAAAAAzc/w6InyBIBWAI/019_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1rgDaKtaYFgnaVbpVwiWI6Zk2v1MqecDUVgJ5_IyU0w9Lpze_TAuXwk4IdaMUxbGYYiJcIkC5Cp8S66LC32qeYyO36Ged0k6hbYna2rpIpMNxXrlh4FSElJLyG5q5EjFDmEYCE8LahEt/s1600-h/020%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="020" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="020" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnSvb8WBI/AAAAAAAAAzs/3ogtXOxXiLQ/020_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="left">And, ironically, the best thing about the past few days was the rain! I really dislike rain- it’s all soggy and, well, kinda wet. D: But it means flowers!</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnUEjhgII/AAAAAAAAAz0/bTNA1BpeUaQ/s1600-h/012%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="012" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupTVf0y60ADPV2LKM_20zJpaGLM_GFNeX4jA1SBmbbMV-iKjFLEhqFrDRf8Q17hUVAwIOvRkhjbi744U-sJI1O_PPCTTOy_dTy6VmUdefwTvD_Zm0SPMToNHYlFAjdtUifJfE-IouFoUs/?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">raindrops! :)</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnWewqPQI/AAAAAAAAA0E/g4UKpGhmKlQ/s1600-h/016%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="016" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="016" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnXHJje4I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Ssh-K-E8rsQ/016_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="left">Oh, and here’s today’s <em><span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0,0,0); font-family: georgia">lunch:</span></em></p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnY1IjJCI/AAAAAAAAA0U/EE-DufRSwmc/s1600-h/026%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="026" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="026" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnZ0i952I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/0TBqJDSjC5w/026_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">spinach + mozerella quesdilla (made with two <br />tortillas!) with a side of those nummy sweet potato fries.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnbbjEPzI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8jqXxaaXPUE/s1600-h/027%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="027" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="027" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEncVWEnQI/AAAAAAAAA0s/AF_OXcy2Hsc/027_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /></a></p> <p>And I have some very belated thank-you’s to give out for these two awards!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEnc5ziXoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XNpHOD0AUeA/s1600-h/Lemonade%20Cheers%20Award%5B5%5D%5B1%5D.jpg"><img title="Lemonade Cheers Award[5]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="148" alt="Lemonade Cheers Award[5]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEndRb72RI/AAAAAAAAA04/VTebkB8JycM/Lemonade%20Cheers%20Award%5B5%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="144" border="0" /></a></p> <p align="center">gracias a <a href="http://dancingtorecovery.blogspot.com/">Morgan</a> (above) y <a href="http://alexovicha.blogspot.com/">McRae</a> (below) para los premios. :)</p> <p><img title="iloveyourblogaward" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="iloveyourblogaward" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_DCtNw2cNR44/ScEneCHqq_I/AAAAAAAAA1A/R0RKKgn8LxI/iloveyourblogaward%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" border="0" /> <br />I never really thought my blog would ever receive one award, let alone the three I’ve gotten so far! Thanks so much- it means pretty much the world to me! ♥ You girls are so great.</p> <p>So, here’s the distributing:</p> <p>First off, the award by McRae has some rules. <br /><em>Here are the rules: 1) Add the logo of the award to your blog 2) Add a link to the person who awarded it to you 3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs 4) Add links to those blogs on your blog 5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.</em> </p> <p align="center">My seven are as follows: <br /><a href="http://burpandslurp.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Sophia</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">, </span><a href="http://hotsaucefolife.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Tina</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">, </span><a href="http://dancingtorecovery.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Morgy</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">, </span><a href="http://teaandtrifle.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Stacey</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">, </span><a href="http://kashakiki.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Kiki</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">, </span><a href="http://seedsandhoney.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Squill</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%"> & </span><a href="http://ohsoravenous.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-size: 130%">Debbie</span></a><span style="font-size: 130%">! </span> <br />You girls can expect a comment in your latest blog posts, ASAP! </p> <p>For the award given by Morgan, I'm going to limit it to two (mostly because the majority of ya'll have gotten it already!). And, keeping in spirit of the others who have given the award, I'll pick based on the bloggers that make me smile, excluding the ones that were given the award already. (okay, Emily, get on with it!) <a href="http://seedsandhoney.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 180%">Squill</span></a><span style="font-size: 180%"> & </span><a href="http://hotsaucefolife.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 180%">Tina</span></a>.</p> <p>Phew. That’s a lot of award-giving! I really appreciate the awards and I hope everyone else does too. :) <br />(Maybe I should make a super cool award and give it out too!)</p> <p>Well, girlies, this has been a super long postie and I have an orthodonist appointment to go to, so I’ll catch ya on the flipside. Hang ten & keep it real. </p> <p align="center"><u><span style="font-family: georgia">Yeah, I’m a super cool surfer.</span></u></p> <p>P.S. Little bit of a delay on commenting, but I' will most definitely get to it. ♥</p> emily.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05835815016671833704noreply@blogger.com7